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"Tea?."
Sherlock nodded to the Soldier and massaged his temples with his fingers. A text from Mycroft, his older brother very early in the morning gave him enough reasons to feel and start in a very bad way the new day, just two before their wedding.
"Mother is coming this afternoon."
"What? and you tell me this now? I need to clean this mess and-"
"Mycroft just text me the news. She's coming with O'Brien of course and I'm sure she is eager to meet the man I decided to get married with."
"How is she?."
There was a long pause before the Detective started talking.
"Mother is the female version of Mycroft. Although her physical features are close to mine, her attitude is just like my older brother. I'm sure she will be giving you the same speech he used before-"
"She can't be that bad-"
"She can. And even more."
John shook his head in disbelief and started cleaning the flat and then making a mental list of the things he needed to buy for lunch.
A few hours later...
The Doctor was looking outside their window, secretly waiting to his future mother-in-law. He was desperate to meet the mother of his lover. He could imagine her being a tall woman, atractive just like her son, elegant-
"We should tell Mrs Hudson-"
"She already knows Mother is coming. O'Brien should have call her early this morning."
"Who's O'Brien?."
"Mother's personal assistant. She was practically with my mother the moment Mycroft and I were born. She was abandoned at my grandparents house when my mother was just a little girl. They took care of her, of course but she was raised downstairs with the maids, footmen and so on. When my grandparents arranged my mother's marriage with my father-
"Wait, they arranged your mother's marriage with your father?."
"Don't be so stupid John, of course they did it. It was convenient."
"And what happened then?."
"O'Brien moved with my mother after she got married with Father and became her assistant, when having a personal maid to make her hair, help her with her clothes and taking us for a walk was very old fashioned."
John nodded, understanding more about Sherlock's background. He wasn't even aware of where or how his boyfriend had been raised. Certainly he had grown up in a golden crib, what that's all John wanted to think about.
The doorbell rang and a moments later they could hear three different feet on the stairs.
"Dear brother, Mummy is here-"
"Mother, Mycroft."
John went to the kitchen to put the kettle on and make tea. He had bought a very expensive brand he knew his future mother-in-law would love. He wanted to make a very good impression. He was getting married with his little son after all.
"Sherlock, my little baby! Look at you, I se you have put on a few pounds. It seems like Doctor Wilson is making good things on you-"
"Just five pounds and it's Doctor Watson. John Watson, well... call me John, please."
John appeared behind the Consulting Detective and offered his left hand to the famous Mrs Holmes. She was just like he had imagined her before. Grey hair he knew had been black before, short till his shoulders. She had those same grey eyes and high cheekbones. Sherlock's.
And, glancing at her again, she was just dressed like the same Queen. Her lips, coloured with a slightly shade of red curved and she smiled at him warmly and sincerely. Or that's what john thought.
"Doctor John Watson, I see. Nice to meet you. My son here -she pointed at Mycroft with an index finger- told me a lot of things about you but he haven't told me you were so attractive-"
"Mother-"
"It was time for you to choose someone, Sherlock dear. And I'm glad you are getting married with someone like him-"
"Tea?." Offered the Doctor, trying to calm things down. He could see a slightly anger coming from his boyfriend's eyes and maybe it was better too sit and have a cup.
Mycroft excused himself, saying there were a few 'things' that needed to be taken care of and left them alone. But the Detective's phone beeped. At a dead body was waiting for him at Bart's.
"Where are you going? I just came here to see you and you-"
"Lestrade needs me. I'm going to Bart's-"
"Be a good boy and bring Mummy the cookies you know how much I love, Sherlock."
Sherlock nodded at his mother and left them alone... John alone with Mrs Holmes. And inside his head he wanted to just jump from the window and maybe die. He didn't know what to talk about with her, or even what she could ask him. It was obvious she had some questions since he was getting married with his young son.
"Mrs Holmes-"
"Doctor John Watson, surgeon, Captain of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. My son Mycroft sent me your files. An impressive career, I must say."
"I'm sorry, you are saying Mycroft sent you my files? What files-"
"Please Doctor Watson, you already know my son occupies a very good position in this government and with just moving his fingers the entire country could paralyze itself. Now tell me, what are your intentions?."
She drank a long sip from her tea, watching how John tensed himself in his armchair. Mrs Holmes could see how tense, nervous and surprised he was.
"Intentions? Um, well, I... I just love your son and I want him to be happy-"
"You are actually working in a surgery in central London and you are the owner of a modest property in the South. Also working in those... cases with my son."
John nodded, with a feeling growing up in his chest. He knew where that conversation was going on.
"If you are suggesting I'm getting married with your son for his money-"
"I'm not suggesting, I'm saying it. And I'm sure Sherlock hasn't told you anything about his past and, or his background."
"No, he hasn't."
"Well, Doctor Watson. My son was born in one of the most important, ilustrious and wealthy families of this country. Educated in Harrow and then well... he left University. Our family is related to the most important family of the Commonwealth. Even my distant cousin knows about this... marriage. I want to know if you are behind his money."
John had to close his mouth. He was amazed how after Sherlock left, the sweet lady sitting in front of him changed.
"Mrs Holmes, I never knew all of that. I know Sherlock has money and a very wealthy and prestigious family as you said. But I'm definitely not behind that. I love him. I really do and if I wasn't, I wouldn't be here, sitting in front of you, sharing a cup of tea and hearing all you accusations. You don't know how hard it is to keep is mind working every day because if his mind doesn't work as he likes it, he would blow up this building. He's clean, and he has been clean for years, but every day is a challenge. And I'm there to keep him busy, to keep his mind working. So If I wasn't in love with him as I am, I can tell you I wouldn't be here-"
The old woman silenced him with a nod and glanced at the place. Her grey eyes moving from one corner to the other and then to his future son-in-law. She knew he was saying the truth. Mycroft told her everything since the first time they met at Baker Street to see the flat until now. John Watson was a good man and everything Sherlock needed.
She wasn't going to be a stone in the middle of the way between those two men.
"I know. My son already told me everything about you two. He assured me I didn't need to do all this little... 'game'. I'm very happy for my son. And I know he's really fond of you. You have been keeping him safe, clean and healthy. And I have to confess you, this is the first time I see him like this in a very long time."
John sighed in relief and nodded.
"I'll see you both in the wedding, Doctor Watson."
She stood up from his chair and smiled at him sincerely. This time, it was a very sincere smile.
"John, please."
"So now you can call me Mummy, you know."
When Sherlock arrived back at Baker Street, three hours later he found John watching crap telly alone and drinking a beer.
"Mother?."
"She left."
"What did she tell you? Don't tell me 'If you ever hurt my son-"
"No, Sherlock, she just told me how happy she was for you."
Taking off his coat, Sherlock frowned and joined his boyfriend in the sofa.
"Mummy is coming tomorrow."
"And?."
"Well, she wants to meet the 'man who stole my heart' quoting her."
"And Harry is coming too."
"How- never mind."
The next day...
"Sherlock, I'm going to Tesco. We need milk, again."
"Well, I'm not the one who feel stronger for sex with a glass of milk every day, you see."
The Doctor rolled his eyes and went downstairs to the street. But a few minutes later, the Detective could hear his doorbell ringing. Once, twice. Three times. His landlady was with Mrs Turner, of course. So, wearing only his pyjama pants and his night gown, he went downstairs to open the door, meeting Harry Watson.
"Hullo Sherlock."
"Harry. I wasn't expecting you-"
"Yeah, I decided to come early before picking Mum at the train station and bringing her here to see Johnny and meeting the bloke who 'stole his heart'."
He rolled his eyes at that comment moved so she could get in. Harry climbed the stairs, not expecting him to do it first.
"Ahhh, the love nest. Lovely as always."
Sherlock could see she was sober and had been for a few months now. She looked healthy and apparently she had been seeing the famous Clara again.
"I'm not good at making tea, so if you want some-"
"Neither do I, so crap tea would be lovely, thank you."
Trying to be polite with his future sister-in-law made Sherlock put the kettle on and look for clean and safe mugs and a tea bag when he felt a cold hand around his pale and white throat.
"Wha-"
"Let's make things clear before Johnny comes back, Sherlock. I really like you and I swear if I weren't lesbian and you gay, I would love to shag you. But you're my brother little sweetheart so-"
"I'm not go'n to hu-hu-hurt him-"
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I won't be happy to call my mates to give you the beating of your life, ya know-"
"Sherlock! I'm back and- Harry, I thought-"
"Hello Johnny! I just wanted to pop in to say hi before picking up Mummy from the Train Station."
"Oh. Um... Sherlock, you are making tea?."
The Detective was massaging his throat and nodded, recovering his breath.
"We are making crap tea, aren't we, Sherlock?."
A.N: First, I know I said I was going to write about the wedding, but it will take place next chapter, after Sherlock meets Mummy Watson! Yay!
This chapter was based in the idea of the lovely SilverYaoiHellion, who also suggested the wedding arc.
Then, I have a very IMPORTANT QUESTION. I have been told via review in 'John, Take a Look Please VOL 1' that I'm a terrible and the worst writer because of my grammar and that I should learn English. As many of you already know, I'm not an english speaker. I'm studying English and actually, to be an English Teacher. And criticism is always good, always. But not when the intention and the words are not the proper ones to make someone improve the grammar or the way she/he writes.
This review really made my chest ache and made me think if I'm going to keep writing as I'm now. I'm not going to give up this, or the wedding. I'm going to keep the chapters coming, but I'm not sure about writing more after the honeymoon. I'm the only one who knows how hard I studied last year and I'm not writing this to 'pity' me. Despite being in my summer holidays, I'm still reading and studying every day just to advance more and finish my Teaching Course before. So again, SORRY for any mistake and if my english is offensive in some way.
So, If someone feels insulted by my english, my grammar or anything, I APOLOGISE. I'm really sorry and PLEASE, if you see one mistake, make me know.
Thanks for reading this and for the reviews, alerts and favs.
Alex.
