A/N: Wow, I thought I was going to be yelled at or something for writing this. Anyway, on to recognizing my reviewers:
Jisdu-Thanks! Mrs. Hudson has been in the dark for too long! =)
Brink-I will try to write more but I'm balancing between this story and a story I'm writing in The Lord Of The Rings section, so it gets pretty interesting.
Nooku-I'll keep writing, don't worry.
Adelaide Holmes-I'm continuing, I just hope I live up to everyone's, and my, expectations.
Fortuna-I agree. I always wondered what she would be like if she had to solve a mystery or something of that sort.
Well, I hope this chapter lives up to all of your expectations!
Going After The Detective
Part 2
"You're doing what?" By the look on the doctor's face you'd have thought that I had slapped him. I straightened into my defense mode: chin up, shoulders back, spine straight, and all my determination ready.
"I'm going after Mr. Holmes. There's nothing you can do that will make me change my mind doctor."
He looked at me, obviously thinking about what I was going to do. Then he stood up and looked at me with…was it sympathy I saw there?
"Mrs. Hudson, you're tired, I can see it. You didn't sleep well last night. Why don't you sit down here and I'll make us some-"
"No doctor. You're distracting me I can see it. You didn't sleep well last night. Why don't you sit down here and I will go and make us some breakfast. After that, you can return home and pack because it's obvious that if I go alone you're going to make a simply horrible fuss." I smiled and stood back, watching his reaction as I threw his words back at him. He looked at me for a moment, and then sat down again.
"Dumb glove," I muttered. "Why won't you just fit me correctly?" We were on the station platform waiting to catch our train. We had both thrown our clothes and other belongings into a couple of bags and I had just found out that one of my gloves was refusing to fit properly.
"Doctor, do you-"
"Please, call me either Watson or John. Everyone else does." I could feel my cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. It wasn't that I minded calling him by what he preferred. It was just that I usually called them by their titles or with a Mr. in front of their names. It would be odd to not do it with the doctor.
But still, he had said please.
"Very well Doct-John. Then please, call me Martha." He raised an eyebrow.
"And do you wish me to call you that in public and when we're around Holmes?" I felt my blush return.
"As you wish, though it may be embarrassing for both of us." He laughed quietly.
"I'm sorry, I believe you were asking a question earlier," he asked.
Before I could reply a long blast of the horn signaled that the train entering the station.
"Never mind, it wasn't important." He nodded and we stepped onto our train.
We settled down on our bench. We were the only ones in our compartment besides a young gentleman, quite possibly in his late twenties. He looked rather well to do but he didn't come from a manor of anything of that sort. Yet something about him disturbed me. I sighed and pulled out my book. I would think about it later.
Or at least I would have if he hadn't started coughing so badly I thought he was going to choke. I made my way over to him and touched him on the back of his shoulder.
"Sir? Sir are you well?" I blinked and the next thing I knew I was facing the barrel of a gun.
"Quite fine my dear Martha. Better then I've been in awhile actually. It will be so nice to finally have you back with me again."
A/N: Ooo, is this the end for Mrs. Hudson? Who is this man? Will he kill her before she has a chance to get to Holmes? And just what is Watson going to do about this? You'll just have to leave a review. *Evil laughter*
Ah yes, sometimes I enjoy being evil. But maybe I'll update quickly. It all depends on when I next become inspired (hopefully it won't be too long now).