Mrspencil, as my 100th reviewer, requested:
How about a scene with Wayne and Mrs Hudson working together, perhaps creating something as a surprise for Holmes and/or Watson.
Hope this answered your request! This is also my longest chapter so far, at 534 words!
"Yer sure about this, missus?" Wayne asks doubtfully. "Oi don't think Mr 'Olmes would loike it."
"Well, he may not like it, but the Doctor would, and so would I," Mrs Hudson says, looking at the boy standing in her front hall. "This is a special day, it deserves a special celebration."
"Alright," Wayne reluctantly agrees. "What do I hafta do?"
The preparations are quickly made, and soon the house is filled with the scent of biscuits baking.
"They're coming, missus 'Udson!" Wayne says, hopping up and down in anticipation.
Mrs Hudson comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "The biscuits are baked, and lunch is ready. Now we just have to wait."
Just then the door opened, and Holmes and Watson come in.
"Another case concluded!" Holmes says happily. He heads up the stairs, calling after him, "Bring the lunch up, Mrs Hudson!"
Watson smiles apologetically at Mrs Hudson, then hurries up the stairs after Holmes.
After they have both disappeared into their sitting room, Mrs Hudson smiles widely at Wayne. "I will bring the lunch up now, and it will be the best lunch they've ever had! Come on boy, help me with the tray." When Wayne hesitates, she continues, "I have a few cookies left over, that you may have for helping me. But only if you're good, mind. No stealing pieces off the tray."
"Oi wouldn't do that, missus!" Wayne says indignantly.
Mrs Hudson looks at him sternly. "See that you don't."
Between the two of them, the food is brought upstairs, and laid on the table.
"Lunch is served," Mrs Hudson says and she takes a seat. The two men look at her, astonished.
"My dear Mrs Hudson," Holmes says. "What is the meaning of this?"
"It's quite simple, sirs," she replies, smiling. "Do you not know what today is?"
Holmes and Watson look at each other, confusion on their faces.
"And you a detective too," Mrs Hudson tuts, looking reprovingly at Holmes. "We are celebrating," she says clearly. "Because today, five years ago, two young men turned up on my doorstep, asking to hire my rooms. Seeing them now," she continues, looking around the room. "I'm not sure I should have agreed."
The two squirm under her gaze, then hastily take their seats at the table. "Let's eat!"
"Hey! What about me?" A small voice pipes up. "Oi helped! What about them biscuits, missus?"
"Of course! I am sorry gentlemen, I'll be right back." Mrs Hudson and Wayne go downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Thank you very much for your help today, young man," Mrs Hudson says, looking Wayne in the eye.
The boy shifts slightly under the attention. "That's alright. Yer nice, missus 'Udson. Yer like-" He falters.
"Like who?" Mrs Hudson asks.
He looks at the floor. "Yer a bit like me mum." Before Mrs Hudson can say anything, Wayne grabs the biscuits from her outstretched hands, and races out the door.
She makes her way back up the stairs to the meal waiting there, thankful for her two lodgers, and wondering what had happened to the boy who had been sitting in her kitchen, that he ended up on the street.
