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Tentatively Holmes went downstairs. A few seconds later a stern voice could be heard followed by a sudden crashing noise and loud footfall. I opened the door and looked down the banister to see Holmes running up the stairs, his mother following quickly behind him with her hand raised. If I hadn't thought otherwise I would guess that she was trying to slap him across the leg. As they reached the top of the stairs I could see that I had thought wrong, she was definitely trying to slap him across the leg. Making a lung for him as he reached the top he narrowly avoided her hand by jumping the last few steps. Sighting my presence, there was something close to relieve in his eyes as he rushed towards me. His mother, standing a metre away, had stopped her attack in light of me being there.

'Sherlock I don't know what I will do with you!' she panted 'It reminds me of when you were six. Remember? You spent a whole two days hidden in the wardrobe just because you wouldn't confront your father!'

'What did he do?' I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

'He climbed up the side of the house, and then broke one of the windows trying to force it open. I know you only did it because Billy and the other boys were chasing you, but that's no excuse, I always told you that all you have to do is have a civil word with them and they would stop'.

"Mother you remember what happened when I tried to 'have a civil word with them' and at any rate I wasn't running away I was trying to see how easy it would be for a burglar to get into the house' he replied, I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

'Nonsense Sherlock! A nevertheless that's not the point, you need to learn to apologise!' She said

I noticed that Holmes was standing behind me for his mothers hand was still raised, he who I had seen bravely appose and stand up to some of the worst criminals in Europe, now stood hiding behind his friend from his mothers wrath.

'I am perfectly capable of apologising!' he spluttered in indignation.

'Then show it Sherlock! Tell john here your sorry you hurt his feelings' I now went red with embarrassment myself.

'Mrs.Holmes I assure you it's really not necessary, I'm quite used...'

'Well you shouldn't be used to it John dear! Sherlock needs to learn to treat his friends with respect. Now apologize!'

'Mother...'

'Apologize!'

'Very well, Watson I am... very sorry for how I treated you earlier, it was most immature of me and I assure you that it will not happen again'

'And his feelings'

'And I am sorry if I damaged your er... feelings'

'Um... that's quite alright Holmes I'm sure ill be fine'

'Good, then shouldn't we be heading to Sampson's?'

'What?'

'You know our... appointment at Sampson's'

'Oh yes yes, we should get going' I said catching on. 'Well I'm sorry we have to leave Mrs.Holmes but it's rather important... um business we have to deal with, you now how it is'

'Oh of course I understand, murder is it? Another one of your 'detective' games' she said, distracted by our excuse to leave she had calmed down, but I noticed that Holmes still kept to the side of me as we past her to leave.

'Yes a bit like that' I said 'Well we'll be off then' and we stepped out onto the street before hailing a cab. Holmes started muttering in french, and for once I was glad that I couldn't understand him.

We spend a delightful evening dining, Holmes even going so far as to let me take one of his pieces in chess! I knew that this was his way of apologising, and it warmed me far more then the forced apology of earlier.

We returned home late, only to find Mary and Violet still awake and in conversation.

'Sherlock dear!' Mary said as we entered, although it brought joy to my heart to see her loving eyes looking in my direction as she said it. I'm not sure Holmes even noticed the remark, as he entered and sat down in his usual chair.

For a while there was a silence broken only by weak attempts at conversation. Mrs. Holmes was reading, though I observed that her eyes were not moving, and she must be a slow reader indeed to take over fifteen minutes before turning a page, I got the feeling that in her age she couldn't see the words at all. Finally Mary rose.

'Well I think I'll retire for the night dear' she said to Holmes. Sensing my meaningful glare he rose too.

'Oh er... goodnight then dear' he said stiffly, and with another meaningful glare from me he stepped forwards. At first he made to kiss her hand, but I coughed to draw his attention and casually tapped my cheek. After a second or two he lent forward and after a few seconds more he kissed her on the cheek. To the average observer one would think he had just been made to kiss a lion, but his mother in all her oddities seemed not to notice.

Homes sat down in relieve and lit his pipe. He had hardly taken one puff on it however before Mrs. Holmes started coughing violently.

'Are you alright?' I asked from over my newspaper.

'Oh yes I'm fine' she replied, however her somewhat pretentious coughing became louder and louder, and in the end Holmes could no longer ignore it. He muttered a few indistinguishable words before going to his room. I noticed she gave a small smile before returning to her never-ending page.

OK I'm sorry this was kinda short. If you want more of a particular character, for example more Mary+Holmes, Lestrade or Mrs. Holmes, do make sure to say in your review!