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wholocked12- When I started this story, I wanted him to treat her nicely because in BBC, she'd do anything for him and he (at first) didn't seem to notice. I thought that he should notice her early in both of their lives and treat her nicely. :)

Sherlock walked me to his home, stating that it was closer than my home was. I walked right beside him, never leaving his side as we wondered London's vacant streets. About half way there, a black sports car pulled up beside us.

"Sherlock?" I asked, frightened about what could possibly happen.

"Mycroft, we don't need a ride," Sherlock said, as soon as the passenger window came down.

The window went up, but the door opened and out stepped the older Holmes brother. "Sherlock, do you know what the temperature is?" He asked.

"No, but why is that relevant?" Sherlock asked, pulling me closer to him.

"Frostbite and sickness are possibilities," Mycroft shot back at his younger brother.

"If I start seeing either one of those, then I'll get her to safety," Sherlock snipped.

As this was transpiring around me, I tried thinking of a way so that both of them were happy. Both wanted what was best for me, just in their own unique ways. I knew that if I sided with Mycroft, Sherlock would sulk all the way there. But if I went with Sherlock, then Mycroft wouldn't leave.

"Wait, what if we go with Mycroft there and we walked back tomorrow?" I suggested.

That got both of them to stop for a second, then Mycroft answered, "I could live with that. Sherlock?"

He was silent for awhile longer, fighting a silent battle within himself. "Fine."

I gave him a silent 'thank you' look. He answered with a small smile. Being the gentleman he is, Sherlock opened the car door for me.

Once inside the car, Mycroft looked at me seriously. "How do you do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" I showed clear confusion in my voice.

"How do you get him to listen?"

I smiled softly and answered, "I'm nice and listen to what he has to say."

"Every time?" Mycroft asked incredulously.

"Yep," I happily replied, resting my head on Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock smiled.

Mrs. Holmes was almost like a second mother. Except for the fact that she could make deductions like her sons. For the most part, she was loving to me and treated me like family, just like Mum did with Sherlock. As the car pulled in front of the house, Mrs. Holmes was there waiting for us.

"Molly, dear!" Mrs. Holmes greeted me brightly, opening her arms, "It's so good to see you again!"

"It's good to see you, too, Mrs. Holmes," I said, accepting her embrace.

"Were my boys good to you on your way here?" She asked, pulling away.

I glanced back at the two boys who were as far as they could be from each other, "Yes, very good."

"Oh, that's a relief to hear," Mrs. Holmes sighed, placing her hand over heart, "Oh come in, come in! It must be below freezing out here," she ushered me and her two sons in.

"Mycroft, will you put on some tea for all of us?" Mrs. Holmes requested her oldest son.

"Yes, mother," Mycroft disappeared.

"Sherlock told me about your grandmother. I'm more than happy to help her out."

"I'm glad that she's getting better."

Mrs. Holmes offered me a seat. I sat down on a love seat and Sherlock sat beside me. Mrs. Holmes sat in a chair close to the love seat that had a small table in between the two.

"You know, you two make such an adorable couple. I've thought it since day one. You remind me of when I was dating James," she choked up a little at the mention of her late husband.

"I'm sure he was a good husband and father," I said, leaning over, placing my hand on her's.

"He was. He had a hard way of showing affection. The boys take after him. Except for when Sherlock's with you. He's very loving and caring with you. I remember the day he came home and said that he had a friend. You are the best thing that's happened to him."

A/N: I named this chapter "Tea" because it takes place at night and it's sweet. Also I'm just not a huge fan of coffee. There are types that I will drink occasionally, but not often. I know how this is going to end and I plan on ending it at chapter 15 or 20. After this one, I want to write another story, but I want it so that the readers tell me what's going to happen next. I probably should mention I won't write about Johnlock, Mystrade, drug use or abuse, smoking, sex before marriage, suicide or suicidal thoughts/actions, cussing/cursing/ etc. Virtual hugs for all of you! :D