A/N: So, this is the end, I think. Thought I'd mix it up a bit and put it in Mrs. Hudson's POV because I've never read anything from her POV before. If you have a prompts you would like me to do, (seeing as this whole thing started with a really random promt from someone on dA), just let me know and I shall what I can do. Anyways, I really enjoyed doing this, so I hope you enjoy.
Oh, and sorry this is so short, but I like it. DEAL WITH IT. I love you all.
Mrs. Hudson always knew. Before the two even knew themselves. Well, that wasn't really saying much, as everyone assumed something, but Mrs. Hudson really knew. Good heavens, she could feel the tension when she first showed the boys the flat. They couldn't stay away from each other even if they tried, and dear God, it seemed like they really tried. Poor John, always denying it. Sherlock felt something, she knew he did. The way he looked at John. John was too busy playing the "not gay" card that he didn't even realize that his other half was right there in front of him.
But something changed between them after Sherlock had come back, (nearly drove Mrs. Hudson to a stroke when he did). Something clicked for the two of them. She could feel it. It was as if they were finally seeing each other for the first time. Seeing each other for what they really were. How much they meant to each other. That made her happier than she had been in a long time, to see her boys happy, at ease. Good lord, after what they'd been through, it was about time.
Mrs. Hudson, unfortunately, made the mistake of walking in on them during their first time. She was bringing them some groceries she noticed they were running low on, and she just walked in the front door like she always did, with little knock and cordial greeting. When she did enter, she was greeted with a series of grunts and embarrassed exclamations. They had their trousers round their ankles like teenagers, and thankfully Mrs. Hudson averted her eyes just in time or else she would have gotten an eye-full.
"Mrs. Hudson! Oh my God, Sherlock, I told you..."
"Oh shut up John." They had argued as Mrs. Hudson tiptoed down the stairs again, trying to keep a straight face. When she got into her flat and closed the door behind her, she burst into a fit of giggles that she couldn't stop for some time. When she finally recovered, she wiped her eyes and smiled. Yes, it was a bit indecent of them to go and have a shag in the front room, but she was happy for them.
"Mrs. Hudson, I am so sorry about, well, erm, yesterday-"
"What are you talking about dear? What about yesterday?" Was Mrs. Hudson's reply to John's efforts at attempting to mend the walk-in incident. John stared at her for a moment, then grinned sheepishly.
"Thanks Mrs. Hudson." He said softly. She gave him a wink and squeezed his arm.
"Don't worry about it luv."
"John! It's Lestrade, says he's got a triple homicide, we must hurry!" Sherlock said as he stormed out of his bedroom, quickly tying his scarf round his neck. John sighed and wearily followed after. Mrs. Hudson watched them go, taking a seat in one of the chairs. She listened as they stomped noisily down the stairs and out the door, slamming it behind them like she always hated. A small smile reached her lips. Despite all that they had been through, everything that had been thrown at them, they still managed to continue on as they always had. At Mrs. Hudson's age, it always nice to see something like that happen, even if it was a little bit late in John and Sherlock's case. But, better late than never, right?
She sat there for a few minutes, just letting everything that had happened settle in. Then, with a contented sigh, she went to their refrigerator to clear it of any body parts because she was not having body parts in that flat, no she was not.