After finishing his blog entry, John sets his laptop aside and he grins a little. "So. How are we going to get back to London from here, so we can give our keepers the slip? I would still like to go back to Baker Street for a bit, let Mrs. Hudson know that we're ok." He says as he considers it, getting up as he notices that his pants are dirty and he wanders over to get out a new pair, not wanting to get dirt all over the comforter or anything.
"Getting back to Baker Street will not be a problem. I can merely ask my brother to have someone drive us there. I am sure we can convince Mrs. Hudson to let us sneak out the back afterwards." Sherlock says with a small smirk as he hops up, going to get some socks and pull them on before he goes to get his sneakers.
John grins a little and then he nods. "Meet you downstairs, then." He says as he trots off to the bathroom in order to change and such, excited to see Mrs. Hudson. It's been a week afterall, and she is a big mother figure for both him and Sherlock, though obviously Sherlock more than himself since the doctor hasn't known Mrs. Hudson for as long.
Getting up after getting his shoes on, Sherlock looks around and then grabs his coat before he heads back downstairs for the second time today. And while he hates having to rely on others, he knows that at this point it's a necessity, so he pushes open the doors to the study and walks over to stand in front of the desk where his brother is sitting, clasping his hands casually behind his back like he often did as an adult. "John and I require a car to bring us to Baker Street." He says rather bluntly as he watches his brother.
Looking up from the work on his desk to watch his brother approach, Mycroft sits back a little as he listens to the rather polite request, considering the source. "Ah, yes. Your loyalty to the landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I'll have a car brought around. Do you want me to go with you?" he asks curiously as he watches the young man before him.
"No, that's not necessary. You obviously have work, and there will likely be a great deal of emotions involved, Mrs. Hudson does tend to be a little touchy when she's concerned. And I imagine John and I's appearance will bring out the maternal instincts in her." Sherlock says thoughtfully, keeping his tone casual and relaxed, even thoughtful. He hopes that Mycroft won't catch onto the fact that the young brunette is blatantly manipulating his brother by playing on his feelings of discomfort when it comes to a anything dealing with emotions.
Shifting uncomfortably with a small look of distaste coming across his face briefly when the emotional aspect is mentioned, Mycroft nods a little as he looks at Sherlock for a few moments. "Of course." he says as he continues to watch the young man. "Do try to be back for dinner. I would rather you not be out after dark." He says with genuine concern before he turns to pick up the phone and call a car around for the two. "Please let me know if you go anywhere else besides Baker Street. You know how I worry." he adds after a moment.
A quick nod of his head, and Sherlock smirks for a moment. "Yes. I will." He hesitates for a few moments, then takes a deep breath. "Thank you." he says before he turns and walks out the door into the entry way, glad to see that John is already there and waiting. "There should be a car waiting out front to bring us to Baker Street." he says before he turns and walks out the door and to the waiting car.
Shaking his head a little, John follows Sherlock to the car. "Why am I always following you around?" he asks with a small grumble as he hops into the car and pulls the door shut behind him before he buckles up and waits.
"Because I'm interesting and I bring excitement into your life. And that's what you crave, John. You love the battlefield, it fixed your leg and the tremor in your hand." Sherlock says simply as he looks over at John, before smirks a little. "Mostly because you find me interesting and intriguing though." he says thoughtfully as he looks out the window for a few moments.
Putting a hand over his face and shaking his head slowly, John sighs quietly. "You are a bloody idiot, and a git. What's worse, is that you're right." He grumbles with a little shake of his head. "And you're still my best friend." He says after a moment with a small smile to take the sting out of his words. He's a little frustrated of course but that doesn't keep him from considering Sherlock to be his closest friend. Which may be a crazy statement in and of itself.
Turning his head a little to regard his friend for a moment, Sherlock can't help but smile a little and he nods quietly. "Well, that says something about you. Then again, you are the only person who is able to stand being my friend. So I suppose that says more about me than it does you, John. You are a patient, kind person." He reassures before he smiles a little. "Thank you. For staying around." He says before he turns to look back out the window, watching everything go by.
Turning to look out his own window, John nods a little. "You're welcome, Sherlock." He says with a little smile, glad that Sherlock is looking out his window and he is looking out his own window so the detective can't see his smile. That might lead to more questions.
Short little filler chapter. Sorry about that. Hope you all enjoy it! Next chapter: Mrs. Hudson is back! I missed her. So I will have a chapter with her. :D
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