Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 29
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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It is not flesh and blood but the heart that makes us family. ~inspired by Johann Schiller
Present day
Mrs. Hudson heard Sherlock as he stepped inside the flat. Sherlock normally moved like a cat, silently; but today he seemed to drag his feet.
Sherlock was not as considerate of his body as he should be. The intellect seemed to be his only concern. Mrs. Hudson had thought about these things while she waited for the boys to arrive. Earlier she had busied herself by making dinner. Now, the table was all set and tea was a boil.
Sherlock entered the flat first.
Immediately Sherlock knew something was wrong. The smile on Mrs. Hudson's lips seemed forced.
"Sherlock dear, food is on the table. Have a seat, Lestrade good to see you again." She kissed John on the cheek. Her smile suddenly seemed genuine.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson but just tea for me, I'll be off to my …" Sherlock never finished.
"Sherlock Holmes, You will eat something dear, you are still recovering."
Mrs. Hudson's face barely concealed her annoyance.
To most people Mrs. Hudson was a sweet helpless little old lady, but Sherlock knew the truth. She was a force to be reckoned with.
He also knew that the corner of her lips twitched when she pretended to smile, but really wanted to slap you. His mother had the same twitch.
Sherlock's eyes narrowed. What was wrong? She only called him by his first and last name when….
Sherlock's face had a look of mild shock. He turned to John, his eyes were two bullets and John was the target.
"Really?"
Sherlock creased his eyebrows and growled, "Why is everyone so concerned about my dietary needs today?"
John shifted from one foot to the other but stared back at Sherlock's face crossing his arm.
"What was I suppose to do? She called to check on you, I wasn't about to die. "
Sherlock looked confused, "John you mean lie."
"No I mean DIE if she found out I lied, and kept your health concerns from her."
Sherlock stood with a look of astonishment on his face for a few seconds. Then he moved.
Sherlock got in Mrs. Hudson's personal space and raised himself to his full height. Sherlock did this when questioning a suspect that he wanted to intimidate; then he said through gritted teeth.
"Mrs. Hudson, I am a grown man and I have decided that I am not hungry, thank you." Every word was said slowly and perfectly pronounced. He also as a backup produced his most intimidating glare.
Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes and took Sherlock by the arm leading him to the table. He allowed himself to be lead away, but not without a pout on his lips.
"Sit young man," she said almost pushing him in the chair.
He obeyed but did not mask his displeasure.
Sherlock folded his arms, a pout still in place.
John cleared his throat then, sensing the drama was over, and offered to get the tea. It was the only missing part.