Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 31
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
John was back now and gave Sherlock the pain medication. To everyone's surprise Sherlock frowned, put the pills in his mouth, and gulped a little tea to wash them down. All this without his usual argument about why he does not need his mind clouded.
"What?" Sherlock asked because every eye was on him.
"Um, nothing dear," Mrs. Hudson remarked as she cleared her throat hoping everyone would understand that they needed to immediately stop staring at Sherlock.
They did.
The table once again was filled with talk and laughter as everyone ate their evening supper. Everyone, but Sherlock.
Sherlock was quiet and looking quite miserable. Mrs. Hudson's face softened as she got up and moved next to Sherlock..., her Sherlock.
"Sherlock dear," Mrs. Hudson was leaning over his shoulder now, anger long forgotten. "Take a bit of soup it's your favorite," She kissed him on the cheek.
Sherlock had a hard time resisting Mrs. Hudson when she smiled. He nodded once still pouting.
He took a spoon full of the creamy, warm liquid. It was rather good.
"It's tolerable," he said with a blank face.
Mrs. Hudson's smile widened. Coming from Sherlock, that was high praise.
Mrs. Hudson kissed Sherlock on the cheek again then returned to her chair.
Sherlock had finished half the bowl before realizing it. His eyes were heavy but he fought against it.
He picked absently at his violin now.
John hoped Sherlock did not notice. His eyes seem to be traveling to Sherlock, studying him. He was not altogether sure why.
The door opened.
"Am I late," Mycroft asked looking around the room, face landing on his brother. Of course the answer was no. Mycroft was never late. If fact, John thought, he was right on time.