Sad Kotyonok - The Advent Adventure

by TapTapAlways

This is a story for my friend who is sad sometimes. It will stretch across fandoms in total insanity and answer questions you never asked such as "What would happen if you introduced Doctor Strange's Cloak to the flying carpet from Aladdin?", "Would Doctor Strange and John Watson hit it off?" and "Would Doctors Strange and Who drink far too much while bonding?". An Advent Calendar.

3. December 3:rd

December 3:rd - A Duo You Should Be Afraid Of

Mrs Hudson was not some silly, clear-cut older woman with no ability to think on her feet. Her boys had known that ever since the americans had broken in and she had held Irene Adler's phone safe from them. Sherlock knew, she was sure of that. She was also certain he'd keep her cards close to his chest. Oh, she loved that boy.

It was true, of course, that she was silly at times, and she had no problem with being a fairly silly old lady - she was an intelligent woman, and she had never once denied what she truly was. What she was not, however, was helpless, and she was seldom ever surprised.

That was how she had aquired some truly wondrous friends throughout the years, and that was also why she was not in the least surprised to enter her kitchen one morning, and find a blue box awaiting her.

"Well hello, dear" she greeted the blue box, this being far from their first few meeting. "How's that doctor of yours, dear?" The light on top of the box blinked a little bit, and Mrs Hudson tutted. "They never do, do they. Unsensible, these boys. It is just the same in this house!" The TARDIS blinked in sympathy.

"John needs to find a better partner, but Sherlock is being stubborn and our Doctor has terrible taste!" She told the TARDIS and they sympathised with each other's troubles for a while, before the TARDIS came up with a plan.

"Well, I can certainly help you with that, dear" was Mrs Hudson's only responce, as she shook her head slightly in exhasperation. "You are right your Doctor needs some company! And mine needs a bit of a companion, he is alone the poor dear, and all love for Sherlock dear, but he can be so blind sometimes, the dear boy".

The TARDIS blinked again in renewed sympathy, and Mrs Hudson politely offered it tea, in their very own ritual. The TARDIS did not drink tea, obviously, but it liked being offered some. And Mrs Hudson's tea smelled better than any other tea, too, at least according to the TARDIS.

How does Mrs Hudson understand the Tardis, you might ask? Magic!

Also, apparently, it has a translation device, so that's science magic!

I do not own anything you recognise - I don't even know where some of it is from!

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