It wasn’t as bad as Sherlock had thought. She hadn’t cleaned up that much of their flat. It wasn’t mess, it was organised chaos and she really had no reason to tidy things up. But he supposed she just felt like doing something. She’d been a rock, John’s words, since..the explosion. However a thorough sweep of the room gave him the impression that Mrs Hudson or someone else had been living here in their absence.
“Sherlock! How are you dear?” Mrs Hudson appeared at his side, her arms out. He smiled and gave her a warm hug. She stood back, studying him. “You’re still pale, John I thought you were supposed to take care of him!”
She chided the doctor who placed the last of the luggage on the floor. “I did, Mrs Hudson, but we hit a snag that’s all” He gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug as well. Sherlock shot daggers at his friend with his eyes.
“Sherlock, really, only you would go on holiday and end up worse then when you’d left” She shook her head sadly, but gave him a small smile as he sat down on the couch. John took his place on his armchair, confused slightly about why one of Sherlock’s books was on the opposite chair.
“ So Mrs Hudson, anything interesting happen while we were away? ”
She paused, not quite sure how to explain everything that had happened. “Well Sherlock….” Sherlock raised his eyebrows as she trailed off. “Yes?” He followed her gaze to the room behind her. “What is it?” John looked confused. “Who else has been here Mrs Hudson?” Their landlady appeared flustered and continued to glance at the kitchen.
Sherlock stood as he heard footsteps from that vicinity, gradually get closer and closer. Mrs Hudson turned, giving the stranger a sympathetic smile. “Good luck dear” and she patted their arm. Sherlock’s stance changed, clearly defensive, John remained in his chair, but had his gun out.
“Who are you, show yourself!”
“Hello Sherlock”
(sorry it's so short this is part b of chapter 42)
Re: Oh Brother Of Mine 42b/?
It wasn’t as bad as Sherlock had thought. She hadn’t cleaned up that much of their flat. It wasn’t mess, it was organised chaos and she really had no reason to tidy things up. But he supposed she just felt like doing something. She’d been a rock, John’s words, since..the explosion. However a thorough sweep of the room gave him the impression that Mrs Hudson or someone else had been living here in their absence.
“Sherlock! How are you dear?” Mrs Hudson appeared at his side, her arms out. He smiled and gave her a warm hug. She stood back, studying him. “You’re still pale, John I thought you were supposed to take care of him!”
She chided the doctor who placed the last of the luggage on the floor. “I did, Mrs Hudson, but we hit a snag that’s all” He gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug as well. Sherlock shot daggers at his friend with his eyes.
“Sherlock, really, only you would go on holiday and end up worse then when you’d left” She shook her head sadly, but gave him a small smile as he sat down on the couch. John took his place on his armchair, confused slightly about why one of Sherlock’s books was on the opposite chair.
“ So Mrs Hudson, anything interesting happen while we were away? ”
She paused, not quite sure how to explain everything that had happened. “Well Sherlock….” Sherlock raised his eyebrows as she trailed off. “Yes?” He followed her gaze to the room behind her. “What is it?” John looked confused. “Who else has been here Mrs Hudson?” Their landlady appeared flustered and continued to glance at the kitchen.
Sherlock stood as he heard footsteps from that vicinity, gradually get closer and closer. Mrs Hudson turned, giving the stranger a sympathetic smile. “Good luck dear” and she patted their arm. Sherlock’s stance changed, clearly defensive, John remained in his chair, but had his gun out.
“Who are you, show yourself!”
“Hello Sherlock”
(sorry it's so short this is part b of chapter 42)