crimeiscommonlogicisrare:
John hated him. John never wanted to see him again. He simply existed in the flat solving cases that came to him. He needed to keep John safe but the man blamed him, never wished to see Sherlock again after what happened in the aquarium. He hadn’t kept her safe, his vow had been broken. He stopped eating or sleeping, his entire focus was on protecting John and his daughter.
Mrs Hudson had no idea what to do. It had been unnerving since Mary’s untimely passing and the rift it had placed between John and Sherlock, she’d watched the enigmatic, brilliant man that was Sherlock (though a little coarse and rough around the edges at times), whittle away and it broke her heart. She hurried into the flat, determination settled on frail features. Balancing a tray with a nice soothing chamomile tea and a home cooked meal in her hands, she spoke, “I brought up a nice stew, I got the good beef too - from Waitrose!” She said, plastering on a smile, “I’ll get the cutlery.”
