221B Baby struggles

moving in

Sorry it took so long to update the new chapter! a lot of things were happening and I was just very busy. but here it is, chapter 4. Though loyal_to_pink did most of the writing this time ;)

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Narrator: John struggled to support both him and George with just his teacher salary. After a month of Mrs. Hudson begging John to move in with Sherlock, John finally gave in. John packed everything in brown cardboard boxes. It took three trips for John to move everything into Sherlock's flat. He decided that he was going to donate his furniture to charity and just keep the necessities. On his last trip, he heard footsteps upstairs and some shouting.

 

"You are going to have to move in with Sherlock for a bit dear. Henry moved in a few weeks ago but I don't think he is going to last" Mrs. Hudson whispered the last part.

"Henry? Who is that? And what isn't he going to last from?" I asked with confusion. She sighed as if she already explained it.

"Henry is a young nice gentleman who just got out of college and was really close to getting his dream job. Sherlock and Henry have been fighting ever since he moved in. I am surprised Henry even stayed for so long" Mrs. Hudson confessed. I rolled my eyes. Typical Sherlock...

"Well, I will leave you with this. Don't forget dear if you want me to babysit your little one, I won't hesitate" Mrs. Hudson winked at George who was beginning to fuss next to me. I lifted him up handing him to her outstretched arms.

"His name is George. And if you wouldn't mind could you watch him as I unpack?" I asked. Mrs. Hudson didn't even hear me. She was lifting George in the air as he giggled at the new view.

BANG

"Oh dear! There they go again. Fighting all the time." Mrs.Hudson jumped at the noise rushing out of the room with George. I carefullywalked upstairs to see what was going on. A young man, who was well-dressed, was angrily smashing test tubes and beakers onto the kitchen wall. Sherlock was on the other side of the messy kitchen table about to explode with anger. He had a bed sheet pinned around his torso.

 

"Stop! Stop it now! " Sherlock roared. I was wondering why he hasn't murdered the guy yet but then when he moved I noticed that he was handcuffed to the door. The door groaned under the strength of Sherlock pulling. When Henry picked up Sherlocks skull, I tackled him to the ground. I knew Sherlock was going to go ballistic if the skull broke.

"Who the heck are you?!" Henry growled from under me. He started to get up but I pinned his arms down. Sherlock, on the other hand, managed to pick the lock with a pocket knife. He stomped his way towards us and shoved me off of Henry. I decided that since he is the famous Sherlock Holmes, he would just talk it out but no, he did the opposite.When he started to throw punches, I interfered  again.

"You idiot! Throwing chemicals all over the place! Do you want to kill us all?!" Sherlock grunted as he continued to throw punches. Henry's face was now bloody and distorted. I yanked Sherlock back from Henry. I threw him on the couch pushing Henry out the door.

"Sherlock calm down!" I yelled. He laid down and faced the couch leaving me staring at his back grumbling something about wanting to kill idiots like him.

"He was ruining everything. He almost threw my skull John! " Sherlock complained. I closed my eyes with frustration.

"Yes I saw that's why I tackled him so he wouldn't throw your skull" I explained while picking up fallen stuff. Sherlock didn't reply. I knew he was still fuming about the precious chemicals that were wasted and broken beakers.

"Oh dear boys, what happened?" Mrs.Hudson cried out as she slightly patted George on the back to make him fall asleep. Sherlock just grunted still not turning around.

"Do you know where Henry went?" I asked and she shook her head.

“When I came up here to check up on you boys, he stormed up to his room” she explained. Mrs. Hudson and I kept cleaning up until we heard a door slam from upstairs. Henry appeared behind Mrs. Hudson and closed his eyes trying to calm himself.

“You know what? After I moved into this flat, I lost my dream job after I was so close to it” Henry paused glaring at Sherlock, " I lost my girlfriend and my best friend”.

“It was hardly my fault. You were cheating with your girlfriend with your best friend’s girlfriend and I just...cleared things up. Your boss should have known the real you, so not my fault again.” Sherlock grumbled without turning around.

“Oh dear. Make sure they don’t murder each other.” Mrs. Hudson squeaked before rushing downstairs with George.

“I am just saying that I will not be able to live in this building anymore since someone is such an arrogant arse all the time who cannot keep his mouth shut” he huffed, gritting his teeth trying not to get into a fight again. When no one said a word, Henry stormed out of the flat.

“Mrs. Hudson, I will come back later on the day to pick up my belongings.” Henry shouted to her before leaving.

“Why are you here anyway, John?” Sherlock asked. I looked at the stairs expecting Mrs.Hudson to pop up again to explain to Sherlock. When she didn't, I concluded that Sherlock was either not told or that he was told but he just wasn't listening.

“Uh well, it was hard living off of a teacher’s pay so Mrs. Hudson told me to move in... I was going to have to bring in a different bed. But since you managed to make Henry move out on his own I am pretty sure that I'm going to get my old room back"

"Okay." Sherlock grunted, "And John, make sure that thing doesn't wake me up during the night." Sherlock called out before I went downstairs. I rolled my eyes at the false hope that he was going to give me some kind of a welcome back greeting.

"Well this is good news for you John! So now you don't have to share a room with Mr.Grumpy Pants up there" Mrs.Hudson chuckled at her own joke. I just nodded as I gave her a bottle and some milk powder.

"If you don't mind do you think you could feed him for me? I still haven't started unpacking" I apologized looking at the unopened boxes. She waved me off.

"I love George! He never cried once. Unlike that baby upstairs who cries about everything" Mrs.Hudson chuckled again leaving to feed George.

"I am NOT a baby" I heard Sherlock pout from upstairs causing me to crack a smile as well.

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