Amor Before Moriarty - A Sheriarty Fanfiction (Sherlock)

Prologue

"Sherlock! I'm just coming to add your sheets to the wash!" Mr Holmes glided past the doting Mrs Hudson, to grab his iconic coat.

"Sherlock, where are you going?"

"John needs me, Mrs Hudson, urgently." He flipped his collar up and with that he left, slamming the door shut behind him. Mrs Hudson smiled as she turned towards Holmes' bedroom.

"Live and let live, that's what I always say. My boys..." She shook her head as she opened the door. "Oh dear! Must of left in quite a hurry for this mess... almost as messy as-" Mrs Hudson garbled on until she noticed something amongst the wreckage.

There was his robe on the bed, socks everywhere - like Holmes had looked for something in the undergarments drawer, which was hanging out of it's gaping compartment. There  was even a sock stuck to the periodic table on the wall. Mrs Hudson shuddered to think why.

With all this she could not decide why a white, lined piece of paper caused such intrigue. But right now it looked to her like a secret. Like a shining star of truth. Like a cup of tea that fate had let a few letters of alphabet soup slip into. "Oh my," Mrs Hudson cautiously walked towards the corner of parchment protruding from Sherlock's wrinkly pillow. 

Hunched over the bed, Mrs Hudson looked back at the door, and then pulled out the wad of whispers from their hiding place. There were a good few pieces, and she flicked through them. The paper was worn and ripped inwardly at the edges. If you tried to straighten it then the paper would warp and flex in it's own ways, using it's many crease-lines. It communicated a scripture of meaning. It seemed to be alive. And from the pieces of papers' view it would see Mrs Hudson's eyes darting as she rifled through it's nudity. It would see her place a hand over her mouth and look up from it.

Mrs Hudson set it aside and sat down. "Oh my." She looked everywhere around the room, anywhere but where the wad of words lay. Mrs Hudson stood up, made for the door. Her wobbling right hand hovered over the brass knob, she looked back. Hudson then came back to bed, sat down and put the Holy Find on her lap. 

She wouldn't have read it if a certain name hadn't beckoned her whilst she'd skimmed the contents. Moriarty.... Mrs Hudson picked a sock up from beside her and discarded it so it fell limply to the floor. Better get comfortable; better be prepared for what she was to read. Mrs Hudson closed her eyes, re-opened them, and began.