The Adventure Began at Holmes

Just Another Awkward Situation

Later that night after much chatting with Sherlock, I was forced to go home. Something about my mum worrying about me. Ugh, sentiment. Can't a girl do what she wants without being bothered? Although I do suppose he had a point. It had been almost three days since I had been home and there's no doubt my mum was going crazy with worry. It's late at night as I walk along the dim London streets, passing tourists and cabs. After knowing what Moriarty is like, I will not be so easily susceptible to trust people. I pass many shops, looking around at my surroundings with caution. It's seemingly quiet for London, but it's peaceful. 

As I open the door to me and my mum's small, but comfortable flat I see my mum watching telly with a sad look on her face. 

"Mum...?"

At that, she jumps up and wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace. I hesitate, then hug her back seeing as what I had put her through, and the fact that I very well could have died. And to be honest, maybe it was a bit lonely without someone...familiar..around.

"Sadie Holmes don't you ever do that to me again! You had me worried sick!"

"Mum I'm fine. See? Perfectly fine." She stayed unmoving with her strong but caring arms around me.

"Erm...okay uh..this is getting a bit awkward now........Mum.."

"Hmm??"

"You can let go of me now..."

"OH..sorry honey...I just..really missed you. You're the only daughter I have, never mind the only person I have to talk to."

I sigh. Yes, my mum can be very irritating but I do feel quite guilty at times for treating her rotten. She's lonely, and I can tell. Her eyes droop slightly like she's always tired, she throws her hair up in a messy bun or ponytail like her appearance doesn't matter to anybody anyways, and aside from work, she wears sweats or lounge outfits all day. I can't even remember the last time she dressed up nice. Probably the last time she had a date that clearly never went anyplace. Speaking of work, she works hard and occupies herself so she won't have to deal with the reality of it all. My mother may not be as smart as me or my dad's side of the family, but she's most certainly not an idiot. Despite all the morals I keep about sentiment and, dare I say it, LOVE, I do firmly believe she needs someone who will care for her and keep her company when I'm not enough. Let's face it, when I go to Uni she'll be alone. She already tears up when I mention it. and it's a year away for me. I may be cold sometimes but she is my mother and I do care about her....hey, I have my moments. But I want her to be happy.

"I know mother..hey look..um, you know I don't lie and to be honest I'm a bloody BAD liar, and I do not doubt that you figured out I wasn't at a friend's these past three days. I mean, for a start, I don't even have friends."

She nods slowly and looks worried. "You went to see them didn't you..?"

"Yes"

"And?"

"And..we went on a big case and stuff."

"I'm just glad you're home"

"Me too"

She kisses my cheek and smiles softly. "I love you sweetheart"

"Oh please, we all know I'm not sweet."

She chuckles. "Oh cut it out."

I smirk, then it fades slowly. "Hey mum..look, I um...I met dad..."

For once I couldn't read the exact look on her face. Was it a surprise? Anger? Betrayal? Sadness? Maybe a mix of all four, but the one I did see clearly was one of, quite desperate, longing.

She stares, tears glazing her eyes. "Oh..h-how um..how was it..like, how did it..go..?"

I tell her the details and she nods slowly. 

"I want you guys to meet again. Look I know I'm not Miss matchmaker and God knows I don't want to be labeled as anything close, but I see how much you want to see him again, and when I mentioned you I could have sworn I saw the same look on him..."

"Love..he doesn't care about me." She does a half laugh half sob type thing. "Hell, he probably deleted me from his damn mind palace.."

"He didn't. Okay? I just want you to try it. I'll get him to agree too. And don't even start to argue with me because you know I'll win."

She looks at me and cries. I mean, full-out CRIES. I don't know what to do...should I like..hug her or something? 

I hug her comfortingly and guide her upstairs to bed. "Mum get some rest. I'll figure out the details and set a date okay? Don't stress. and er...um...you know, I um..ya know."

She chuckles and nods. "I love you too hon. Get some sleep for once."

I nod and exit her room. I shower and change into pajamas then lie on my bed staring at the ceiling. I run over all the conversations I've had with Sherlock about my father and all his reactions to when I brought up my mother. "Maybe it is time to rediscover your goldfish father." I thought. I snatch up my phone and begin typing.

Nearly two hours later, at 1am, I put my phone down and smirked to myself. Tomorrow is going to be quite interesting.