Loving a Holmes

Back to 221B

Sherlock had been gone two years now, I only got to see him once every six months, if we were lucky. But I suppose I shouldn't complain, John still thinks he is died, as does Mrs. Hudson. Which is what brings me to the events of today, John had asked me to meet him at Mrs. Hudson's. Once back at 221B I remember that even though he is not really died, I, not only, have to act as if he is, but I have to make sure that everyone else thinks he is. This job is exhausting. The only break I get is when I go check in with Mycroft to see what's going on with Sherlock and what codes I should be expecting. I bet John to the flat by a few minutes but wait for him before knocking. When he is there he hugs me tightly, since I haven't seen him in about two months. "Hello, Madison. Still blonde, I see."

I laugh and nod. "Yeah, I just hope Mrs. Hudson recognizes me. I haven't seen her since I changed it."

"Im sure she will."

I nod, as John knocks on the door. Mrs. Hudson opens the door and looks at John, a little disappointed, from what I've gathered from Mrs. Hudson, John had not been around to see her or called her for almost a year and a half. Sher looks from John to me. "Madison! Oh, your hair looks so nice. Please come on in you two." John and I enter the bottom floor of the flat and follow Mrs. Hudson into the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?"

I nod. "Sure, that sounds delightful."

Mrs. Hudson finishes the tea and places a few cups, sitting the milk toward John. "Oh, you don't take it do you? You forget a silly thing like that after two years. You forget a lot of silly little things."

John sighs, "I know I'm sorry."

"I'm not your mother, I have not right asking, but just one phone call would have done." I stand and rub Mrs. Hudson's shoulder. "You three were like my own and to lose two of you, after really losing one."

She shakes her head, I glance over at John, then back to her. "It's alright. Uh... would it be alright if I went up to see the flat?"

John stands and nods. "Yeah, I'd like to see the old place again too."

Mrs. Hudson nods. "Sure." The three of us make our way up to the flat. Mrs. Hudson and I are the first to enter that flat. I look around the dust-covered room. I remember hearing Sherlock playing the violin at 3 am and I remember our little arguments about cases and about random things I don't even remember what they were about. John enters behind Mrs. Hudson and me, looking around, as Mrs. Hudson goes to open the curtains, knocking even more dust into the air. "He never liked me dusting."

"No, we remember." John stops, between the door and the archway to the kitchen, as Mrs. Hudson looks over at John, and I do the same.

"So why now? What changed your mind?"

"Well, I've got some news."

"God, is it serious?"

"What? No no, I'm not ill. I've well, I'm moving on."

"Oh, you're immigrating?"

"Nope, no, I've met someone."

"Oh! Lovely."

"Yeah. we're getting married. Well, I'm going to ask, anyway."

"So soon after Sherlock?"

John and I laugh. "Uh... Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock was with me."

John nods. "and I'm not gay. I've met a woman."

Mrs. Hudson looks over to the two of us.  "Oh. well, good for you."

John and I laugh, as my phone goes off. The caller ID is unknown, so it's probably Mycroft. "I'm sorry, I've got to take this." I step out into the hallway. "Hello?"

"Qui Reversus Est." (He's back) Which brings about the question if he is back, why are we still speaking in Latin? Once I hear these words Mycroft hangs up.

I poke my head back into the room. "Hey, sorry, I've got to head out. I'll see you two later, John good luck."