Spellbound

Chapter 6

Mrs Hudson is Very Brave

When Sherlock made it back to John he asked, "Do you understand now?"

John shrugged. "So, what do I do, buy her flowers?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I think this calls for a little more than mere flowers." He glanced at John and noticed he was slightly pink. "Unless... Have you ever bought her flowers?"

"'course. Of course, I have." John knew that Sherlock needed an honest answer and he really didn't want to sing to Molly or something equally embarrassing. So, he tacked on, "Once or twice."

"Once or twice in five years," Sherlock repeated flatly. "What is wrong with you?"

"Oi, watch it."

Sherlock realized John was uncomfortable. He held in an aggravated huff and looked around. He found a field of flowers and got to work.

"I don't think you're allowed to pick those." John looked around to see if anyone was watching them.

"Shh, I'm working."

They bickered but Sherlock didn't stop until he'd weaved the flowers into a heart. John had to admit it was stunning. It would have cost a fortune at a flower shop.

John didn't ask Sherlock how he knew how to weave flowers and Sherlock was grateful. It took all his willpower not to weave himself a flower crown. And one for John. It was obvious that people here didn't do things like that. It didn't surprise Sherlock, there was a serious lack of flowers in the whole city, so clearly people couldn't enjoy them properly.

Finished with his work Sherlock called out, "Aa-aa-ah," and waited. He'd set his mind on calling doves instead of the nearest animals. Molly wouldn't be impressed by pigeons or rats.

"What are you doing?" John asked. He'd expected Sherlock to break into song again, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. John wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed.

"You'll see," Sherlock said vaguely. He realized he hadn't asked John and the last time he summoned animals John was upset about it. Hopefully, he'd find the doves acceptable.

John admired Sherlock's handiwork while they waited. "This is beautiful."

Sherlock blinked at him. "Of course, it is." He was nonplussed. Why did John seem so surprised? Sherlock wasn't going to send a simple bouquet. This was a representation of John's love and their relationship. (And even if it was ultimately for Molly he'd really made it for John.)

Two doves arrived and Sherlock greeted them before telling them, "Take this to Molly, please." He tacked on the please because it was clear they were agitated.

"Are you serious? They're birds. They don't know where she is," John said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. It was magic, he knew what Molly he was talking about so the birds knew. They'd find her. It was strange being in a place where people didn't understand magic. How could people be so out of touch with reality here? The animals didn't understand in his world but since they were like children it was rational. But here... John was older than he was.

John stood and pulled Sherlock to his feet. "Come on, let's get out of here before someone gets upset about you picking all those flowers."

They were almost outside of the park when something made a strange repetitive trilling sound. Sherlock watched curiously as John pulled out a small device.

John looked at the caller id. "Molly?" He answered.

"John, thank you so much for the flowers," Molly gushed. "They're beautiful.".