Three missed calls from Sherlock later, I found myself leaning against the door of 221B. It was growing dark, but it was only four. All I could do was stay where I was, the burning cold didn't bother me as much as it used to in this humiliating moment. I'd rather be here than back in our living room. I can only imagine what he thinks of me now.
What do I do now?
The door swung open, knocking me to the ground in a heep. I saw Mrs. Hudson standing over me with a worried look on her face. I was just glad it wasn't Sherlock.
"Ow."
"Oh my are you alright? Where have you been dear? Sherlock has been going mad!" She expressed, still standing over me. I felt tears burning my eyes at the thought of confronting Sherlock now. I covered my face to hide my embarrassment and tried to calm myself.
"Oh now I see," She nodded her head and helped me up, realizing what happened, "we can keep him guessing a bit longer hmm? How about a spot of tea?"
"Thank you." I was suddenly very greatful for my landlady.
She led me through her door on the first level by the stairs and sat me down in her kitchen. I didn't care for tea much, however I was not in the position to decline. It was terribly kind of Mrs. Hudson to offer me refuge. Even if it's for a little while.
She set the tea pot on the burner and came to sit across from me. She had a pleasent smile, one that made me both relaxed and nervous. Sherlock was like a son to her which means she's going to be biased with whatever I tell her.
"Um...well I don't want to say it was an argument because it really wasnt..."
"He told you he loved you." She blurted, making me physically bite my tongue.
"Wow I-"
"I knew it was coming dear, I can read that boy like a map." She patted my tightly clasped hands. Why is she so sure Sherlock said he loved me? How come she went to that right away?
"That's nice but-" I really wish she'd stop interupting me.
"You got scared didn't you? Oh, there's nothing to be scared about love. Trust me I was once married." I never saw a Mr. Hudson, I didn't know there was one.
"Where is... nevermind I don't think you have the right idea about-"
"My husband was put to death a long time ago, actually Sherlock was the one that ensured it."
SHERLOCK KILLED HER HUSBAND? My eyes grew to the size of basketballs, my mouth dropping to the ground as I screamed,
"Oh god!" I stood up out of my chair and dug my fingers into my hair, trying to get the image of Sherlock killing Mr. Hudson out of my head.
"Oh come now he rightfully deserved it. That's how Sherlock and I met actually." The tea started to squeal. All I could do was sit back down and drop my head to the table.
Does everyone talk like this in London? Holy Hell.
"You feeling alright dear?" Mrs Hudson set the tea next to my head and sat back down in her spot.
"No." I really wasnt. I felt sick to my stomach, guilt tearing me up, anxiety filling my lungs, nausea swimming in my head, I was one big mess of 'not feeling good'.
I felt hot tears fall down my face, and my nose start to clear. I tried my best not to let out sobs, however it was quite a strain on my throat.
"Oh come now Jane. A boy out there loves you. That's a good thing!" She tried to cheer me up, "Perk up a bit!"
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The Fortuitous Attraction
FanfictionJane never saw it coming, and didn't expect it to suprise her. She just arrived in London and had no where to stay when she bumped into a kindly woman, Mrs. Hudson. who offered her a flat and, as she'd called him, an interesting flat mate. She said...