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Part 1 of Who was going to say anything?
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2013-06-03
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They weren't going to say anything

Summary:

From a prompt on the kink meme:

'I have a weakness for stories where someone accidentally catches friends or a couple doing something tender and romantic. Because watching people be affectionate with each other when they're unaware they're being watched is much more intimate and telling than catching them having sex.
I'd love for one person (or a bunch of different) to accidentally see John and Sherlock being affectionate and being utterly surprised by it - maybe because they didn't think their relationship was at that level or didn't think Sherlock (or John) was capable of such actions. The actions can be something as simple as squeezing each others hands or Sherlock picking up food he knows John likes or more romantic in nature (hair stroking, cuddling, saying something sweet, etc).'

This may not fill the prompt perfectly, but I hope it's ok (and it is my first piece of writing!) :)

Chapter 1: Mrs Hudson

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~Mrs Hudson~

It had been 2 months since Sherlock had returned, and Mrs Hudson had thought it best to leave her boys alone for a few weeks.
Even so, having been away slightly longer than planned, she was pleasantly surprised when soon after arriving home she heard a knock on her door and opened it to find, not John as she would have expected, but Sherlock, complete with a tesco’s bag.

“Good morning, Mrs Hudson. I know you like to have tea when you arrive home from your sister’s, but as you’ve returned two weeks later than planned, the milk in your fridge is most likely expired. John took the precaution of buying you another pint, although I added the Chamomile as I thought you may prefer it to your usual brand given the nature of your prolonged visit and ---“

Mrs Hudson cut Sherlock off with a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you Sherlock dear, but why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?”

“Mrs Hudson, I....”

Sherlock was once again cut off, this time by a crash from upstairs and a rather worried shout of “Sherlock!” before a rather worried, and clearly just out of bed, John appeared towards the top of the stairs. Mrs Hudson couldn’t help but smile at the state of his hair, his bleary eyes and the fact that he was looking rather embarrassed having being so panicked at his friend’s, temporary, absence.

“Oh, uh....Good morning Mrs Hudson” A rather abashed John said while making his way down the remainder of the stairs, “sorry, I was just, uh....”

“Oh it’s ok dear, I always felt unnerved when my husband wasn’t in bed when I woke up as well.”

“Oh, well, uh...we’re not really....I mean....”

After watching John mumble his way through a half-hearted denial, of which Mrs Hudson didn’t catch a word, Sherlock kindly suggested that John should ‘go and procure some caffeine before attempting anymore conversation’.

“Oh, uh...yeah sure. Just...I’m making breakfast so don’t be too long, yeah?” John advised him, with a hand on his arm, before making his way, slowly this time, back up the stairs.

Assuring Sherlock that whatever he had wanted to ask could wait until after breakfast, she sent him on his way.

And if Mrs Hudson had noticed how John’s hand had lingered on Sherlock’s arm slightly longer that might be normal, or how Sherlock’s gaze had followed John up the stairs, or even the look on their faces upon realising the other wasn’t hurt... Well, she wasn’t going to say anything.