Shared Festivities - Like Her Boys
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holmes_minorTitle: Like Her Boys
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Missus Hudson, Sherlock, Doctor Watson
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Drabble Zone 325: Cosy and Holmes Minor: Shared Festivities
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's become a sort of game with them over the years.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Also, could I possibly get my author tag updated please and thank you?
Martha glanced up from beneath her cap as a shadow crept into the kitchen from one end and another from the opposite end. The latter very quickly lost their nerve, and Missus Hudson almost giggled like a schoolgirl as the door shut promptly behind him. They toyed with her every year like this, sneaking about when they thought she was not awake, stealing cookies like schoolboys.
"Come now, gents," she called out to them both. "It's been a long, hard day for us all! Why don't you boys drop the preamble and just come sit with me here by the fire?" She had no sooner issued the invitation then they both came forward, Sherlock from behind her and Doctor Watson from the other side of the closed door. "Have at the cookies -- " she said, waving a hand over the fresh gingerbread men over which she'd been toiling for hours. She stopped just short of calling them children, but indeed, in a way, they had become the children she'd never had, nor even knew she wanted.
Yet as they gathered close around the fire this evening, each munching on a cookie, she couldn't help beaming, feeling cosy, relaxed, appreciated, and loved.
The End
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Missus Hudson, Sherlock, Doctor Watson
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Drabble Zone 325: Cosy and Holmes Minor: Shared Festivities
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's become a sort of game with them over the years.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Also, could I possibly get my author tag updated please and thank you?
Martha glanced up from beneath her cap as a shadow crept into the kitchen from one end and another from the opposite end. The latter very quickly lost their nerve, and Missus Hudson almost giggled like a schoolgirl as the door shut promptly behind him. They toyed with her every year like this, sneaking about when they thought she was not awake, stealing cookies like schoolboys.
"Come now, gents," she called out to them both. "It's been a long, hard day for us all! Why don't you boys drop the preamble and just come sit with me here by the fire?" She had no sooner issued the invitation then they both came forward, Sherlock from behind her and Doctor Watson from the other side of the closed door. "Have at the cookies -- " she said, waving a hand over the fresh gingerbread men over which she'd been toiling for hours. She stopped just short of calling them children, but indeed, in a way, they had become the children she'd never had, nor even knew she wanted.
Yet as they gathered close around the fire this evening, each munching on a cookie, she couldn't help beaming, feeling cosy, relaxed, appreciated, and loved.
The End
