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Title: Putting on the Ritz
Rating: G
Summary: For the first time in ages, Mrs Hudson has a perfectly wonderful Valentine's Day.
Notes: Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover. As prompted by anon on Tumblr: Wilfred Mott and Mrs Hudson spend Valentines Day together. Just fluffy cuteness between the pair of them!! =) =) Because I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE!!!I will love you forever seriously!!
“Boys, I’m leaving now. Try not to blow anything up while I’m out.” Mrs Hudson called up the stairs as she fastened her coat; she knew they were in so hopefully they’d heard her. Of course they had because it only took a few seconds for Sherlock to appear at the top of the stairs and stare down at her.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
“Have a nice afternoon,” called John from behind him, which made Sherlock turn to stare at him and then back at her.
“Sherlock, I am going out, I told you yesterday,” she sighed as she spoke, knowing full well he’d already forgotten. She chose to ignore whatever else he was going to say and walked to the front door. She had planned to be outside the building when Wilfred arrived, she didn’t want him getting interrogated by her tenant after all. When she opened the door, there he was walking towards the door with a happy smile and a bunch of roses.
“Old fashioned, I know,” he said when he reached the open door and held them out to her. “But we are old fashioned, aren’t we?”
When he laughed, she couldn’t help but laugh too and then there was Sherlock right behind her eyeing up this new visitor.
“Wilfred, this is Sherlock, John’s the one trying to pull him away. Boys, this is Wilfred and we are going out for the afternoon. I’ll see you later.”
When she shut the door, she was sure she could hear Sherlock shouting something and she definitely heard John shouting back about what day it was, so she just smiled. Wilfred was just staring at the door for a moment and then shook his head before holding out his arm to her. Arm in arm they walked towards the taxi he already had waiting. Inside, she noted the picnic basket and blanket and settled herself down.
“Always like that those two then?” he asked when the taxi had pulled away, so at least now he could be sure that the tall one couldn’t get him.
“Oh no dear, they can be much worse. But I wouldn’t change it for the world, always nice to have some excitement around.”
“I know what you mean,” he responded, with a sort of sad smile. She’d always known there was something he wasn’t telling her, something that made him sad sometimes, but she didn’t want to pry.
When they reached the park, Wilfred happily carried the basket and blanket until they found a nice spot under a tree. It was still a little cold, so at least the park was quiet. Settling down, he continued to act like the perfect gentleman as he unloaded the basket of its food. Everything looked so nice and delicious.
“Wilfred, you shouldn’t have gone to such an effort,” she chided him, but he just grinned and leaned towards her conspiratorially.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered and waited till she nodded. “I had some help from my granddaughter.”
“Then she is a very good granddaughter.”
They both laughed at that, which made a few of the joggers turn around and stare. They ignored them though, no point worrying what people thought at their age.
When Wilfred revealed the very nice looking bottle of champagne, she couldn’t help but smack him lightly on the arm.
“You didn’t have to do that for me!”
“Of course I did,” he replied and he meant her. He hadn’t cared about someone like this for a long time. “Besides, better to use that pension increase for something nice.”
The picnic was delightful, just sitting and watching the world go by, with Wilfred making little jokes that made her laugh more than she had done in ages. It started to get dark eventually though, which was Wilfred’s cue to start packing up. She had to admit, it was a shame it was ending so soon.
“Come on,” he said, as he held out a hand to help her up. “Or we’ll be late.”
“Late?”
“Well, I didn’t bring dessert did I? We’ve got somewhere else to go yet.”
When the taxi pulled up at the next venue for their day out, she couldn’t help but smile. It appeared that Wilfred had planned for dessert and dancing. Now his note to dress up a little had made sense, especially given that they’d spent the whole afternoon huddled up in their coats.
Once they got inside, Wilfred helped her to take her coat off and let out an appreciative whistle at her dress. When he coat came off and she saw he was wearing a shirt, jacket and tie, she gave him a little kiss on the cheek. She’d never seen him without his jumper and woolly hat, so it made a very nice change.
It also turned out that neither of them had forgotten how to dance, though neither liked to admit how long that had been. They danced more than they ate any dessert, though they had a few more glasses of wine. It was a very enjoyable evening, even if by the end they just kept giggling over everything like school children. The alcohol was going to have a terrible effect in the morning, but they didn’t mind.
At last, they had to go home though. When they arrived at 221B, Wilfred danced around the taxi to open the door for her and bowed as she got out.
“Stop it,” she laughed.
They managed to stumble to the door, arms linked and still laughing. She was sure she saw a curtain twitch upstairs, but she didn’t really care.
“This has been a wonderful day Wilfred,” she said it with a smile and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. He had a hand on her arm and when she kissed him, he squeezed her arm a little.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, we’ll have to do it again sometime, though I don’t really want a year before Valentine’s Day comes around again.”
“That sounds like a very good plan.” This time it was Wilfred who leaned in and gave her a little peck on the lips. She hadn’t been expecting that, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. She did, however, try to ignore the fact she was now blushing. “Good night.”
“Good night my beautiful rose,” as he spoke, he began to walk backwards towards the taxi. “May it not be long till our paths cross once more and we may enjoy the fine company of one another.”
She couldn’t help but laugh again, though she also found herself waving her hand at him to try and get him to be quiet. He waved at her, did a little jig and finally clambered back into the taxi. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the roses, she opened the front door.
Sherlock was, of course, stood on the stairs with his arms folded and an odd look on his face.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime dear?” she asked, fixing her own little look on him. He opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sound of John on the stairs behind him.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked.
“It was quite wonderful,” she smiled and opened the door to her flat. Once again, when she shut the door she could here Sherlock and John having one of their little domestics, but she didn’t really mind. Ignoring the stomping around upstairs, so bad this time it made her living room light shake, she found a vase for the roses and set it down in the living room. Sherlock would calm down eventually, or at least until the next time Wilfred came to call. She certainly hoped that would be very soon, he was a very charming gentleman and she wouldn’t turn down dinner and dancing.
Yes, this had been a very wonderful Valentine’s Day.
Title: Putting on the Ritz
Rating: G
Summary: For the first time in ages, Mrs Hudson has a perfectly wonderful Valentine's Day.
Notes: Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover. As prompted by anon on Tumblr: Wilfred Mott and Mrs Hudson spend Valentines Day together. Just fluffy cuteness between the pair of them!! =) =) Because I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE!!!I will love you forever seriously!!
“Boys, I’m leaving now. Try not to blow anything up while I’m out.” Mrs Hudson called up the stairs as she fastened her coat; she knew they were in so hopefully they’d heard her. Of course they had because it only took a few seconds for Sherlock to appear at the top of the stairs and stare down at her.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
“Have a nice afternoon,” called John from behind him, which made Sherlock turn to stare at him and then back at her.
“Sherlock, I am going out, I told you yesterday,” she sighed as she spoke, knowing full well he’d already forgotten. She chose to ignore whatever else he was going to say and walked to the front door. She had planned to be outside the building when Wilfred arrived, she didn’t want him getting interrogated by her tenant after all. When she opened the door, there he was walking towards the door with a happy smile and a bunch of roses.
“Old fashioned, I know,” he said when he reached the open door and held them out to her. “But we are old fashioned, aren’t we?”
When he laughed, she couldn’t help but laugh too and then there was Sherlock right behind her eyeing up this new visitor.
“Wilfred, this is Sherlock, John’s the one trying to pull him away. Boys, this is Wilfred and we are going out for the afternoon. I’ll see you later.”
When she shut the door, she was sure she could hear Sherlock shouting something and she definitely heard John shouting back about what day it was, so she just smiled. Wilfred was just staring at the door for a moment and then shook his head before holding out his arm to her. Arm in arm they walked towards the taxi he already had waiting. Inside, she noted the picnic basket and blanket and settled herself down.
“Always like that those two then?” he asked when the taxi had pulled away, so at least now he could be sure that the tall one couldn’t get him.
“Oh no dear, they can be much worse. But I wouldn’t change it for the world, always nice to have some excitement around.”
“I know what you mean,” he responded, with a sort of sad smile. She’d always known there was something he wasn’t telling her, something that made him sad sometimes, but she didn’t want to pry.
When they reached the park, Wilfred happily carried the basket and blanket until they found a nice spot under a tree. It was still a little cold, so at least the park was quiet. Settling down, he continued to act like the perfect gentleman as he unloaded the basket of its food. Everything looked so nice and delicious.
“Wilfred, you shouldn’t have gone to such an effort,” she chided him, but he just grinned and leaned towards her conspiratorially.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered and waited till she nodded. “I had some help from my granddaughter.”
“Then she is a very good granddaughter.”
They both laughed at that, which made a few of the joggers turn around and stare. They ignored them though, no point worrying what people thought at their age.
When Wilfred revealed the very nice looking bottle of champagne, she couldn’t help but smack him lightly on the arm.
“You didn’t have to do that for me!”
“Of course I did,” he replied and he meant her. He hadn’t cared about someone like this for a long time. “Besides, better to use that pension increase for something nice.”
The picnic was delightful, just sitting and watching the world go by, with Wilfred making little jokes that made her laugh more than she had done in ages. It started to get dark eventually though, which was Wilfred’s cue to start packing up. She had to admit, it was a shame it was ending so soon.
“Come on,” he said, as he held out a hand to help her up. “Or we’ll be late.”
“Late?”
“Well, I didn’t bring dessert did I? We’ve got somewhere else to go yet.”
When the taxi pulled up at the next venue for their day out, she couldn’t help but smile. It appeared that Wilfred had planned for dessert and dancing. Now his note to dress up a little had made sense, especially given that they’d spent the whole afternoon huddled up in their coats.
Once they got inside, Wilfred helped her to take her coat off and let out an appreciative whistle at her dress. When he coat came off and she saw he was wearing a shirt, jacket and tie, she gave him a little kiss on the cheek. She’d never seen him without his jumper and woolly hat, so it made a very nice change.
It also turned out that neither of them had forgotten how to dance, though neither liked to admit how long that had been. They danced more than they ate any dessert, though they had a few more glasses of wine. It was a very enjoyable evening, even if by the end they just kept giggling over everything like school children. The alcohol was going to have a terrible effect in the morning, but they didn’t mind.
At last, they had to go home though. When they arrived at 221B, Wilfred danced around the taxi to open the door for her and bowed as she got out.
“Stop it,” she laughed.
They managed to stumble to the door, arms linked and still laughing. She was sure she saw a curtain twitch upstairs, but she didn’t really care.
“This has been a wonderful day Wilfred,” she said it with a smile and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. He had a hand on her arm and when she kissed him, he squeezed her arm a little.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, we’ll have to do it again sometime, though I don’t really want a year before Valentine’s Day comes around again.”
“That sounds like a very good plan.” This time it was Wilfred who leaned in and gave her a little peck on the lips. She hadn’t been expecting that, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. She did, however, try to ignore the fact she was now blushing. “Good night.”
“Good night my beautiful rose,” as he spoke, he began to walk backwards towards the taxi. “May it not be long till our paths cross once more and we may enjoy the fine company of one another.”
She couldn’t help but laugh again, though she also found herself waving her hand at him to try and get him to be quiet. He waved at her, did a little jig and finally clambered back into the taxi. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the roses, she opened the front door.
Sherlock was, of course, stood on the stairs with his arms folded and an odd look on his face.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime dear?” she asked, fixing her own little look on him. He opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the sound of John on the stairs behind him.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked.
“It was quite wonderful,” she smiled and opened the door to her flat. Once again, when she shut the door she could here Sherlock and John having one of their little domestics, but she didn’t really mind. Ignoring the stomping around upstairs, so bad this time it made her living room light shake, she found a vase for the roses and set it down in the living room. Sherlock would calm down eventually, or at least until the next time Wilfred came to call. She certainly hoped that would be very soon, he was a very charming gentleman and she wouldn’t turn down dinner and dancing.
Yes, this had been a very wonderful Valentine’s Day.