Rooms 604 & 605, Arms Hotel

[3patchproblem]

Mycroft was in town. In the same building as him for the duration of the weekend.

This meant Sherlock played the violin angrily until finally collapsing on his bed in an overly dramatic fashion that probably made John thank any and all deities in the area.

But that was last night and this is the morning. A quiet, quiet morning.

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[justhisblogger]

A very quiet morning, following a blissfully quiet night after Sherlock's collapse.

Which naturally meant that John had been woken by his nightmares not two hours into said night, and had been up and about the other room doing this and that and poking at his blog.

Now, he was ambling back into the room where Sherlock had been sleeping all that time, poking around the minibar for something quick to eat.

[tookhisskull]

Mrs. Hudson, too, was having a quiet morning, though hers was a bit more productive, as John was about to discover.

"Oh, good morning, dear," she said as she fluffed out a cushion. "Don't mind me. Just tidying up a touch; not your housekeeper."

Though it was looking like the chaps could rather use one, really, now....

[justhisblogger]

John paused, head still half bent over the mini-fridge.

Then he slowly straightened his back out. Very, very slowly. "...Mrs Hudson."

Oh, god.

[3patchproblem]

That was actually enough to get Sherlock open his eyes and peer over at the woman. "Mrs. Hudson?"