Day 9--Advent Prompt 9: Carollers
Title: Carols with Mrs. Hudson
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mrs. Hudson
Summary: Mrs. Hudson invites the boys to go carolling with her and some of her friends.
Rating: T-one swear
Word Count: 1094
Notes: Written in response to adventchallenge prompts. Every day for the first 25 days of December I will be posting a fic here.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Mrs. Hudson knocked gently at the door to 221B. She heard shuffling before John appeared at the door.
"Mrs. Hudson. Come in," he said, smiling and moving out of the way. "What can we do for you?"
Mrs. Hudson smiled, slightly nervous. "Well, dear, I was wondering if you both would like to go carolling with some of us. There's a group of us, Mrs. Turner started it up a few years ago." She hastened to add, "I know it's short notice..."
"Dull," Sherlock said, but not quite quietly enough for Mrs. Hudson not to hear. John gave him a pointed look before he sighed, looking slightly sheepish. "No thank you, Mrs. Hudson. I have some experiments to work on."
"That's quite fine, dear. I figured you both would be busy," she said starting to head back to her flat to get ready.
"Mrs. Hudson, if it's fine by you, I'd like to join you," John said, surprising her.
"Really?"
John nodded. "Of course. Provided you will give me a few minutes to get ready."
Mrs. Hudson nodded and clapped her hands together. "Yes. Yes. Just pop by my flat when you're set to go." She pecked him on the cheek, almost dancing back to her flat.
John shut the door, smiling to himself. He had wanted to make Mrs. Hudson happy, especially since she came in here assuming neither of them would want to go.
"Why are you going with her?" Shelock asked, his book forgotten in his study of John.
John shrugged and went to gather his coat and gloves. "She asked. It's obviously something she enjoys and she wanted us to share it with her." He put on his jacket and grabbed his gloves, chuckling at Sherlock's face. "It's fine that you don't want to go, Sherlock. Neither of us are upset."
Sherlock nodded as though these thoughts hadn't even crossed his mind, but they had. "Have you ever gone carolling before?"
John nodded. "Yeah, a few times back when I was younger. I had always been forced to go and always complained. But Harry and I tended to find ways to amuse ourselves."
"You went with Harry? Who forced you to go?" Sherlock asked, latching onto this new set of information about John.
"Mum did. She always loved singing and assumed her children would too. So she made us go with her every Christmas." John smiled, his eyes seemingly looking into the past. "As much as Harry and I complained about having to go, we actually enjoyed it. I think, after a while, the complaining on our part became part of the tradition." John laughed.
"Oh."
John went over to give him a quick kiss. "I'll see you later, yeah?"
Sherlock nodded distractedly and watched John leave the flat. He listened as he collected Mrs. Hudson who was extremely giddy. And then the door slammed shut.
Sherlock steppled his fingers under his chin, trying to talk himself out of following John and Mrs. Hudson. He shouldn't, especially since he told Mrs. Hudson he had experiments to work on--and he did. But he was curious. He wanted to know why Mrs. Hudson goes carolling every year now--she hadn't before. He wanted to know why John decided to go this year.
If he was honest, he didn't want to be left out. Yes, he told Mrs. Hudson he wasn't going to go, but that's when he thought John hadn't wanted to go either. Being brilliant and doing experiments wasn't the same anymore without John's praise or his brain to bounce ideas off of.
It took him less than thirty minutes to start tracking them down. Quite impressive when he had originally given himself only five.
He knew that, given the people included in the circle of friends Mrs. Hudson had, they would most likely be in Regents Park. They wouldn't go carolling as in the old definition of walking home-to-home. The group would set up camp somewhere some of the members could sit if they wanted to. And Regents Park was the prime location.
Sherlock does find them where he expected to find them. However, he was a little surprised at Mrs. Hudson and John. Mrs. Hudson had a huge smile of her face as she clung to John's arm. John's smile almost matched hers.
She's obviously happy here, she enjoys it. Perhaps, having someone she cares about share it with her...increases that happiness.
Sherlock was slightly transfixed by this sight and watched as they sang together some song about jingling and bells. Everyone in the group looked incredibly happy, despite the cold weather and the few people watching them.
John's eyes locked on his and that slightly baffled, fond smile of his. He tilted his head, partly in question and slightly in invitation. Sherlock started walking toward him without fully realising it. He kissed Mrs. Hudson on the cheek who looked happier than he'd seen her in a long time as he took his place beside John.
John smiled at him and leaned up to whisper, "It means a lot to her that you came, you know."
Sherlock shrugged and looked down. "I don't know how much use I'll be. I don't know any of these songs."
"Deleted them?" John asked.
Sherlock only nodded. They had been songs he had sung in primary school. Why would he need them after that? It's not like his family had ever really gotten into the holiday spirit and he hadn't really been concerned with singing Holiday songs after university. He had had other...issues on his mind then.
John grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Just move your lips a little. No one will know."
So Sherlock found himself moving his lips along with John's slightly off-key baritone and Mrs. Hudson surprisingly high-pitched voice. For the first time in a while, he didn't care that he had experiments waiting for him or that he normally would rather be stuck in a room with Anderson than doing something holiday spirited.
He was slightly enjoying himself.
Sherlock looked over at Mrs. Hudson who was still beaming and singing away. He knew that, while he may not always make the best choices and sometimes might be somewhat of an arse--or so he'd been told--he was grateful that he could make two of the people he cared about happy.
Maybe, next year he could actually sing along. He figured Mrs. Hudson might like that. He would, however, have quite a lot of work to do between now and then if he planned on singing next year.
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mrs. Hudson
Summary: Mrs. Hudson invites the boys to go carolling with her and some of her friends.
Rating: T-one swear
Word Count: 1094
Notes: Written in response to adventchallenge prompts. Every day for the first 25 days of December I will be posting a fic here.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Mrs. Hudson knocked gently at the door to 221B. She heard shuffling before John appeared at the door.
"Mrs. Hudson. Come in," he said, smiling and moving out of the way. "What can we do for you?"
Mrs. Hudson smiled, slightly nervous. "Well, dear, I was wondering if you both would like to go carolling with some of us. There's a group of us, Mrs. Turner started it up a few years ago." She hastened to add, "I know it's short notice..."
"Dull," Sherlock said, but not quite quietly enough for Mrs. Hudson not to hear. John gave him a pointed look before he sighed, looking slightly sheepish. "No thank you, Mrs. Hudson. I have some experiments to work on."
"That's quite fine, dear. I figured you both would be busy," she said starting to head back to her flat to get ready.
"Mrs. Hudson, if it's fine by you, I'd like to join you," John said, surprising her.
"Really?"
John nodded. "Of course. Provided you will give me a few minutes to get ready."
Mrs. Hudson nodded and clapped her hands together. "Yes. Yes. Just pop by my flat when you're set to go." She pecked him on the cheek, almost dancing back to her flat.
John shut the door, smiling to himself. He had wanted to make Mrs. Hudson happy, especially since she came in here assuming neither of them would want to go.
"Why are you going with her?" Shelock asked, his book forgotten in his study of John.
John shrugged and went to gather his coat and gloves. "She asked. It's obviously something she enjoys and she wanted us to share it with her." He put on his jacket and grabbed his gloves, chuckling at Sherlock's face. "It's fine that you don't want to go, Sherlock. Neither of us are upset."
Sherlock nodded as though these thoughts hadn't even crossed his mind, but they had. "Have you ever gone carolling before?"
John nodded. "Yeah, a few times back when I was younger. I had always been forced to go and always complained. But Harry and I tended to find ways to amuse ourselves."
"You went with Harry? Who forced you to go?" Sherlock asked, latching onto this new set of information about John.
"Mum did. She always loved singing and assumed her children would too. So she made us go with her every Christmas." John smiled, his eyes seemingly looking into the past. "As much as Harry and I complained about having to go, we actually enjoyed it. I think, after a while, the complaining on our part became part of the tradition." John laughed.
"Oh."
John went over to give him a quick kiss. "I'll see you later, yeah?"
Sherlock nodded distractedly and watched John leave the flat. He listened as he collected Mrs. Hudson who was extremely giddy. And then the door slammed shut.
Sherlock steppled his fingers under his chin, trying to talk himself out of following John and Mrs. Hudson. He shouldn't, especially since he told Mrs. Hudson he had experiments to work on--and he did. But he was curious. He wanted to know why Mrs. Hudson goes carolling every year now--she hadn't before. He wanted to know why John decided to go this year.
If he was honest, he didn't want to be left out. Yes, he told Mrs. Hudson he wasn't going to go, but that's when he thought John hadn't wanted to go either. Being brilliant and doing experiments wasn't the same anymore without John's praise or his brain to bounce ideas off of.
It took him less than thirty minutes to start tracking them down. Quite impressive when he had originally given himself only five.
He knew that, given the people included in the circle of friends Mrs. Hudson had, they would most likely be in Regents Park. They wouldn't go carolling as in the old definition of walking home-to-home. The group would set up camp somewhere some of the members could sit if they wanted to. And Regents Park was the prime location.
Sherlock does find them where he expected to find them. However, he was a little surprised at Mrs. Hudson and John. Mrs. Hudson had a huge smile of her face as she clung to John's arm. John's smile almost matched hers.
She's obviously happy here, she enjoys it. Perhaps, having someone she cares about share it with her...increases that happiness.
Sherlock was slightly transfixed by this sight and watched as they sang together some song about jingling and bells. Everyone in the group looked incredibly happy, despite the cold weather and the few people watching them.
John's eyes locked on his and that slightly baffled, fond smile of his. He tilted his head, partly in question and slightly in invitation. Sherlock started walking toward him without fully realising it. He kissed Mrs. Hudson on the cheek who looked happier than he'd seen her in a long time as he took his place beside John.
John smiled at him and leaned up to whisper, "It means a lot to her that you came, you know."
Sherlock shrugged and looked down. "I don't know how much use I'll be. I don't know any of these songs."
"Deleted them?" John asked.
Sherlock only nodded. They had been songs he had sung in primary school. Why would he need them after that? It's not like his family had ever really gotten into the holiday spirit and he hadn't really been concerned with singing Holiday songs after university. He had had other...issues on his mind then.
John grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Just move your lips a little. No one will know."
So Sherlock found himself moving his lips along with John's slightly off-key baritone and Mrs. Hudson surprisingly high-pitched voice. For the first time in a while, he didn't care that he had experiments waiting for him or that he normally would rather be stuck in a room with Anderson than doing something holiday spirited.
He was slightly enjoying himself.
Sherlock looked over at Mrs. Hudson who was still beaming and singing away. He knew that, while he may not always make the best choices and sometimes might be somewhat of an arse--or so he'd been told--he was grateful that he could make two of the people he cared about happy.
Maybe, next year he could actually sing along. He figured Mrs. Hudson might like that. He would, however, have quite a lot of work to do between now and then if he planned on singing next year.