And so we come to the end! Again I apologise soooooooooooooo much for taking so long with the chapters. It was SherlockianGirl that got me to finish this chapter, she gave me the slap around the face I needed lol! Thanks for all your reviews! I read each one with a smile, and have taken all suggestions and comments into consideration. So here you go:
I got up and walked forward to help with the clearing up, but was stopped instantly by Mrs.Holmes.
"Oh no Doctor, I wouldn't dream of employing you're help, when your eyes are yet to fully open, and you are walking like a drunkard" she said was a smile.
I was about to take offence at her remark, however I then walked into the coffee table and so changed my mind, it would appear she was right after all. Trying to retain as much self pride as a man could in my position, I sat down and restrained myself from rubbing the saw knee.
"Of course Locky was always a stubborn child"
"Locky?" I asked, now smiling to myself.
"Oh yes, of course I have decided not to call him that any more"
"Why not?"
"For I shouldn't want to get wet that's why" she looked at me as though the whole thing was painfully obvious.
"I don't understand... why would you end up wet?"
"Well, one of Locky's friends from school started calling him Locky too, what was the child's name?... Oh yes Big Billy, that's what they called him" I instantly envisioned the playground bully "Well he yelled out 'Locky' at Sherlock one day, as they where coming home from school"
"What happened?"
"My Sherlock ran up to him at pushed him strait into the river that's what"
I grinned as I imagined the scene. So deep were we now in conversation that we didn't notice the bedroom door slowly open.
"But as I was saying, he was always a stubborn child, I told him once not to drink so much water before bed, or he would be needing the toilet, he insisted he was fine. Of course, it was my new linen that ended up wet this time!" she began to chuckle picturing the memory. I myself, tried to keep my face controlled, resisting the urge to laugh.
"Mind you Doctor, that was the only time he ever wet the bed, and even then he insisted it was only a spilt drink" we both laughed this time.
"IT WAS JUST A SPILT DRINK!" came a different voice, so suddenly that I jumped.
Holmes was standing in the doorway in his dressing gown, a look of stubborn anger on his face. I instantly stopped laughing. Mrs.Holmes on the other hand seemed completely unfazed by his entrance, and continued to chuckle until she was quite warned out.
"Sherlock my dear, you should be in bed, it's late" she now said, still smiling.
"But I..."
"No, no excuses, that's final"
"Watson gets to stay up" he mumbled, before realising what that must have sounded like and going bright red. Trying to regain himself he stood up as tall as he could before saying: "I mean... I am old enough to descide when I retire mother, I am no longer an infant and I wish you would save you patronising remarks for someone who is, you may not have realised but I already command a respect amongst some very high up people, why, I have been engaged by kings! If they were to know that I was getting sent to bed by my mother! It's an outrage!" he seemed quite proud at having stood up to his mother, however she appeared not to have been listening.
"That's right dear, now off you pop to bed, here, I'll come tuck you in" amongst his arguments she led him into his room. I heard a final angry "But mother!" before the door shut behind them. I now decided to retire myself. As I was getting into my night clothes I thought I could hear Mrs.Holmes singing a bedtime song. What I would give to see Holmes face now!
When I came down in the morning it was to find Mrs.Holmes standing by the front door with her bags. Holmes was standing next to her, but with all his acting skills he was finding it hard to keep the smile from his face.
"Ar Doctor, I was just leaving!" she said in a chirpy voice.
"Oh, so soon Mrs Holmes?" I said, but stopped as Holmes shot me a look, that told me quite clearly to keep my mouth shut.
"Yes well, although I know you will you will all miss me" following Holmes suit I nodded my head hard. "I have other people to meet and lots of places to visit while I'm here in London" she stepped outside and Holmes stepped into the road, signaling for a cab.
"So" I said while we were waiting "where will you be visiting next?" Holmes now joined us, having now fetched a hansom.
"Well I will be visiting Mycroft of course!" we both exchanged looks of humor, God only knew how Mycroft would be able to cope with it.
With that she stepped into the cab, but just as it pulled off she said out the window:
"Oh and Sherlock dear, do write to me when you really get a wife"
"Yes Mother" he replied, his fake smile changing to a look of annoyance. So the whole fascade had been for nothing? The hansom rounded the corner.
"Well I certainly see now why you did not want her coming to visit!" I said, but Holmes was mumbling to himself:
"Now where has she put my chemistry set?"
We walked indoors.
"Why don't we go and have a pot of tea Locky?"
The End
OK, and so we end, I am glad to see that people actually found my attempt at humor somewhat entertaining! Thank you again for all your comments, I have really enjoyed writing this! Although my next stories will probably be a romance and another will be a spiritual, I will write humor again, as soon as I have come up with another idea! Please review!
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