A/N: Hello again! How are we all enjoying the re-hiatus?

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Anita awoke to the feeling of a cool washcloth being laid on her forehead, the rest of her body suddenly feeling achy and overheated by comparison. It took an almost Herculaneum effort to raise her heavy eyelids, but finally having opened her eyes she decided she must still be dreaming because a man looking a whole lot like her neighbour was standing next to her bed. Gently picking up her wrist to apparently measure her pulse, Dream-Sherlock murmured to her in a hushed tone "You're running a fever, best to go back to sleep for now."

As her eyes were already closing, Anita thought this sounded like a good idea.

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Glad to be rid of the niggling sense of concern that had distracted him from his work all night, Sherlock pulled the door to Anita's room half shut behind him. He had intended to quickly check up on her first thing that morning, and then head back to his own flat to catch up on some of his experiments, but after seeing her Sherlock felt an unexplainable need to stay close by.

Pondering this dilemma, Sherlock immediately thought of a solution – he would simply set himself up in Anita's flat for the day, as she had done when he had been "sick". If he was going to be a good nurse, he might also need to find some form of sustenance for his patient - as he could barely manage toast, and John's specialty was take-out, the only other option was Mrs Hudson. Knowing she was a soft touch, Sherlock left Anita's flat and in a moment was standing in front of Mrs Hudson's. Knowing she wouldn't take kindly to him finding his own way through the door, Sherlock somewhat impatiently rapped on her door, mentally picking the lock as he waited. Mrs Hudson must have been up early as it was less than 30 seconds before the door swung open, the smell of baking wafting out behind her.

"Sherlock dear, what a lovely surprise! You're just in time for a hot cuppa and some fresh baked biscuits. Come on through to the kitchen." Opening the door wide, she gestured for Sherlock to come inside. He followed her into the kitchen, but remained standing as she pottered about.

"Mrs Hudson the mere smell of your cooking is enough to make a lesser man weep, however I don't have time just at the minute I'm afraid."

Mrs Hudson instantly turned back to face him, a suspicious look on her face. "Now that's doing it a bit too brown Sherlock. What has you coming to see me this time of the morning? And it better not be any nonsense for one of your cases – I'm warning you now I'm in no mood."

Looking suitably abashed, Sherlock cleared his throat "Nothing like that Mrs Hudson – it's actually a favour for Anita Farrow, one of your other tenants. She's a touch under the weather, and I was hoping you might have some of your delicious soup laying around that I could drop over to her?"

"Oh dear, I hope she's alright. Such a nice girl, and such lovely manners. I hope you haven't been any trouble to her Sherlock." She scolded. Without giving him time to reply she continued "I do happen to have some soup in the freezer, just in case of a rainy day." Pushing things aside in her freezer, she pulled from the depths a large container. She wrapped it in a plastic bag and handed it over to Sherlock. "Now tell Anita to defrost it in the sink first, then into a saucepan on the stove and bring it to boil before simmer for about 10 minutes." Not trusting of Sherlock's skills as a messenger, Mrs Hudson also scrawled out the instructions on a scrap of paper. Tucking the note safely into the bag, she began to shepherd him towards the door. "Let her know I will pop in this afternoon for a visit, and I will bring her some more soup. Now off you go Sherlock, and it would be a very neighbourly thing to do if you heated that up for Anita if she is feeling unwell." With those parting words Mrs Hudson effectively shut the door in Sherlock's face without waiting for any kind of response. Reluctantly amused, he quietly slipped back into Anita's flat to leave the frozen container in her sink to defrost while he went upstairs to gather some supplies of his own.