Crazy In Love (A Johnlock AU)

Chapter 3

Dedicated to: alic160
"John dearie, how was your first day?" Mrs. Hudson set a steaming pot of tea and two cups down on her wooden table.

"It was splendid," I carefully poured the hot tea into the two cups, "Donovan gave me a tour of St. Bart's and then I unpacked my room. There was one interesting part though..."

"You meet Sherlock didn't you," she guessed.

I was shocked she had gotten it correct. Was everyone here some form of detective? That would be bloody awful.

Mrs. Hudson must have seen the surprise on my face. She hastily added, "Its nothing to be shocked about I already knew you were going to be his doctor. Also, we all get that look when it comes to him."

"What look?"
"Oh, you know your jaw drops like you either want to punch him or be amazed," she said.

I nodded in understanding.

"You should meet Molly tomorrow," Mrs. Hudson sipped her tea, "you will be working with her full time."

"Yes, Sherlock mentioned her." I thought back the conversation. I could not get the man out of my head, he had amazed me. In a few seconds he had leaned almost everything he needed to know about me. That is except the most important parts.

"Well, she a wonderful woman really. Always checks in on me, not that I need it. Poor girl though," Mrs. Hudson mused and drank her tea.

"Poor girl? Why poor girl?" I set my cup down.

Was there anything normal here? It is an asylum so, normal isn't part of the paycheck.

"Oh, nothing important. Molly had a huge crush on Sherlock when they first met. Now, after she realized he was gay, she wants to be his friend. Only Sherlock doesn't have friends."

I chocked on my tea at Mrs. Hudson's statement. A warmth flooded my cheeks as I processed the information, Sherlock way gay.

I coughed. "No friends?"

"Well, that's what he says. I think there are at least a few of us here who disagree with that statement," her face had a sad look in it like she was remembering something so sad happiness was not even a hope.

"What's the matter?" I asked. I reached out a took her hand in mine.

Despite how frail she looked there was a strength to her grip as she squeezed my fingers.

"Oh, it's nothing John."

"Bullocks. It's not nothing, you are a second away from tears," I looked at her eyes pleading with Mrs. Hudson.

"I know your job is not this but, please Doctor Watson show Sherlock he has people who care for him. Show," her hand slipped out of mine as she wiped her eyes, "Show him that people care."

"I will."

My phone buzzed in my pocket. The text read: Come to room 221 if convenient. If inconvenient come anyways-SH

I cursed under my breath. How had that man gotten my number? And he said he didn't have a phone. I stood up quickly.

"Mrs. Hudson, I have to go. It was wonderful meeting you," I hurriedly said and drained the last of me tea.