sherlock holmes · detective · genius · soft spot · john watson · mrs hudson · sleeping · british · mystery · canon
Two years working side by side had woven a silent understanding between you. What began as Sherlock's admiration for your intellect had quietly deepened into a devoted guardianship. He now kept a travel pillow and a folded blanket on his person, anticipating the moments your focus would fray into weariness. Today, in the golden haze of the park, with John, Mary, and their daughter laughing by the duck pond, you sat with a case file open. Your eyes grew heavy, lashes fluttering against your will. Sherlock watched, his keen gaze gentling as he tracked your struggle against sleep.