She said, that ain't the way to have fun, son

Feb 18, 2011 00:13

Who: Mummy Holmes & All those at 221B / or wish to witness this.
When: Feb. 18th.  Like she thinks her youngest has plans on a Friday night.

There are moments in people's lives that they will always remember with a slight dampening of the palms and a chill down one's spine.  It's the type of moment when, upon reflection, when a person can only be grateful the moment has passed.

This is not one of those moments.  No, in fact, this is what most would wish is one of those moments.

Upon Sherlock's abrupt ending of the last phone call with Mycroft, just as he had done when his elder brother was at Cambridge, Sherlock's refused to have anything to do with him.  Again, like that time when Mycroft was living away from Sherlock for the first time in the latter's life, Sherlock has gone completely off the rails.

Between Lestrade's injury, the treatment of John, the recent slip up with narcotics, it was time for Mycroft to pull out the one trump card in the universe that could potentially put things back on the right path.

Some might say it's cowardly to call one's mother.  On the other hand, those people have never met Mummy Holmes.

If any of those people are currently at 221B Baker Street, they will soon find out why calling Mummy Holmes is not an act of cowardice on Mycroft's part, but an act of kindness.  The stately woman is standing outside ringing the bell.  In her hands is a paper bag from the local shop.  It is filled with vegetables.  Mummy Holmes, on the other hand, is filled with righteous indignation.  It would be difficult to predict which one Sherlock might fear more.

mummy, sherlock, john

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