The bloodline chapter 2 - Sherlock fanfiction

Sherlock arrived at the Big Ben dock at 1 pm. His night had been quite well but once in a while he had woken up to check if he had gotten anymore of those texts by Mycroft, but to much disappointment he hadn't received any.  Sherlock went out from the boat and finally got his feet on steady ground. He felt a bit nauseous but he was sure he felt this way since he hadn't eaten anything for hours. He hadn't been able to eat the sandwich with horse meat, he had just thought of Mycroft and that made him tear up, so he had threw it away in the trashing can bin. Sherlock missed his brother deeply already and they had just been away from each other for about a day. Sherlock took off his backpack and brought up a map from it, which his brother had given him. He looked at it and tried to orient himself where he was. He squinted his eyes and stared at the red dot thatMycroft had marked out for him.
"I think I'm here..." he murmured to himself, pointing at the red dot and started to walk along the route to the nearest hotel that Mycroft had marked out for him. He was walking the right way at first, but then he lost the way when he bumped in an almost grey haired, taller man.
"I'm so sorry." the elder man said to Sherlock before he hastily walked away. Sherlock picked up his scent and deduced that the man was around his mid thirties, probably working as some sort of police assuming by the clothes and married since he had a ring on his finger. Sherlock let his thoughts about the man be saved into his mind palace until later, he sure was going to figure out what the name of the man was, but first, he needed to get to the hotel. Suddenly, Sherlock felt a sharp pain in his stomach of fear. He didn't know where he was. He gave his map a panicked look and saw that he wasn't at the red marked route anymore. He didn't know at all where he was. He bit his lips and his heart started to race. He felt the well known heat linger up on his spine, he was about to transform by the sudden scared feelings that flowed around in his system. This made him become even more horrified. Sherlock started to run along the streets, getting even more confused by each footstep. He ran over a big street and cars came driving in full speed which made Sherlock shriek with fear. He jumped out of the way and he scratched his knee, making it bleed. He limped to a bridge and hid himself underneath it. Tears started to stream along his cheeks, he started to sob sorrowfully and his heart throbbed violently inside his chest. He felt the overwhelming warmth along his spine again and he almost gave in to it, when he heard a woman's voice some footsteps away from him.
"You alright dear?" she asked and he opened his eyes, afraid that they were glowing with an amber color due to the dark. Werewolves eyes glows in the dark much to their disapproving. He didn't know what to answer, he just wanted Mycroft to be here with him. He gripped his ears and felt soft fur brush against his fingers. He gasped and forced them to transform back to normal, hopefully the woman hadn't seen them due to the dark.
"How are you? Do you need help?" the woman asked and closed in on Sherlock.
Sherlock bit his lips nervously and tried to calm down, he scented the woman and from her scent he found out that she wasn't dangerous nor wanted any harm.
"I- I hurt my leg..."  Sherlock whispered shyly and put his hand over his wound, flinching by the sudden pain that emerged. "But it's nothing to worry about.." he tried to assure her but the woman just stepped closer on him.
"Let me have a look..." she said softly and squatted down in front of him.
Sherlock's body tensed but he strained his fear and thought he would give it a go.
"O-okay..." he murmured and moved his hand away from the wound. The woman took up a pair of glasses from her handbag and put them on her nose, then she examined his wound with the help of a small flashlight.
"It is just a scratch, but a deep one. A patch will help to stop the bleeding. I can clean it up at my house if you would like to." the woman said softly and looked at him with a warm gaze.
"Well I don't know... I..." but he was interrupted by a warm hand enveloping his, for once, cold hand.
"It will be alright, I promise." the woman said and smiled warmly. Sherlock felt like he could trust this woman.
"Okay then..." he said and followed the older woman to her apartment.
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"So, where do you live?" the woman asked Sherlock when she was preparing a bowl with hot water and soap to clean Sherlock's wound with.
"I... Live everywhere and nowhere." Sherlock replied quietly where he was sitting, waiting somewhat anxious for the woman to be finished with her cleaning.
"Everywhere and nowhere you are saying...?" she hummed softly and dipped a cotton swab in the warm water, then carefully put it on his wound which made Sherlock tense. It stung quite badly.
"Y-yes... Well I'm not allowed to say anything about it. I shouldn't even be here, my brother says that I shouldn't talk to strangers..." Sherlock said with a shy voice and blushed slightly when he mentioned Mycroft's protective words.

Not that I can't protect myself but.... he thought and giggled inside of him.

"I see... Then... how come I found you crying underneath the bridge?" she asked and attached a patch to his wound, then she went to a red kettle and filled it with water.
"I got lost..." Sherlock whispered embarrassed. "I recently came back to England after being away for a while. I have never been in London before..." he added and stared at his feet, touching the patch curiously. He had never seen a patch before. It had small, yellow kittens on it. He smiled at the kittens, they reminded him of Mycroft's love for the feline creatures.
"Okay then, I understand. I should introduce myself by the way. My name is Martha Hudson but I prefer you calling me just 'Mrs. Hudson' thank you." she said and put three teabags in the hot kettle. "And what's your name?" she added.
"Okay, hello Mrs Hudson. My name is Sherlock." Sherlock replied and smiled shyly,  Mrs. Hudson replied with waving her hand jokingly at him. Sherlock giggled a little, not knowing how to reply. He wasn't used with this much human interaction.
"Do you want to have something to eat? You look a little thin. And yes, before I forget it. Do you have any place to stay tonight?" she asked.
"I would love to have something to eat!" Sherlock said and his now growling stomach reminded him of his hunger. "And no, I don't have any place to stay. I was supposed to stay at a hotel my brother had recommended for me, but since I got lost I can't stay there." he added with a shrug.
Mrs. Hudson nodded.
"It will be no problem for me if you stay here a night or two. I have too many rooms in this apartment anyway." she said with a bright smile and served him his tea.
"Thank you so much. I can pay you if you'd like." he said and sipped on the hot tea. It smelled of blueberries and raspberries. His stomach dropped as he thought of his elder brother. He wondered what Mycroft was doing right now...
"No, oh no little one!" Mrs Hudson said, shaking her head and sitting down on the couch on the opposite of Sherlock.
"Okay then." Sherlock said and leaned back in the soft couch, it softness made him a bit sleepy. He was used to sleep on hard rocks and moss.
"I will prepare some food for you, if you are sleepy then you should sleep. You can take the food and warm it up in my microwave when you feel like eating." Mrs. Hudson said and smiled at him. Sherlock nodded slowly and rubbed his eyes. Then he took another sip of his tea before opening his backpack and checking his phone. He had received four texts from Mycroft.

How did the travel go, dear one? Be safe. - MH

Have you found the hotel yet? Be safe. - MH

How is it going dear one? You are making me a bit worried but I presume you are fine. Be safe. - MH

Text me as soon as you have time. I'm worried. Be safe. - MH

Sherlock felt a tug in his heart. He missed Mycroft dearly.

Everything is fine. I accidentally got lost and I hurt my leg but I'm fine now. I am with a woman called Mrs. Hudson, she is really nice. I promise everything is okay with me. I'm going to sleep for a while now, quite exhausted after the travel and everything. I miss you dearly. - SH

With the message sent, Sherlock fell asleep once again with the Moon warming his soft cheek.