Knitted Vengeance

[darnedchild]

Summary: “Is this really necessary?” If Mycroft Holmes would ever admit to whinging, it would have sounded exactly like this.

Rating: G

A/N - One word prompt request – “Knitting or Knit” for Holmes Brothers, from @bkst-tutu1b.

Knitted Vengeance

“Is this really necessary?” If Mycroft Holmes would ever admit to whinging, it would have sounded exactly like this.

He held up his arms, most of a skein of 12-ply wool yarn wrapped around his hands. The tail stretched toward Mrs Hudson, who was seated in Sherlock’s chair with a contented look upon her face and a pair of large knitting needles in her hands.

“Hmm,” Sherlock hummed. He looked up from his laptop to smirk at his brother. “It was your exceptionally poor judgement that ultimately lead to Baker Street getting blown up and Mrs Hudson losing so many of her things.”

“The ground floor was hardly touched,” Mycroft insisted.

Mrs Hudson yanked on the yarn, nearly pulling him off balance. “Smoke and water damage, as you are well aware,” she reminded him. “All of my lovely handknit things, ruined.”

Mycroft huffed. “I will gladly pay to replace-“

She narrowed her eyes. “Hand. Knit.”

Sherlock leaned back and continued to gloat. “Mrs Hudson takes great pride in her needlecrafts.”

“Don’t look so pleased, young man. I’m planning to work on a cardigan for Molly after this blanket is finished and that means it will be your turn.”

Sherlock paled.