Type: OneShot

Inspiration: My mother which I am very pissed at right now, I hope none of your mothers are like this

Warnings: your insulted... . Alot

You rushed around 221b, everything had to be perfect for the evening ahead. She would be arriving soon, too soon.

Sherlock sat with his legs crossed as he watched you hussle, "Y/N I don't understand why your making such a fuss, it's only your mother."

"ONLY MY MOTHER? Sherlock she thinks your a fraud! she'll forbid you from ever seeing me again!" You fiddled with the table cloth, making sure it was absolutely straight. "She doesn't believe anything about you is true! Let alone does she approve of me not being a lawyer and running around with you and Scottland Yard!" You exclaimed, worry coursing all throughout you. Sherlock rolled his eyes, standing. "I'm sure your over reacting." You opened your mouth to respond but were interrupted by a knock at the door. "She's here!" You practically jumped out of your high heels. You smoothed your (favorite color) dress before walking over to the door. You took a deep breath, it was all going to work out.

Right?

The table was set perfectly, you'd been scrubbing for the past week. You ridded the house of human body parts much to Sherlock's protests.

Perfect.

Hopefully.

Another knock at the door tore you from your thoughts, you turned towards Sherlock. "Please try to make a good impression." 

He looked at you for a moment. "Is it that important?" You nodded and he gave a dramatic sigh, "I make no promises." 

  You bit your lip before opening the door, revealing your own and only mother. "Mom." You faked an extra large smile, "Took you long enough to open the door." She commented, moving past you. "I see you still don't know anything about interior design." You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "This must be your.... fiancé?" She questioned, eyeing Sherlock. You could practically the venom dripping from her voice, she made her way over to the detective. Sherlock flashed his charming smile. "Sherlock Holmes, the world's first and only consulting detective."

"(Your Name) told me all about your little adventures. No one can be that clever." She rolled her eyes.

"I can assure you Mrs. (Last Name), I am." Sherlock looked down at her, for she only came up to the lower part of his chest.

"Dinner?" You offered as the oven beeped. Your mother turned and walked towards you, followed by Sherlock. "I hope this isn't like that Christmas dinner you tried to cook." She looked over at Sherlock, "She almost gave the family food poisoning."

"Well, I guess you could say I've learned.' You fought to keep the smile plastered upon your face. 'Just breathe' you thought silently, pulling the food out of the oven and placing it on the table. "Where were you last Christmas? The Carlsons brought their son, he's a doctor." Your mother winked and your eyes widened. "Mother your sitting at a table with my fiancé. I was with him and some friends." Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the mention of the doctor (hehe the doctor), he looked over at you. "I wouldn't call a 'consulting detective' a stable career. Then again you never had good judgement when it came to men." Your eyes widened slightly, "I think I made the right choice this time." It took everything you had to stay calm. You took a seat next to Sherlock, who was watching your mother with great interest. He remained silent. "(Your Name), you could use a doctor as a husband as it seems, you were a lot smaller in the waist the last time I saw you." She remarked, putting some food on her plate. You gripped your fork tighter, you could feel Sherlock's gaze burning into you. You took a deep breathe, you were going to stay calm.

You swallowed the comebacks and harsh words, you were not going to insult your own mother. Even though she had no problem insulting you. "I've taken up a new running path, hopefully that'll help." You gave a smile so sweet it should of given someone a cavity.

Your mother snorted disapprovingly. Angry tears threatened, you bit your lip so tightly you threatened to draw blood. That's when Sherlock put his fork down.

"Mrs. (Last Name), you called me a fake, correct?"

Your mother gave a brief nod. "Yes I did."

"How's this for a fake?" Sherlock questioned. "Your a seamstress correct? Your fingers are littered with scars from where you've prodded yourself with the needle, not quite a stable career now is it? You and your husband are obviously struggling due to the fact that your wedding ring is regularly removed. Most women have an indention in the finger from their rings but you do not. (Your Name) hasn't taken her ring off since I placed it on her finger. Your hair is obviously been dyed for the gray strands are poking out, I suggest you find yourself a new hairdresser because yours is obviously not doing well. You own a cat yes? There's some fur on your ankles and claw marks on your bag." Your mother looked baffled, she looked wide eyed but Sherlock wasn't finished. "I also know you have a daughter who loves you, she did everything humanly possible and more to assure you had the perfect evening and all you have done is criticize everything from the design of our home to me. That isn't very polite now is it?" Sherlock glared, your mother was speechless for a moment.

Sadly it was only for a moment.

"(Your Name) could of easily told you all of that." She said dismissively. She directed her dragon eyes towards you, "How could you fall for this little act (Your Name), I thought I raised you better." She shook her head.

That's when you felt something snap.

"Raised me? RAISED ME? All my life all you've done is tell me what I was doing wrong! You constantly point out the flaws and never, ever tell me what I do right. Sherlock is my fiancé and I love him, if you have a problem with it well, you can suck it." You inwardly gaped at what you had just said, but there was no point in regretting it. You unleashed an anger you had kept pent up for as long as you can remember, "I think it's time for you to leave mother." You stood, your appetite fading,

She looked at you suprised, before standing. She grabbed her bag and stormed towards the door, "Oh and mother? Don't expect me at the next Christmas dinner, I'll be right here." and with that, she closed the door, leaving 221b.

You watched for a moment before feeling an overwhelming guilt crash over you, Sherlock stood. You let out a groan and walked towards the lounge and crashed face first on the couch and groaned, You kicked your heels off towards who knows where. "I'm an awful person."

You felt the couch sink as someone sat next to you, "I don't see what you did wrong."

"I said those things to my MOTHER out of all people!"

"So?"

"SO? She's my MOTHER!" Your voice was muffled by the couch.

"She deserved it." Sherlock shrugged, "She continued to state false facts about you."

You turned and looked at him slightly. "I really did almost give the family food poisoning."

"Well, hopefully we'll have John over next Christmas incase anything goes wrong." He countered, he patted the spot next to him and you sat up only to lay your head down on his chest.  "The weight gain which isn't as obvious as she made it, it's only a few pounds which is good. You were skin and bone when I made my.... return. I quite like the design of the flat. I also agree with your choice in men, don't you?" He smirked slightly, you looked up at him and nodded, a small smile upon your lips. "That's my girl." He said softly.

"And your my idiot." You snuggled into him, no TV, no music. Just you listening to his heartbeat as you felt sleep overcome you.

a/n

Heyo! So I'm sorry for two things

1. If Sherlock was out of character for the last bit but GODDAMNIT IT WAS ADORABLE

2. If the mother was too much but this has basically been my mom the past few days so

I felt that gif described the story

Just a reminder that my cover contest ends tomorrow at 2;00pm eastern time and 11am pacific

For those of you with queen of crime questions, go pester drayizzle (love ya)

But seriously we've both been busy and we haven't worked out dates so we'll let you know as soon as we know.

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