A/N: Woo, so many updates! Maybe you'll hold off on the veggies? This one is short though…maybe just baby carrots, that'd be fine :)

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I was shaking with emotion as I stormed into my room. That man! I closed my door with a snap, and turned to my darkened room, pacing up and down. How could he turn and attack me like that. I, who had only ever tried to help him!

I glared downwards, as if my gaze could pierce the floorboards to the sitting room below, where Holmes was undoubtedly filling the room with a miasma of smoke. I was still pacing when I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"Doctor?" It was Mrs. Hudson. We had wakened her. I cursed under my breath, and opened the door.

"Mrs. Hudson." I said softly, my face flushing in embarrassment. "I'm so terribly sorry we woke you!"

She tutted at me, and walked in, bearing a tray of tea things. She was dressed in her dressing gown, with her hair braided for bed.

Without a word, she set the tray on my bedside table, and began preparing a cup, which she then handed to me. She then proceeded to pick up the tray again, and head out, leaving me nonplussed, and alone in my room.

I followed her quietly halfway down the stairs, still clutching the teacup and saucer, and saw her bear the tray into the sitting room. She left a moment later, and went back to the ground floor, presumably to go to bed.

I sighed, and sank down onto the step. My hands were still shaking slightly, and I mindlessly took a sip of the steaming tea, feeling its calming effects.

I remembered with shame my part of the row, how I had lost my temper, and said words that I knew would cut deep. I felt no anger towards Holmes now.

The soft crick of the sitting room door brought my head up to see Sherlock Holmes himself framed within the doorway, a teacup in his hands as well, and looking rather bemused.

He exchanged a wary look at me, mixed with shame. I am sure we mirrored each other rather well. A silence dragged out. I took another sip, and broke it.

"Our landlady seems to think the sure cure for any ill is a cup of tea." I murmured. His face softened in relief, and he quirked a smile at me.

"Indeed." He said, and took a sip himself. I scooted over on the step, and after some hesitation, he took a seat next to me.

We drank for a moment in silence.

Homes then cleared his throat. "It seems we have some talking to do."

I stared into my cup for a moment. "Holmes, I am sor—"

"No, Watson!" Holmes cut me off with a violent wave of his hand. He then checked himself, rubbing his brow. "It is I who must ask you for your forgiveness. It was inexcusable what I said."

"You have it." I laid a tentative hand against his shoulder. "I should not have lost my temper."

"It was understandable…"

"Now, Holmes―"

"It's true. I was horrific to you." Holmes was still staring into his teacup, his elbows on his knees.

"Be that as it may, I am by no means blameless." I stood, and held out a hand to him. "Come. We're crouching here on the cold steps like a couple of truants, when we could be sitting by a warm fire." He took my hand, and I pulled him to his feet.