So, this is sadly this story coming to its end. I hope you have all enjoyed it - please review. All recognisable content still belongs to its respective owners.

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Not being very badly hurt, just with a fractured tibia and a small concussion, they let Henrietta go home three days later. She had still not remembered Mary, though she somehow recognised her, when she had come with the children to visit, but she picked Emily out even faster than she did me, nearly as quickly as she did with Sherlock. The same thing with her mother, not doubting or hesitating for a moment.

Lestrade, who had lately started to date Elizabeth Kemnel after her amiable and mutual ending with Sherlock some months ago, and who Hen for far longer had developed a habit to drop in on at the Yard to help with engineering related cases, usually late at night bringing take-away for both of them, she recognised as well, a bit tryingly and insecurely at first, as with me. Much the same was the case with Mrs Hudson and Dave, her bodyguard and my very old army friend. But no matter how hard she tried, and how hard we all tried to help - all but Sherlock, that is, and possibly Mycroft himself, who seemed to have gone quite cold - Henrietta did not remember Mycroft Holmes. Not even a little.

We all drop by for dinner that night, Dave and Sherlock already being there as we arrive, apparently neither willing to leave her side at all, trying to recreate the many dinners we have held in much the same fashion in our little Holmes-Watson-Lestrade clan, nearly all of them here, finding her very tense and sad, repeatedly looking over at Mycroft who is very polite, too much so, and is not quite meeting her eyes.

Suddenly, and annoying his brother who protests that dinner is about to be served, Sherlock pulls us all - Henrietta physically so - into the well-appointed music room of the Holmes townhouse. "Sherlock" she protests weakly, not truly with any disapproval - after all the two of them have always gotten along brilliantly and that has only increased with time - and I can see Mycroft flinching, like any occasion when she remembers yet another thing, or repeats yet another name, clearly remembered, like Sherlock's, or indeed that of Emily, and still cannot not remember his face.

It has come back to her, by then, that she is married, that Sherlock has a brother whom she loves very dearly, she has said as much to us, but in no way does she recognise Mycroft as that beloved husband, her My, nor does she recall any details on the subject. And that clearly hurts him, as much as her not remembering being married at all did.

It honestly worries all of us, but no one says so out loud as Sherlock forces his brother to sit down by the grand piano, taking up his violin, which he must have brought along in advance. He hands his elder brother some notes that actually makes the older brother go pale and refuse, but Sherlock does not - as ever - budge.

Slowly, they start to play the duett, obviously written for a piano and a violin together, focusing on the piano with brief intense violin strokes, and I finally recognise the piece as the one the brothers composed together some months earlier for Henrietta's brithday.

As they play, Mycroft changes, as he relaxes into the music and his love for his wife, laying the Iceman aside and letting us all see a glimpse of the loving husband and brother that, no doubt, is the man Henrietta sees all the time.

Quite suddenly, we hear a sob coming from Henrietta. I think we all turn, involuntarily, all except Sherlock, who keeps playing even though his brother abruptly stops. Henrietta looks away from Mycroft's face, where her eyes seemingly have been fixed for some time, and smiles towards Sherlock through an array of tears, whispering "thank you, Sherlock". She is met with a stop also by the violin and a triumphant "I knew it would work!"

"What would, exactly?" Mycroft does not look away from his wife, though the words are clearly aimed at his brother. "She remembered those she loved, when she saw us" Sherlock smiles at his much-loved, married-in little sister "but she never saw her you, just..." "just the Iceman" Henrietta fills in, still looking at her husband "and how could I recognise him? I didn't love the mask, I love you".

"Precisely" Sherlock agrees, and it is a credit to how much he cares for Hen that he stops bragging and simply leads the way into the dining room, joined by the rest of us, leaving Henrietta and Mycroft alone for a moment. Soon they join us, now holding hands. And when Hen lifts Emily up with a true smile this time, we all feel that things are right again, nevermind if she ever regains all her memories or not. She can recall everything that matters.

For once, as we sit in the elegant drawing room after dinner, Henrietta leaning her head on Mycroft's shoulder, looking as if she will never let him go, even the Holmes brothers seem to find nothing to fight about. Instead, Mycroft holds his wife silently, eyes lovingly straying to watch her face, time and time again. And all is right in the Holmes-Watson-Lestrade clan once more. Luckily.