FIC! Horribly self-indulgent, written-so-I-wouldn't-go-crazy fic, but FIC.

Fic: Downstairs, in Baker Street
Fandoms: ...Ahahahaha, where to start! But I’ll admit to Sherlock, James Bond movieverse, and RED.
Rating: PG
Words: 5254
Warnings: None; assumes knowledge of both series.
Beta: My beloved alas_a_llama.
Notes: I got to write part of this sitting in a café on Baker Street. Because I am a very lucky girl. This makes reference to a total of twenty canons: I will write a ficlet for anyone who gets all twenty! Hints: all but three of the characters are British, although not all their canons are, and all but one are from either TV shows or movies. Second hint: I am a commentfiend. Comments make me the happiest of Bethans.
Summary: Mrs Hudson knows perfectly well that Sherlock isn’t dead, but keeping him that way is going to require a little help from her old friends... Luckily, she isn’t short of influential connections.

( 'Camilla? It’s Martha Hudson. I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but I’m afraid your girls are going to have to cause a school trip…' )