I realized a little ways into this fic that I was holding a hand to my mouth in sympathy. Your poor mother! I hope it wasn't half as bad for her as for Sherlock! (Now I'm going to dream of bloody tooth bits tonight.)

There are too many good lines here to quote my favorite; I can't pick one. It's nice seeing them pre-series, before Sherlock has found John and before Mycroft and Lestrade apparently find a modus vivendi.