TAGS: Fluff, Parentlock, Vampire Sherlock,Werewolf John, Vampire Mycroft
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John's POV
The first day of the full moon is tomorrow night, he can already feel the Call in his blood, the urge to run through the city and out into the surrounding countryside. Sadly, since being shot, he had not once had a chance to run. Instead he had stayed in his little bedrest and just moped. His wolf prancing around and crying at the window as he watches the moon make its rotation in the sky.
However three days after the last full moon he had met a most interesting creature: the vampire that he now lives with. He is not sure how the vampire is going to react to him changing, they had not discussed the fact he is a werewolf though he is sure that the vampire knows.
"John, tea," the young vampire just about demands from his spot sprawled on the sofa.
Chuckling, he stands, limbs shaky but still more stable than they had been prior to meeting Sherlock. "Any particular type?" he asks as he wanders in the other room to set some water to boiling.
"Not that stuff you have been drinking for the last two days. That was nasty!" the vampire replies lazily from his spot without moving. "Do your senses change with the moon cycle?"
He nods and answers, "Yeah, I like different flavors depending on the moon phase and how my senses are. At the new moon my senses are most like when I was human and at the full my senses are more like a canines."
"Remarkable." The vampire states clearly as he sits up straight before asking hesitantly. "Can we do experiments while you are in wolf form? I want to see how much of your intelligence and such is retained, test your reflexes, maybe test your senses?"
At first he is surprised by the hesitation in his friend's voice until he remembers what the wolf in Afghanistan had said about werewolves and vampires not being on friendly terms with each other in most parts of the world. His flatmate was a born vampire or maybe a better word would be katane since he could easily walk in sunlight unlike many vampires of the born or changed variety. He would have been raised to be wary of werewolves.
"Depends on the test, there is no hurting my wolf form because I will feel it when I switch back." he replies as he brings the tea out to the living room, handing Sherlock his before settling into his chair once more.
"What do you normally do during the full moon?" the vampire inquires curiously.
Sighing, he sips at his tea for a bit before answering, "Sit at home and pout, I haven't been able to run since I was shot and it takes much of the joy out of the full moon. It hurts too much to run."
"Oh," the dark-haired man mutters staring at him. Jumping to his feet, the taller man grabs his laptop before sitting back down and opening it up. a few minutes later his flatmate asks, "how long have you been a werewolf?"
Cocking his head to the side, he thinks about it remembering the night he got bit roughly three weeks after he got to Afghanistan, "Seven years," he replies, "I was bit shortly after getting to Afghanistan, spent the first few moons completely unaware, the only thing I knew is I kept waking up in the sand in front of my tent without anything on."
Nodding, the taller man quickly types, before asking, "What made you aware?"
"I met another wolf who taught me how to control it," he answers rather shortly.
"Control it?" the vampire repeats looking at him speculatively, "Does that mean you can become a wolf outside of the full moon?"
Groaning, he rubs a hand over his face, "Well, yeah, though it is easier around the full moon and harder at the new moon."
Setting the computer aside and rushing over to him, the tall man tugs him out of his seat and stares at him expectantly. It takes him a minute to understand and shakes his head.
"No Sherlock, I am not changing tonight just so you can watch, I need to save all my energy for the next three days because they are going to be exhaustive and you don't cook so foods going to be a bit bland." He answers the unspoken request with a serious expression. "Ask me in ten days and I'll show you."
Nodding enthusiastically, the vampire returns to the laptop and quickly typing up information.
"I'm going to bed, tomorrow is my last work day for four days and I want to be awake for it." he announces, as he heads to the stairs to his room, he pauses and sighs, "If you come up to my room in five minutes I will let you read my journal that I keep on the shifting."
His flatmate is on his feet and beside him instantly.
"Five minutes," he repeats, "If you come up any sooner I will not get it out for you."
Nodding the boffin stands perfectly still and stares at the clock on the wall.
Chuckling, he heads upstairs and changes into sleeping clothes before he goes digging through his trunk, taking it out of the hidden compartment in the back side of it. Since it is not in a normal spot for a hidden compartment, most never seem to notice and sense he had not smelled Sherlock on it, though he had on some of his clothes, he knows his friend had not yet found it.
Exactly five minutes after he entered his room, the vampire is standing on the landing in front of his door looking at him hopefully as he just about prances in place. He reminds him of a puppy sometimes.
"Here," he offers the journal, "Do not damage it."
He watches in amusement as his friend takes it with the same type of care he treats some of his experiments before running back downstairs with it held tightly to his chest.
Chuckling, he goes and uses the bathroom before going to bed. Sleep comes easily to him that night and come morning he is up early, feeling fully rested. His day at the office goes smoothly, with him carefully turning down two different offers of coffee from different nurses before heading home.
When he walks in the door he is surprised to see his flatmate in the surprisingly clean kitchen and is even more surprised to see that the younger man is cooking. According to his nose it is going to be beef roast with vegetables, butter scones, and thick brown gravy.
"You're cooking?" he questions feeling a bit dumb at first.
"Cooking is just like chemistry John, I can cook, I just do not see any reason to normally. My transport requires blood every five days which my brother so usefully provides. Food is optional, though if I eat, it normally allows me to go without blood in a pinch for a long period of time." The vampire states as he continues to stir the gravy.
"Oh," he mutters but smiles. Not thinking about it, he gives the taller man a quick hug before going upstairs to change into a pair of loose pants that he knows will fall off as he changes rather than rip like some of his clothes used to.
A few minutes later he returns downstairs, feeling self conscious of the fact all of his scars are on display right now.
Turning to say something to him, the vampire stops and merely stares instead, which just makes the fact he is self conscious worse.
Flushing, he considers retreating to his room until the change overcomes him.
"Don't go," the vampire whispers, his voice full of some unnamed emotion that seems to strike a cord deep within him. "You're beautiful John. I hadn't expected that," the second part is would have been impossible for him to hear without his wolf's sense.
"Alright," he replies cautiously as he sits down at the recently cleaned table. "Did you have Mrs. Hudson help you?"
Nodding, the boffin checks on the food in the oven before stating, "I did, told her it was for an experiment but I got the impression she didn't believe me. I also told her that I was going to be doing some rather unpleasant experiments over the next three days and suggested she go to her sisters for the duration. She did so."
He smiles at that, understanding it was his flatmates way of looking out for him.
A few minutes later the tall man serves both of them food, before sitting down in the seat beside him and eating slowly, picking at it more than anything, though he has smothered his scones in gravy and that seems to be the part he is eating the most. After finishing his first plate he gets a second, feeling the pull of the moon, and knowing he would not have much time before the change. Just as he gets done with the second plate, the first ripples run down his spine and he quickly moves to stand in the open space in front of the fire place.
One minute he is John Watson, invalided army doctor with a problematic shoulder. The next he is simply Jawn, the gray, light tan, and golden blonde wolf with a limp and shoulder that does not always rotate. He doesn't have a pack, but that has never bothered him since he prefers to spend time alone.
What surprises him is the fact he does not feel the urge to run like he normally does and as he silently pads over to the window to look up at the sky, the longing to be under it does not strike the way it normally would. Curious about this, he pads around the room for a bit, happy he remembered to leave his bedroom door open so he can go lay on his bed when he gets sleepy.
"John?" a low voice questions hesitantly, catching his attention.
Turning, he spots the vampire standing between the rooms, looking like he is considering bolting to his bedroom on one hand and like he wants to stay on the other.
Padding over to him slowly, he sniffs the taller man's leg before head butting him. The vampire smells like he is pack, how is that possible? More than that he smells like his mate.
It takes a few before that processes.
Oh!
Well he will just have to think about that when he is human again. for now, its time to pay attention to the younger man, show him all the affection he cannot get away with showing him when he is human and hope that Sherlock doesn't realize he is as aware now as when he is in human form.
After several minutes of hesitation the tall vampire asks, "Can I touch your fur?"
He nods padding over to the sofa and hopping up on it before patting the spot next to him with his paw to get the vampire to come sit down.
Slowly, the younger man does just that though he seems nervous. As soon as he sitting, he drapes himself across his friends lap and lays his head down on his front paws. A low growling sound closer to a purr escapes his throat as his vampire slowly runs one long-fingered hand down his body. Several minutes pass before Sherlock gains confidence to touch his fur a bit firmer.
The first night passes in a flash it seems with the two of them not moving from their spot on the sofa. Eventually they drift off to sleep, his vampire's hand slowing as his body rests, with his eyes drifting shut shortly after. Just before sunrise, his eyes flicker open and he hops down quietly, padding up to his room where he changes back into a man and tiredly pulls a pair of pants and sleeping bottoms on before trotting downstairs to cover the taller man with a blanket and debating about food.
He feels more energized right now than he has in months though he cannot figure out why. Every single shift since he was shot had been filled with pain and tiredness. Could it have something to do with Sherlock?
The morning goes rather calmly, about an hour after he got up the boffin had woke up, his skin turning a lovely shade of carmine.
"I fell asleep?" the vampire sounds confused as he says it, as if the idea is foreign. "It wasn't a blood day."
"Maybe you found Jawn comfortable?" he suggests as he sets to making them tea.
"Jawn?" the boffin repeats, "You use a variation of your name for your wolf form?"
He nods as he brings the tea into the living room, "As John I am a responsible individual, a doctor and soldier. As Jawn all I have to do is not attack livestock and relax, stay out of other pack territories."
Several silent minutes pass before the taller man nods once, "That is logical."
After their breakfast, he grabs his shifting pants, as he calls them and heads upstairs. Since he is feeling rather awake, he spends a little bit of time exercising, amazed at how much better he feels right now compared to normal.
That night he is shocked to find his flatmate cooking again, this time making a small turkey breast and all of the sides. With a smile, he offers to help and the two of them work in companionable silence. Dinner goes peacefully before he showers and preps for his change. Like the night before he does so in the living room in front of the fireplace, before padding around and sniffing everything like he should have the night before.
Sherlock watches him with an amused smile on his lips, his mind filing away facts according to the expression on his face as he marks the territory as his by rubbing his body against various points in the flat before hopping up on the sofa and waiting for the vampire to join him once more. Like the previous night, he enjoys the steady petting before the two of them drift off to sleep.
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