Animals...
Chapter 1~Always knew you were a cat person
"Sherlock?" John called walking up the steps to the flat. "Sher..." John trailed off as he saw his curly haired flatmate pacing the floor..on all fours. "'Lock..?" John finished wondering just what the hell was going on. "Ah John finally!" Sherlock stood and...John bursted in to a fit of laughter. "What...you...cat?" John breathed out holding his stomach. "I'm pretty sure you ment 'Whats going on? Why do you look like a cat?' correct?" Sherlock pouted, making John laugh harder at how cute the consulting detective looked. John stopped laughing long enough to nod, but said nothing for he didnt trust his vocie. He believed if he said anything he would start laughing and not be able to stop. "Well I was testing something and well...this was the result." He lifted his hands-No, paws! to his white/pink ears sticking up at the top of his messy ink colored curls. John stared wide eyed at the cat-lock. He sat down and smirked. "Is...is that a tail?" he asked. "Yes. My hands have been turned into paws, I have cat ears, and a tail. Anymore questions?" Sherlock hissed. "No. None. I just...cant believe this." John got up and walked over to Sherlock. John softly poked his left ear and giggled as it twicthed. "Yes very funny." Sherlock snapped throwing himself on the sofa. "No no. It's just...I've alway thought of you as a cat." John shruged with a stupid grin on his face. "I've alway thought of you as a cuddly teddy bear. Doesnt mean I'd like you with small brown ears atop your head...Well..." Sherlock smirked. "Oh no dont even-Wait. You think of me as a teddy bear? A cuddly teddy at that?" John smiled and turned away, trying to hide the blush that threated to creep on his face. "Yes. Your jumpers, your giggle, your laugh and your eyes dont make it better." Sherlock laid on the sofa. "My...eyes?" John paused, choosing which one he'd pick out. "Yes. Your eyes are like giant blue buttons." Sherlock said, aggervated. "Wow..." John smiled. "Hey John. You know that movie line 'If I go down I'm taking you with me'?" Sherlock says to John with a sparkle in his eye. 'Oh dear god...' "Yes. It's in lots of movies. Why?" John asked in worry. "No reason." Sherlock eyes flashed as he smirked. "Night John." He strechs on the floor and trots out of the living room. 'He's a cat' John giggles to himself.
A/N-...I dont know. I was high on baked mac&cheese ~.~ plz RR&A ^^