Hey! Here is my second Sherlock fan fic! I'm going to thank my beta, AlexisJames92 (check out her stuff! They're awesome!), for helping me out with my details. I'll admit that I'm terrible with details.
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Prologue: Cat
The two legged have a saying: A cat has nine lives. They just don't know how true that reigns; My kin and I do, though. We are born, we live, we die, and we repeat until we have lived nine lives. Some of the two legged, or humans, believe in reincarnation, and they're close, but the reincarnation is meant for cats only. We are the guardians of the world. Whether for good or evil depends on the cat themselves but we are meant to guide and protect the humans during each of our lives. How do we know this to be true? We cats remember each and every single one of our lives.
During my first life, I helped guide a little girl home to her family every time she got lost in the woods on the way to her grandmother's house. I remember being very lively back then and took everything for granted. Because of that, I ended up getting the poor girl and her grandmother eaten by wolves. After that, I took my role as guardian very seriously. I learned to properly protect and adjust quickly to new places. I've made many friends along the way too but only one ever kept crossing paths with me in every life. The two legged gave him a different name every life, just as they did the same with me. We each had only one cat name that stayed the same throughout all of our lives. Because we are cats, we originally did not have names. However, mostly in my earlier lives, there have been a few two legged that understood us cats. It was because of these few two leggeds that my kin have started to have names for each other. His name was Ahote, meaning Restless One, just as mine is Leotie, meaning Flower of the Prairie.
We never meet up in the best situations either. Being chased by dogs, being hunted by the two legged, hostages by other cats, etc. Sometimes I'd be the one in danger but most of the time it is Ahote getting himself into trouble. Again. He's such a mischievous tom cat, but I couldn't love him more. Yes, love. It's the only reason we could find that could explain why we keep crossing paths. Unfortunately, in my latest life, I haven't seen the tom cat around anywhere. In fact, I haven't even really been outside all that much during this particular life. In this life, I'm a Siberian cat who's been living with a woman named Stacy.
Speaking of which, Stacy had a day off of work today and spent most of her time baking all sorts of treats for her coworkers in our tiny apartment kitchen. She went out close to lunchtime, probably having lunch with some friends, and soon came back to bake some more. It was dusk when she finally deemed to have made enough. Stacy, a woman in her mid twenties with light brown hair and dark brown eyes, sat on her couch with a bowl of popcorn in her hands as I jumped up onto her lap to rest and watch TV with her. Stacy leaned forward, careful not to knock me off, and grabbed the TV and xBox remotes from the coffee table while placing her popcorn to the side temporarily. She turned on the TV and switched on the xBox, navigating her way to Netflix as per usual. While she waited for it to load up, Stacy began petting me softly.
"What do you feel like watching tonight, Snow-drift?" Stacy asked, looking down at me. Yes, she named me Snow-drift in this particular life. The only response Stacy could hear was purring and a small meow from me. However, I actually did respond to her question.
'Whatever you want that is interesting. Please none of those talking animal shows,' I requested. 'Those just get annoying after awhile.' I remember when she had her niece around for a month and would only watch shows and movies that had talking animals in it. It was fun for a while but then they just got annoying the more they watched. Netflix finally loaded and Stacy signed in. She and I browsed through many shows and movies until she found one. 'Sherlock'. I remember Stacy complaining at one point about how it was the only thing her coworkers would talk about most of the time and how many of her coworkers think Sherlock and John should just get together.
"How about some Sherlock Holmes?" Stacy asked her cat. Now, some may think that Stacy is insane for talking to her cat but, as any good cat owner knows, it is normal to talk to your cat. It happened a lot in a few of my past lives. I look over to the screen and read the show's description.
'Sounds interesting enough,' I tell her. Of course, Stacy only heard a long, light-hearted meow from me.
"Yeah, it definitely looks good. Let's watch a few episodes. See if we like it," Stacy said, pressing the button to play the first episode. There was laughter, shock, and gasps coming from the woman. Eventually, when John had left his cane behind, Stacy squealed with excitement, hurting my sensitive ears. I jump off of Stacy's lap and onto the coffee table to get away from the high pitch sound of the female two legged.
'Calm yourself, two legged,' I scolded. 'I too am excited but do I screech? No, I don't, thank you very much.'
"Sorry, girl," Stacy said, petting me some more before continuing to watch the show. One show soon became two, then four, then I lost count. I couldn't hold back the hiss when Sherlock jumped from the building while Stacy just cried her eyes out on the couch behind me. Then I let out a huff of laughter when John started fighting Sherlock for not telling him that he was alive. Serves him right. When that episode was over, I looked over at the two legged to find the young woman asleep, lightly snoring. I jumped to the couch and over to the two remotes to turn off the xBox and TV. I may be a cat, but I wasn't as much of a Luddite as the majority of my kin.
Suddenly something circular popped in front of the TV. The papers closest to the TV on the coffee table rustled, moving closer to the TV very slowly. Just before the papers could fall, I hopped over again and placed my paw on the sheets, preventing them falling and making a mess for Stacy to pick up later. I pulled the papers back away from the edge before jumping down and walking over to the circle, curious as to what it could possibly be. It was a rainbow mix in color and had a fairly strong pull to it once you got closer. As I got closer, the wind pulled more forcefully. Many smells were coming from it, odd ones that I've never smelt before along with the more familiar ones mixed with it. It's probably not wise to enter it but something is telling me that I need to go through, that I had a mission on the other side. So I did. As I fell through, I felt my body growing and morphing, crushing bones and fixing them rapidly in different forms. I yowled in pain but became more fearful when my yowl wasn't cat-like anymore. In fact, it sounded more human like in my ears, like when Stacy would scream when watching a horror movie. I then saw light ahead and my gold-green eyes squinted at the brightness. Pavement suddenly appeared before me as it came rushing to meet me. Once I crashed with the pavement, I just laid there out of breath, still sore from my bones being crushed and rebuilt. Once I regained my breath I used my front limbs to lift myself up a little.
Then froze.
I stared at where my paws were supposed to be and found human arms instead. The more I looked myself over and found that I had indeed turned into a two legged, the more I freaked out mentally. From what I could see I wore sneakers, jeans, a black tank top, a white zip up sweater, and all the appropriate undergarments all female two leggeds need.
"Wha…?" My voice came out hoarse do to my previous screaming. I took a deep breath, calming myself enough to survey my surroundings and found that I was in an alley. I noticed a broken mirror ahead of me, just near the entrance of the alley. I rose to my, now, two feet and began to wobble over to the broken mirror. I felt off balance and shaky, mostly because I'm on two legs and I have no tail, but I managed to make it to the mirror and kneel in front of it. I saw a female two legged, early to mid twenties maybe with tanned skin, golden-green eyes, and short white hair that was just barely longer than a pixie cut with black highlight-spots staring back at me. I, as I studied my new appearance, didn't notice a male walking by.
"Hey," the male two legged greeted from a crouched position to me. "Are you okay, miss?" I gasped and quickly backed away, not prepared to interact with two leggeds the way I currently am. "Woah! Calm down, miss. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm Investigator Greg Lestrade. What's your name?" I knew that name but I couldn't believe that was actually him. "Do you know where you are?" I shook my head 'no', still in shock. "Why don't I take you to the yard?" He asks reaching out to me to take my hand. I flinched away, still not believing the circumstances I am in, and made a noise in my throat that sounded almost like a growl, can't control habits. I never did like unfamiliar two leggeds touching me. I was missing my usual vocals already. Greg backed up then to give me some space. "Okay… no touching then. How about following me to the yard then? It's not too far from here." I thought for a moment then nodded in agreement. I need to find out how that portal appeared and why I felt like I needed to be here. Greg got up and waited for me at the end of the alley. I rose to my feet again and wobbled. Greg looked like he was about to rush to help me but my growl stopped him. This is going to be a long walk.