Loki & Sherlock(Sherloki)
by Melanie Hunt
*Sherlock*
John and I walked into the airport. We had been in the rain for merely a minute, walking from the cab to the building, and we were already soaked through. The cold seeped into me with ease. Of course, that sort of thing never did bother me. It seemed to under the circumstances though. John has a meeting with Mycroft. I begged him not to go, which I hardly ever do. That wretched brother of mine has never been any good from the start. John was determined though, so here we are. He had a smug look on his face as I stood silently brooding next to him.
"John, let's turn around. Did I really do something so terribly wrong that you feel the need to betray me so?"
"Sherlock," he sighed. "I have told you, business is business. I am not betraying you." He put quotation marks around the word betraying. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he thought I was being childish about all of this.
"I can't possibly think of any business you could have with him." He gave me a nonchalant look, as if this were just some petty fit of rage. "But so be it," I muttered. "If it's so important that you go, then I will be just fine without you."
John stared silently at me for a moment before smiling. "I knew you would come around."
Later that day, coming home from solving yet another murder, I saw the strangest sight. A small black kitten sat outside the front door. It was wearing a green cape and a silly little horned helmet that was painted gold. Picking up the now realized male kitten I went inside. As Mrs. Hudson came out of her room I stuffed him into my coat and went into my section of the house.
When I removed him from my coat I noticed something attached to the cape. It was a scrap of paper. The paper read:
Help the cause, join Loki's army. Call (320)918-2459 to learn more.
Since when did someone give you a kitten so that you would join an army? What kind of army would this be anyways? I pulled out my phone and dialed the number.
*Loki*
"Mmmh. It's to damn early for me to be awake right now." My voice muffled into the pillows. Sitting up, I grabbed my phone to answer it. "Unknown called my ass," I grumbled as I looked at the screen.
"And who the bloody hell is this calling me at four in the morning?"
"I should be asking you the same," the voice over the phone sounded wide awake and unfamiliar. "Why did I find an oddly dressed kitten outside of my house with your phone number attached?"
"Oh!" I shot up. "Isn't he adorable? His name is Nyx. It means 'god of night'. Fitting, don't you think? Oh! But does this mean that you're calling to join my army? Wow, my first soldier. Is it because I gave you little Nyx? Surely he's the reason."
"Ah, ex-"
"I find it a bit surprising that you're actually willing to help take over the world. I never thought that I would find anyone to help. Training won't be easy, so you know. And of course you'll need to start immediately. The faster we get you trained the faster was can take over!"
"Will you shut up? I never said I was joining your stupid army. Who is this anyhow?"
"Why, Sherlock, I thought you knew everything." I grinned to myself. Playing games was only too fun for me.
"How do you know me? did Mycroft put you up to this?"
"I thought you would know that too. Hmm, maybe you aren't as smart as they say. And I should say not. He's a bit too busy with your 'Dear John', don't you think? Ehehehehe. Hello?" The line went dead.
"Damn. I guess I don't have my first soldier after all. Although I suppose it's his loss, really," I muttered. "Screw him. I'm going back to bed."
*Sherlock*
"Nyx, you silly little thing. Who brought you here?" He meowed up at me and I scratched behind his ear.
I set down a bowl of milk for him and turned on my computer. Time to find out who this 'army' guy is. I typed his number into the online GPS. The drive to find him would take somewhere around ninety to one hundred and fifteen minutes, depending on traffic. I had almost been out the door when I remembered little Nyx. There was no one here to watch him. Mrs. Hudson would have a fit if she knew that I had brought a cat in. But John wasn't here to keep an eye on him either, although I don't think he would much agree with me keeping him if he were here. If he were here he surely wouldn't have let me bring Nyx inside to begin with. My only option was to bring Nyx along. I grabbed one of John's extra blankets from the closet and spread it across the passenger side seat of the car. Before I took Nyx out to the car I took off the costume I had found him in, although I do admit that he looked cute in it.
By the time we pulled up to where my special GPS said his phone was, Nyx was dead asleep. I scooped him out of the seat and cradled him to my chest. As I walked up the pathway I wondered just who this person might be, and how they got to know me so well without my knowledge.
Almost immediately after I rang the doorbell a man in a rather plain suit came to answer the door. Wait-staff. He has a wait-staff.
"May I help you?" He gave me a curious look up and down.
"Well, that all depends. I don't suppose you would happen to be the owner of the phone number (320)918-2459, would you?"
"No sir. That would be my boss, Loki Laufeyson. And you are? Did he know that you were coming? It does seem a bit, early, to have visitors."
"Sherlock Holmes." I gave a curt nod. "Don't bother calling to him. I would rather find him myself if that's quite alright with you. Can you tell me which room might be his?" I asked as I let myself into the home.
"It's the third door on the left when you go upstairs," he mumbled, looking at me in disbelief.
"Come on now chap, don't be so shocked. Did he not tell you that we have a meeting?" I grinned as I made my way up the stairs.