'The Little Nuisance'
Chapter 1: The Idiocy of A Genius
"Sherlock," John sighed in frustration.
"What do you want now?" he sounded frustrated as well, but not as much as John right now, not even close, considering something was everywhere and John was not cleaning that up.
"I don't even care to know what that is," he gestured to the kitchen, "But clean it up!" Sherlock shoved his hands in his pockets and stood from the couch.
"Oh yes, that," he said casually, "I'll do it when I feel like it," he shrugged and plopped back down on the couch, his fingers steepled under his chin.
"Sherlock, not later, now!" John wasn't exactly yelling, but he wasn't being quiet, either. Sherlock shooed him away with a wave of his hand and he went deep into his mind palace to think about this instead of the mess he made all over the sodding kitchen. John just gave up and decided not to get angry, but to go for a walk.
He told Sherlock as much, even though he probably didn't even hear him (though he did, he always hears John) and threw his coat over his shoulders and soon he was plunged into the cold of the afternoon in London.
He breathed in the air and it was refreshing. He walked his usual way, to the garden he likes. It helps him to smell the flowers.
John reached the bench that was in the middle of the flowers and where you could only be seen from the sidewalk that lead to it. He sat and there were roses, tulips, daisies and any other kind of flower you could possibly find. There was even a patch of tiger lilies somewhere near the little pond they had.
John put his elbows to his knees and his face in his hands and started to just think about all the things that made him love Sherlock, because right now, he wasn't seeing any, and that wasn't good.
He went over it all, the curls, those cheekbones, his snarky attitude (sometimes it was funny to listen to), the rush he gave him, the cases that came there way and crashed at their feet, God, everything. somehow, he loved even the things he hated. He didn't want them gone again.
Those two years made John realize just how much Sherlock meant to him, and when he came back, Mary could see that as well. She even said she liked him, was that why she left John? Who knows, all he knows is that she was gone and Sherlock was there for the six months it took to fucking get over it.
He shouldn't have gotten over it so quickly, but Sherlock was there and his mind easily forgot her when they ran through the streets of London with the wind whipping through your hair and a criminal right in front of you.
Jesus, Sherlock changed so much that John had barely noticed until that one night. Just remembering it was amazing. Sherlock had dominated everything yet John didn't care, besides, when (if) it happens again, John was totally topping. And yes, it's what you're thinking, and no they didn't use a condom. John fussed about it, until Sherlock cut him off with his own screams, but… it was fun, nonetheless.
That was when John stood and literally ran into Sherlock, "Holy shit!" and Sherlock was holding him from the fall that would have damaged little, but this was his little soldier, no one hurts him, except Sherlock. "Sherlock?" he wasn't wearing his scarf, a shame, could have pulled it- no, stoop it! That's not what this is about.
But Sherlock could see that thing in John's eyes, that flash of lust that was gone as John controlled it. Sherlock smirked and his lips landed on John's. they hadn't kissed since that night, and this was so different.
Somehow, it wasn't like that night at all. It was more… loving than lustful. They also didn't care that there was a girl beside them, and was pretending to observe the flowers, because that was what she had originally come here for, but these two men, she recognized them.
She knew, it was Watson and Holmes, kissing? Well, yeah, everyone knows that there was totally something going on between those two. The stares told anyone that. but John didn't care who was watching, right now there were extremely soft lips on his and he didn't plan to change it.
The woman left as a kitten replaced her. She was wandering in the flowers and mewed at the men now standing above her. John looked down, confused and Sherlock looked down, then turned his nose up in disgust.
She rubbed her grey ear on John's jeans and he smiled. She was so small that when he picked her up she was barely bigger than his hands. She was grey with white and black spots, and only one ear was shrouded with orange. John wondered how she had survived this long, being so small.
Her tail was a swirl of all the colors that made her coat, and she was so adorable. She was rubbing her head on John's soft jumper and Sherlock stepped away, crossing his arms over his chest, "I prefer dogs," he said, scowling at the kitten in John's hands.
"Aw, Sherlock, can we take her back to the flat?" he smooshed her face against his to beg, and Sherlock rolled his eyes when she licked his cheek and he giggled.
"You want that thing running around the flat?" he turned around and pouted, "I don't like cats, they get into everything," as John inched closer.
When Sherlock turned his coat collar up to walk away, John slipped the kitten in it and she tickled the back of his neck as she purred, "Ah!" he dug her out and almost threw her at John, "Fine! Just keep her away from my experiments!" and he stormed off as John followed, holding her in his hands, and trying not to squish her.
They walked their way back, seeing as a cab probably wouldn't take them with their new pet. "You're just jealous," John prodded.
"No, I really don't want her around," he said and avoided looking at John as he kept storming up the stairs and threw his coat on the couch.
"You're an idiot," John insulted and Sherlock curled up in his chair in a pout. He didn't say a thing as John joked, "she won't replace you," he sat on the couch beside Sherlock's coat and let her climb all over his shoulders and purr in his ear as she sat. "See, she's a good kitten," and he kissed her nose as she mewed ( I call it mew, because she's so small it would sound like, 'mew' instead of , 'meow') again.
"I'm not jealous and I don't care, but if she ruins one experiment, I'm throwing her out," John rolled his eyes.
He looked to the kitten, "He'll get used to you," he nodded and grinned as she licked his nose and he could hear her loud purring in his ear.
I love love love the idea of Sherlock being annoyed by a kitten! so, reviews? Please? :)