A/n something weird.
Should I continue it?
R and R.
John had just finished his shift at the surgery and was coming home when he realized that Sherlock hadn't texted or called him today. That never bode well so it came as a shock when he saw that the flat was not destroyed. With a sigh of relief he moved to go into the kitchen when he noticed that Sherlock was sitting in the armchair.
He hadn't noticed him before simply because the man was so quiet. John's eyes narrowed. Something was going on here. Sherlock was never this quiet and it was a bit scary to see him like this. Something was wrong.
"Sherlock?" he asked wincing at how uncertain he sounded.
It was only due to the fact that his life had become on strange event after another that he remained conscious when the world's one and only Consulting Detective opened his mouth and what came out was, "Merow,"
John swallowed. Counted to five. Gave himself a pinch to be sure this wasn't a weird dream and then said "Sherlock what did you just say?"
Sherlock looked at him and rolled his eyes. In Sherlock-speak that read as 'It's obvious John. Just think if that isn't too much for you that is? John didn't know if he should be concerned that he could berate himself in his head in a Sherlock-like voice or not so he said, "You're pretending to be a cat?"
"Merow," Sherlock spoke again.
With that John went into the kitchen to make tea. He reached up for two mugs before he remembered Sherlock was pretending to be a cat. With that he put back one mug and went in the refrigerator and got the milk. Once he saw there was enough he reached up and got one of the food only bowls and washed it twice better safe than sorry. Then he poured some milk in and placed it in the microwave, after checking it was sanitary of course. After it was heated a bit he added a touch of honey. The kettle had boiled by then and he prepared his tea. Then he laughed softly to himself he wondered what Sherlock's reaction would be.
When he got back to the sitting room he placed the bowl on the table and sat on the couch. He sipped at his tea and looked over at Sherlock.
Sherlock for his part was rather amused. He never thought that John would play along so he did the only thing he could. He stood up and walked over to the table. He sat on the floor by John's feet and licked at the milk.
John giggled.
Sherlock looked at him and had to smile. Then with a shrug he went back to his bowl of milk.
After he finished what he wanted, he got onto the couch and waited for John to make the next move.
John placed a hand on Sherlock's inky curls.
Sherlock was a bit startled but after a second he just laid his head in John's lap to make the petting easier. Then he proceeded to make a sound that was close to a purr. This of course startled his companion.
When dinnertime rolled around Sherlock was still acting like a cat so John did the only thing he could. He made fish for dinner.
The next day everything was normal, well the weird normal that John had come to think of as normal not that it was what normal was for normal people. John really never understood what had brought on Sher-cat but he didn't mind. This kind of thing was just part of living with Sherlock Holmes.
