This will probably be a bit strange, I am not entirely sure about this idea, though I have many for what way this could go. Hope you like it.
I don't own Sherlock, only the idea I have warped around the show.
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Everything changed the night she found him. Molly had already been considering getting a companion, it was like a perfect stroke of luck, a true example of serendipity. Or maybe it was more akin to destiny for she could have easily walked away, could have left him to continue his existence without her in it.
(O.O)
The sun was setting and darkness was quickly overtaking the sky as she made her way home from work. The view was breathtaking, a beautiful mix of purples and fading reds. It would distract her if she wasn't used to walking to her flat after getting off the tube at night. So when she heard a crashing noise down the alleyway she was coming up on, she quickly reached inside her bag and took hold of her pepper spray.
If someone dared attack her they would be sorry she mentally vowed to herself trying to calm her nervously beating heart. She took deliberately slow steps as she got increasingly closer to the alley when she suddenly heard the sounds of some type of fight. Realizing quickly that it wasn't a fight amongst humans, she relaxed greatly her shoulders drooping from the fear that had gripped her a moment earlier.
Then the sound of the hiss, and one of the two creatures scurrying off followed by a yowl of pain from the one that remained in the alley, had her stopping to investigate. She really couldn't stand to see anything in pain. She had chosen not to be an actual doctor whose job it was to save lives in a big part due to her inability to take seeing the hurt the patients would be in or their loved ones grief should she fail to save them.
Now, however, it wasn't a human she looked upon, but a cat. Not just any cat, no, this cat seemed unexplainably special. It attempted to leave the alley and seemed to wince in pain and subsequently hold up its hurt paw then try to continue on its path.
It only appeared to notice her after she had moved closer and made a small sympathetic noise.
"Aww, you poor thing. What happened?" She talked to this mysterious creature. It was truly magnificent. With its black fur that held speckles of brown and ginger here and there. Yet, what she found truly dazzling was its eyes, a mix of blue and green that was even more mesmerizing than the unearthly mythical quality to most cats eyes. It left her gaping in stunned silence.
He lifted his head to look at the curly brown haired woman with the sweet and comforting chocolate brown eyes. He watched her eyes widen as soon as she looked him in the eyes. He seemed wary of her proximity to him and simply just her presence.
She got over her shock and naturally wanted to help the poor creature, the scratch went down its arm to its paw and looked rather in bad shape. Knowing she shouldn't attempt to touch the injured animal, at least be careful to ensure not to get scratched for her effort of helping, she tentatively reached forward only to have him flinch back.
"It's okay, I just want to help. Your injured and that looks quite bad. I think it needs to be treated, I can do that if you would let me." She reassured him as if he could understand her, hoping that her soothing tone would be enough to gain his trust. Instead, he still looked apprehensive.
Crouching down she once again reached out to touch the cat in a test to see if he would let her or attack. She paused in the gesture as his lips pulled back in a kind of snarl, though no noise came with it as if he was unsure of what to do in this situation. He watched her hand cautiously and when he saw that she stopped, he slowly moved his head closer to it and sniffed, uncertain.
Her offer to help seemed genuine and he was badly injured on his arm. He probably would need it to get treated and he could tell she had a medical background, he would have to take his chances with her. Besides, she smelled quite lovely and was obviously caring enough since she stopped to check and help a stray cat she saw.
She was pleasantly surprised by his acceptance when he nudged at her hand with his face after having smelled her. She rubbed behind his ear and he nearly purred at the sensation.
Glad that he had decided to let her help she carefully moved her arms around him and picked him up making sure not to further hurt his arm or paw.
(O.O)
She carried him the rest of the way to her flat then had to carefully juggle between holding him and getting her keys from her bag and actually inserting them into the door.
Once that feat was accomplished, she gingerly set him down inside in order to deposit her belongings in her flat and retrieve her medical kit.
She came back with the kit in hand and saw the cat hadn't moved from where she'd left him previously, but the look he had in his eyes, it was intelligent and almost appeared as if he was taking in his surroundings and cataloging everything.
That wasn't exactly normal for a cat to do, was it? She thought to herself, but then dismissed it by saying to herself that it was probably due to him being a stray, he must've had to be aware of his surroundings at all times to avoid things like the altercation he'd had today.
His head instantly snapped up to look at her. Not just look from that gaze, it was like he was seeing her, everything about her. It was rather unnerving to see such a look of comprehension and awareness in the cat, and with it a great deal of intelligence that felt like it was naturally exuded from him.
She almost felt nervous in front of the cat. How odd.
She ignored those weird feelings and came to sit in front of the injured creature. Once again making sure to be slow and gentle in her movements so as to not alarm him or make him attack, she took his hurt arm in her hand and began to clean it while apologizing for the possible stinging.
It looked like he understood her, accepted her apology and did not try to flee or scratch her as she took his arm and began treating it. As she did this she couldn't help but talk to the stray.
"You know, this may take a while to properly heal. I hope it won't get infected. It would be better if I could keep checking on it." She gave a small laugh to herself. "But, well, you're a stray so you probably won't exactly be willing to stay here, huh?" She asked him with humor shinning in her eyes as she looked straight his beautiful blue ones.
He slightly titled his head and took on this new look to his face, almost as if he was seeing a different side to her that he was surprised to find as his eyes scanned her.
To her the little tilt in his head was rather cute and the perception behind those eyes a bit disconcerting no matter how special or amazing it made him. She didn't know of his mental war she had unknowingly caused.
This woman not only wanted to help him by treating his wound, but wished for him to stay here, for her to what? Take care of him, own him. He refused to be owned by anyone despite her kindness. However, until this injury healed he would be at a disadvantage and may get further harmed either by other cats seeing and exploiting the weakness, or from his inability to function as per his usual. He was deeply considering this offer, he had thus far refused to be housed and become anyone's house cat. It would be dull and boring, and full of affection and love that he would be expected to return to whomever he stayed with.
The only person he semi allowed himself to do this with was that kind elderly woman at 221 Baker Street, Martha Hudson. She left food and water for strays to have outside her flat, but that is not how he met her nor was their relationship the same as hers with other strays in the neighborhood. That, however, was a story for another time and not the topic to be focusing on at the moment.
His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the woman before him when she once again talked to him.
"I had actually thought about getting a cat. Maybe a rescue, I can't potty train a kitten, don't have enough time no matter how adorable the little ball of fluff would be." She had that certain smile of joy on her face that was quite pretty and rather dazzling to him. He cleared that thought from his mind.
"So, maybe…I mean if you want to, you are free to stay here. I think it would be for the best actually, but I will leave that choice up to you. Not that you understand that I am giving you one anyway." She said to herself as she finished up bandaging his arm.
He gave a small nod to her that made her gasp in surprise at him, it was like he understood her and was agreeing to stay. That couldn't be right though, how could the cat know what she was talking about?
She blinked rapidly for a few seconds before nodding back at him and saying, "Alright then." Then she gave a small snort of a laugh. "It's almost as if you can actually understand me, but that's not possible, is it?" She directed her question at him and he seemed to smile mischievously at her which only served to excite and unnerve her all in one.
He had clearly just indicated he did in fact know what she had said and that came as quite a shock to her. She had never read anything that claimed animals could ever understand humans so well. Sure they learned certain words, like a dog learned the word treat or walk and would get super excited hearing either, but for this cat to understand all her words so clearly was amazing yet unnatural. Even more so that he was responding in his own way to her words. They were communicating and that thrilled her, yet made her wonder about this strange cat. Especially concerning his clear intellect and ability to understand and respond to her words.
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Okay, so this is a weird story that cropped up in my head when I read a story where Sherlock was compared to a cat because he laid his head in Molly's lap and had her tangle her hands through his hair in a way of relaxing. So, if you liked it please let me know. I am a bit unsure of where exactly this story will go, but I already have many ideas. As for why he is able to understand her, that will be revealed later, though you can probably already guess it.
Anyway, please tell me what you thought. Thanks.