Hello all, this story is kind of a sequel to my other story, Cap Lock. In which John is just a hat. The idea for this story came from my friend. Anyway...
I do not own Sherlock. Nor will I ever own Sherlock...
Sherlock was a hat. Not one of your normal run of the mill baseball caps but a hunting hat. One that had two bills one on the front, one on the back, and ear flaps. He wasn't even a solid color, he was black and white houndstooth. John was also a hat but unlike Sherlock he was nothing special. Just a plain blue baseball cap. Despite their differences they were near each other the department store in which they lived. It was an accident a young girl named Molly. She said that the Houndstooth hat looked sad and that he needed a companion. Her grandmother, known to everyone as Mrs. Hudson found the baseball cap and nodded handing it to the young girl. Molly made sure that they both sat just so. So, that they'd be able to have long lengthy discussions. She named them John and Sherlock after some character's that she had read in a book.
One day Sherlock was bought leaving John all alone. If hat's could cry, John would have been sobbing, because even though Sherlock was rude and a know-it-all. John become fond of the hunting cap. The next day John was bought. He was taken to a nice home the person didn't have many other hats but seemed to take good of the ones he did have. Then John noticed a familiar pattern. He felt the man take him off his head and set him down near the hat with the familiar pattern.
"Sherlock?"
"John?"
The two hats were reunited and lived happily ever after.
THE END.
Thanks for reading. I have some Supernatural stories as well if you'd like to read those. Oh, yeah Review and Favorite. Thanks lots!