AN: First of all: Thank you to Waffle for the review. I'm glad you liked the first chapter, so here is the second one. I hope you like this as much as the first one.

I was so immersed in writing something else, that I almost forgot posting it . But I managed 2 1/2 pages in the past 2 days, so that one is going along nicely; which gives me hope to being able to share this with you asap :)

Credit for inspiration still goes to Littlebirdlikestosing even though she won't read this anymore.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit. I wish I did. But I don't.


Chapter 2:

I sometimes wish you were a mermaid
I could raise you in the tub at home
We could take a swim together
On weekly day trips to the bay

„Okay, Sherlock. What is it?" John was sitting in his chair, looking at Sherlock who was lying on the sofa in his blue dressing gown, sulking. He had his back towards John, but he knew something was terribly wrong even without needing to see the detective's face.

The answer he got was only a muffled murmur and so, John tried again.

„Sherlock, what is wrong now?"

At this, Sherlock turned around to face John and looked slightly sad. But that was just John's opinion, of course, Sherlock never looked sad, he doesn't do emotions.

„I'm bored and you won't participate in my newest experiment I'd finished yesterday."

He turned around again and John would've thought he was pouting and behaved like a five-year-old. Again, Sherlock would have disagreed, just for the record.

„How would you know?" Sherlock turned around again, facing John while sitting up.

„Because you never do or if you do, against your own will, you are always mad at me after that, even if I fix everything." Sherlock turned around again, not sulking, thank you very much.

Somehow John couldn't stand seeing Sherlock like this. So he sighed audibly and Sherlock flinched before he recognized that John was grabbing his hand, pulling him off the sofa.

„So, Sherlock, tell me what this is about."
"You really want to know?" Enthusiasm and happiness were two things John could make out of Sherlock's voice. It made John smile before he simply nodded.

„There is a serum I've made and I need to test it on someone with muscles who is preferably male and you are the only one I can think of."

John smiled to himself, but of course, he would deny that.

„Okay, why not."

As he saw Sherlock jump up and down as if he was a little child on Christmas morning, or Sherlock Holmes being called to search for a serial killer, you get to chose, he didn't know how much he would regret this answer later on.

So Sherlock injected something and John laid down. It wasn't long before he fell asleep on the sofa.

As he woke up again, John looked down on himself, realizing he had a big tail fin, covered in scales, his chest was covered by a bikini top made of two shells, just like the one „Arielle" always wore.. He tried to breathe, but found he couldn't do it for long, so he got on his stomach to somehow get to the bathtub – army style. No, he still hadn't forgotten how that worked.

As he somehow had managed to manoeuvre himself into the bathtub, he filled it with water and felt better immediately.

„Sherlock! Get in here right now!"

He heard steps coming towards him, stopping shortly, but then picking up again and seconds later, Sherlock stood in the door frame, looking bewildered.

„Sherlock, what the hell have you done to me? I look like Arielle the mermaid, except for the long red hair!"
„I didn't think it would work, John. I never believed you would actually turn into a mer- man, or whatever."

„Are you telling me that this-" John gestured himself up and down „is something you didn't know about? Now how about that? The great Sherlock Holmes had no idea that was going to happen."

John made the sarcasm drip from every circle of the letters in these sentences.

„Are you going to turn me back to normal or am I supposed to stay in your bathtub for the rest of my life?"

„Working on it!" was all he heard from the kitchen probably, John wasn't sure.

What he didn't hear was Sherlock flopping down on the couch, once again getting in touch with his mind palace, finding himself in his memorable thinking position.

After some time which felt like an eternity to him but was in reality only half an hour, John got bored.

"Now I know how Sherlock feels" he grumbled.

"John, did you say anything?"

"Yes, I was wondering when I'll be normal again!"

Sherlock was still lying on the sofa with his fingers steepled beneath his chin, but not in his mind palace anymore. "Soon, now please be quiet, I need to think."

John let out a huff but otherwise remained quiet.

Sherlock shot up into a sitting position and grabbed his phone from the table. He dialled and after some seconds Sherlock heard an all too familiar voice on the other side of the line.

"Brother dear. To what accident do I owe this pleasure?"

"How's the diet? Don't answer that, it doesn't matter nor do I care. I need a car with a whirlpool now."Sherlock growled the last word and he could practically hear and see Mycroft smile before him.

"What have you done this time, Sherlock?"
"Nothing", he lied and hoped it was convincing.

"Fine, I'll send you a car."
Sherlock hung up and went into the kitchen, trying to get an antidote for John. He did look ridiculous.

As he heard a knock on the door, Sherlock heard John groan before panic seemed to set in.

"Sherlock, no! Whoever the hell it is, you're not going to let them upstairs! I'm going to kill you!"

Sherlock knew right then and there that he shouldn't push his luck. John was serious about his threat and he was already pissed about having been turned into a male mermaid.

So he went downstairs, yelled some to John incoherent words at Mycroft's men and as he came upstairs again, the door to the bathroom shot open.

"Sherlock, what the-" He stopped shouting as he saw his flatmate standing in the door frame holding a blanket in his arms.

John narrowed his eyes. "Sherlock. . ?"

"I thought you might be bored, so I got you one of Mycroft's cars with a whirlpool to take you to the beach. Yes, I know it's going to be a long ride, but that's why I ordered a car with a whirlpool, John."
John's eyes had widened with every word he'd said as had the smile that now was spread across his face.

"You asked your brother a favour because you thought I'd be bored?"

Sherlock let his head hang and nodded once, short and only slightly.

"Sherlock?" At the soft tone of John's voice Sherlock's head shot up again and he held his gaze.

"Come here." Sherlock did as told and as he reached the bathtub, he felt two strong arms wind around his waist, the warmth of John's upper body seeping through his clothes as he dropped the blanket to embrace John.

"Thank you, Sherlock." He pulled back and smiled seeing Sherlock beam at him.

Sherlock picked the blanket up and wrapped it around John before lifting him up.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John giggled.

"People would ask questions seeing you with a tail fin and a shell-bra, don't you think?"

John's giggles subsided but only slightly as Sherlock carried him downstairs. As he walked past a questioningly looking Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock simply shot her a quick glance, saying they were leaving for a while and went out the door, kicking it shut behind him. He carried John to the car and sat him down in the whirlpool in the back before he slid into the back seat.

John sank into the warm water and felt his muscles relax immediately. He let out a content sigh that didn't go unnoticed by Sherlock who found himself smiling at the sound.

They drove for quite a while, both lost in their own thoughts.

Sherlock had the now slightly wet blanket folded in his lap. He looked down at it, pulled at one corner and inhaled the scent John had left on it. He closed his eyes and let the wonderful smell that was uniquely John, regardless of him being a merman, fill his senses.

Even though John had been wrapped in it for what had been barely minutes, the scent was so strong it wasn't only that it felt as if he was right next to him, but Sherlock also felt his mind go numb.

For him, the ride was over way too soon. As the car came to a halt, Sherlock buried his nose in the blanket and inhaled one last time before he got out.

John felt the car stop and the engine go off what snapped him back to reality.

Sherlock carried John into the water before he said "I'm gonna go".

"Why?"

"I thought you wanted to go back to normal. I've got to get home to work on the antidote."

Sherlock could have sworn he'd seen a sad look flash across his flatmate's slash blogger's slash merman's face before he turned around.

"The car will pick you up again in a couple of hours."

Sherlock got back into the car and with one last glance at a disappearing John, Sherlock closed the door as the car drove off. He leaned back in his seat and as his hands fell beside his lanky body, he could feel the fabric of the blanket he had wrapped around John before carrying him downstairs to the car.

Sherlock looked down at it, his hand slowly gliding across the fluffy dark blue fabric before grabbing it to hold it beneath his nose.

It smelled like John, it smelled like home. It shocked him but he felt warm inside his body, sniffing the big blue piece of fluffy fabric. It felt like John had been left at the sea a lifetime ago although it had most likely been only half an hour. Sherlock felt a shiver run down his spine and he unfolded the blanket, wrapping himself in it up to the nose because the smell of John was just so good.

Wrapped in a feeling of pure John, Sherlock let his head fall back against the seat and soon after closing his eyes, he felt his mind shut off.

"Sir? Sir? We have reached your destination." Sherlock groaned and untangled himself before he neatly folded the blanket again. He carefully picked it up and left the car, running up the stairs to their flat. The fact that John's smell had made his mind shut of for some time got his brain now working even harder. It was distracting him from getting the antidote ready before John came home. So he put everything in the large room labeled "John" in his mind palace and closed the door to get to work.

He found it done after 1 hour, 56 minutes and exactly 46.9 seconds and even though this experiment got him a blanket smelling like John, he wanted – no, needed – his blogger back the way he was. Carrying him to their crime scenes was just not going to happen.

Sherlock let out a huff. John was most likely enjoying himself, swimming with the fish and breathing under water. Dull.

But after the work had been done, Sherlock felt something missing again. Secretly, Sherlock hoped John would come home soon to make him watch crap telly after he'd returned him to completely human John Hamish Watson. So he had to stop himself from jumping up and down, celebrating "Christmas" as he heard the front door open. He stayed seated at the kitchen table, looking uninterested.

One of Mycroft's men, Sherlock had always called him Larry, was coming into the flat with a sleeping John in his arms.

He got up and took John in his own arms. "I'll take it from here".

'Larry' nodded courtly and went downstairs. Only a few seconds later, he heard a car speed off.

Sherlock felt John stir and so he quickly carried his blogger to his bedroom, laid him onto the bed and spread his favourite blanket over John.

He had missed him, but for now, it was enough that he was back home again. And that his bed would smell like John, because Sherlock really liked how he smelled.

Silently, he walked out of the room and flopped down on the sofa. He would wait until John woke up again which would most likely be in exactly 5.3 minutes, considering the fact that he had fallen asleep during the ride.

Sherlock waited before he heard John yelp and ran back to get him into the bathtub.

Sherlock let the water run as he went into the kitchen to get the antidote. "Drink this. Don't ask, just do it!"

John did as he was told and it barely took a minute for him to get his original form back.

"That... was quick." John chuckled and somehow Sherlock couldn't help but laugh along.

"Thank you, Sherlock. I really appreciate what you have done for me today." He stood up, careful not to slip as he stepped out of the tub, pulling his completely mad maniac of a flatmate into a hug.

At first, Sherlock's arms hung limp at his side, not really knowing what to do. But as he felt the warmth of John's body seep through his clothes to warm his own body, he reciprocated. They stood like this for a while before John pulled back to look at Sherlock and smiled. Sherlock smirked before John let go, said goodnight and went upstairs. Sherlock murmured goodnight shortly before John had reached the door frame. He didn't turn around, so Sherlock wasn't able to see him grin. Sherlock stood in the empty living room. He picked the blue blanket off the floor and went to his bedroom, inhaling John's scent. As he flopped down onto his bed, he wrapped himself in the blanket with one edge pulled up to his nose. He felt a slight drowsiness and soon after, his mind shut up and he fell asleep.


AN: I hope you have surfaced from the fluff. This was by far the most difficult to write, which is why I've written this last. I hope I did a decent job.

I think this could actually be Sherlock courting John :D

Have a wonderful week, see you next monday :)

Love, xxx

SoDamnSherlocked