Interesting Things, Curses

Hello, John Watson

John had to leave now, and I was sad to see him go, but this gave me the chance to experiment with something I've been working on lately. John's mum and he himself said that they would try to get me into school tomorrow, but I doubt they'll manage it. So, if I can do this one thing, it might help. Hell, I might not even have to go to school if it works.

The door shut as Mrs. Watson closed it behind the blond boy and she smiled warmly at me. My ears twitched as well as the end of my sleek and shiny tail as she smiled wider. "May I?" she asked, motioning to my ears, and I gave a small smile.

"Of course," I bent down a little, as I'm taller than her. although, honestly, John is almost taller than this short little blond woman. She stroked my ears and started to scratch them like John had done last night. It felt really good, and I ended up purring a little. But I caught myself, and stood straighter, as she was grinning. I rolled my eyes and she frowned instantly.

"No need to be ashamed of what you are," she commented and I rose a brow to her.

"It's not what I am," I sighed, "that peeves me. It's the fact that I am such because Mother decided I betrayed her 'motherly love'. Ugh, at least hybrids don't have to be cursed," and my forehead banged into the table as I plopped into a kitchen chair.

And suddenly there were fingers through my hair, and I jerked up, looking at the green eyed woman smiling (now) down on me. "Why don't you tell me about it? It is okay to talk about things like this. Sometimes it helps," she suggested and I shook my head vigorously.

"If I'm correct, you'll be meeting her in a couple of hours, anyway." I groaned and my head landed in the arms I folded over the table. "I'm so bored," I complained and she chuckled.

"Well, if I do meet your mum in a little bit, I guess I would have to give you back, huh?" she asked, and started stroking my ears again.

I instantly shot up, shocking her a bit as her hand jerked away. "Don't you dare let me be handled by her again," my ears twitched in anger and her green jaded eyes widened.

"What could possibly be so bad about your family? I mean, they are witches and warlocks, I assume, but seriously?..." she asked, truly curious.

"She is not my mother, and she never has been. All she used me for was experiments in magic plus a little bit of science. Then when I get fed up and want to live as a human and interact with them instead of her cults, she curses me for life. Tell me, if you were a witch, would you do that to John?" I asked, and she shook her head, sighing in disbelief. I sighed in return, and when she mumbled a no, "Blood doesn't make family, and family doesn't stop at blood," and she smiled at my knowledge.

"You're the sweetest little thing, even though you're taller than me," she beamed and I cringed when she ruffled my hair again. Why do people do that? It's annoying…

"I am not sweet, I don't display emotion, therefore I cannot be anything but an arse. Or so I've been told," I shrugged. "High functioning sociopath here, hi," I gave a little wave with a grimace and she gave me this look. Almost as if she knew I was wrong or possibly lying. I arched a brow at her and she shook her head, but smiled.

"You're not a sociopath, don't even try that. You're just very…" looking for a word for me, "reserved," she reasoned and it was my turn to shake my head.

"That's why I don't love my family? Because I'm 'reserved'? No, and it's not that I don't love them, it's that I simply don't care. Like the fact that I'm half naked and in your kitchen, I could be outside and completely starkers, I really don't care," and she laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked, truly confused.

"Okay, so not reserved, more that you don't have shame. And not caring for your family? You're just.. afraid to love someone. Maybe it's the fact that you tried loving your family and look what happened?" she suggested and I shrugged. I honestly don't know, but I'll never admit that.

"Well, forgetting my background, I would appreciate it if I could stay here for a while. Not that I'm staying for a long time, but I need some place before I leave this god forsaken country when I figure out how to," I said, basically asking if she would take me in until I'm skilled enough to sneak out of a whole country instead of just a bedroom.

"Sure, we could do with the extra company, John and I. We have another bedroom upstairs, unless…" and I gave her a short glare.

"Where else are you implying that I sleep?" I asked, and she smiled innocently.

"Oh, nowhere. It's just that you chose to sleep beside John last night, and since you're doomed to be a small cat past midnight," don't remind me, "perhaps you would like to simply sleep with John?" she suggested.

I shrugged, "He was warm and he fed me, who else was I supposed to trust?" and that got me another grin. She swept back her blond, but going grey locks from her face and stood.

"John is a good boy, and one day will be an even better man. And I can see that you have potential as well. Just make sure you don't corrupt my boy with your so called 'sociopathic' tendencies. He always wants to be the strong one and if he finds some stronger, well…" she pointed out and I nodded, seriously considering if I would like to just bunk with John in my time staying here…


I looked around the classroom once more, wondering how Sherlock would react when he comes here with. If he comes to school. I don't even know if they'll let him in, the ears and all. Not saying that he's horrible, or the ears (quite soft and shiny, actually), it's just that we as humans sometimes over exaggerate things, and the staff could think he's some kind of monster.

I looked up to Mrs. Hudson, and she smiled at the class. Hello, John Watson. And what's with her cheerful mood? I huffed, I don't know- wait. That wasn't my thought, and I sat up straighter in my chair. My thoughts to myself were silent as I wondered why the hell Sherlock's voice was just in my head.

I sighed internally, about to settle and just take notes in the open notebook under my left hand, all fifty minutes of the class period, when he spoke again. Take good notes, John. Wouldn't want to fail the class, would you?And I almost screamed with the fact that that was definitely Sherlock's voice, and not mine speaking my thoughts to me.

Sherlock? And I finally realized how this could be possible, Are you practicing magic on me?! He laughed, Took you this long to notice? Honestly John, you really are stupid sometimes. Shut up, you stupid brat. Lemme focus, Sherlock. Maybe you can learn a thing or two since you like playing with people's heads now.

Only yours, John, and I could hear that bratty smirk, and I really wanted to just hit him. But I refocused as she just finished her greeting. She always has her morning greetings, asking about the homework's difficulty and such. I think in a lot of ways, we're like her children. I wonder if she had any before she started teaching. Possibly, now focus, John. I want to hear what she has to say…

Great, he can read the thoughts to myself, too. I sighed again as she starting writing the day's topic on the board. Poetry, I can do this. I might enjoy it, actually. Poetry? What's that, John?I sighed, once again, at How idiotic can you really be? and he huffed. Only as idiotic as you, apparently, because she started the lesson, and here you are talking slash thinking to the voice in your head…

Just, shut up and listen, then. And I focused back onto the front o the classroom where she was asking if anyone knew any styles of poetry. Oh, there's so many…

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"Sherlock Holmes, get your ass down here!" I yelled and mum was startled, as she jumped from the position she had taken under the laptop in her lap on the couch. But she didn't question, almost as if she knew why I was pissed. And when he didn't come down right away, I threw my things beside the small set of stairs and marched up to my bedroom, stomping on every wooden step.

He was laying on my bed when I opened the door. His legs were crossed, his hands behind his head, his tail was swishing happily as his ears were flicking about and he was grinning at me. "Yes, John?" he asked, looking smug and comfortable.

I slammed the door behind myself and he didn't move, "You cock! Stay out of my head, you'll get your chance to go to school soon enough!" I shouted and he seemed to shrink a little. But he sat up, criss crossed his legs and propped his steepled hands under his chin.

"I wanted to get a feel for the school days and such. And don't you have homework to be doing instead of yelling at me? Besides, what I managed to maintain all day was amazing, honestly." He shrugged and laid down again as I snorted.

"Amazing? How is invading someone's thoughts amazing?" I didn't yell again, but I was close to it.

He peeked a look at me behind his arm that he had put behind his head again. Then he looked back to the ceiling, tail swishing against the covers and he spoke, "It means you have the ability to carry my soul's wavelength as well as your own, and the other way round. It's good news, actually. If either one of us gets in trouble, we can help. Not that I'll be staying long enough for us to be that good of friends," and he closed his eyes, humming something I didn't recognize, but was definitely some piece of music.


"Soul wavelength? What the hell are you talking about?!" and he was back to shouting as I huffed and just sat up, kicking my feet over the edge of his bed and motioned for him to sit. "No," and I glared at him, my jaw clenching and my nerves almost losing themselves, especially when he tried to continue into, "not until you explain what-" nerves lost, you stupid git.

"I will explain when you SIT down and LISTEN!" I definitely lost my nerve and he looked shocked. Oh yeah, this is your first time seeing me irritated. I quickly fixed myself, calming and he just sat, with wide eyes and wondering why I shouted back at him.

His hands rested on his thighs as he looked to me, curious and asking, "Okay," he cleared his throat briefly, "so will you explain what the hell you were talking about?"

I chuckled, "Of course. Now, you wanted to know what a soul wavelength was? Well, that's easy enough. Your soul is energy itself, and nothing can deplete it. Although it can waver from-" I cut myself off, he doesn't need to know that part yet, "never mind. But anyway, it will never be gone, and it will never lessen. Your soul gives you a life and your genetics and brain gives you a personality. It's science, John. Simple and easy science." He grunted.

"'Simple and easy science'. As if you know what science is? You've never been to school, hell you don't even know what that is!"

"Doesn't mean I don't have intelligence and I haven't learned a lot. Books, John," I pointed to his attention. "They are very useful," I explained and he sighed, giving up with me.

"You are such a little shit. How old are you?" he suddenly asked, eyeing me and I grinned.

"I'm fourteen, John, and obviously a lot smarter than you are," I chuckled and he glared at me, but was surprised.

"Fourteen? And you're not kidding?" I shook my head and he laughed. "How can you be so tall, then? And how are you 'so much more intelligent'? I don't understand. I'm seventeen and I didn't know what the hell you were talking about for a moment." He shook his head, and smiled at me. "By the way, how did you get into mind?" he asked.

"That was simple enough, although have no idea how it was so easy. I tried with my mother and my brother, and usually blood related is easier, but I couldn't get it. And then I tried once with you, and it worked perfectly. It's once again, simple science with brainwaves matching levels. I've been able to do it to others, but they've never been able to hear my thoughts as well, how did you do that?" I asked, suddenly very curious at how he was able to know what I was thinking, as I had said nothing aloud.

He shrugged, "I have no fucking idea. It was like you were talking to me, I just… heard your voice, in my head, of course, not aloud. Which still creeps me out. Thinking that you could be reading my thoughts right now," he shuttered and I laughed at that thought.

"I promise I'm not reading your thoughts, otherwise you'd feel me doing it. Er, wait, didn't you feel it last time?" I asked. He should have.

He looked to me in a bit of disturbed surprise, "Actually no, I didn't." his brows furrowed, "Should I have?" Curiouser and curiouser….


A/N: By the way, from now on, when one is another's head, their thoughts look like this. Like Sherlock's thoughts looked in John's head. The same goes for if Sherlock is somewhere and John's speaking to him in his head. It's just to make sure you lovely readers don't get confused as to who's thinking what. Thanks for reading! And the comments are lovely, keep them coming, please! :-)