A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews. Though I want to stress the reviewer was not negative or a troll or anything. That was simply how they viewed my writing and I wanted to make sure no one else did, as it was not my intention for it to be viewed that way. Thank you so much for your offers of betaing this fic but I have since chosen one. But I have several other fics that require betaing. Some are finished, some are ongoing. So if you are interested let me know.

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And I've drawn three pictures so far and two other people have drawn pictures of this pic. I can't put them in...but I can link them if people want..

Yeah.. enjoy this filler chapter.


SHERLOCK

They're taking an awfully long time. Surely all John needed to say was "Sorry, not interested. Bye!". And yet he's been simply ages. At least I've had Grimm to amuse me. And the contents of the bathroom drawers. I may or may not have constructed a model of a house using toothbrushes, bandages and other assorted items. And I possibly drew a bee in toothpaste on the mirror...Point is, if he doesn't return soon I may go mad. Dealing with boredom is obviously not one of my strengths. However I can be very creative when trying to relieve it.

I was in the middle of constructing a slingshot of sorts when I heard something scratching at the door. When I turned, I could see a little paw reaching underneath the wood. I do not want to let him in. I turn back to my project. Slowly the door creaked open. It had not been completely closed as I had led myself to believe. In a flurry of movement I leaped into the bath and attempted to hide. Maybe he would bore himself and leave.

"Merow?" Don't answer, it's a trap.


After ten minutes of hearing nothing more from the disgusting creature I peered over the edge of the bath to see if it had left. It turned out to be right next to the tub, just waiting. It leaped into the bath and onto my chest. Get off! I considered grabbing it by the scruff of it's neck and throwing it out, but I'd already received stitches today as a result of manhandling the cat. I don't think John would be too happy to have to stitch up a new would so soon after the old one. So I let Gladstone stay on my chest, not out of the kindess of my heart, but out of laziness and a desire to remain whole. Sensing he'd won, Gladstone moved and then curled up on my stomach. John of course chose that moment to enter the bathroom. Good! He can get this.. thing off of me.

"John!"

"Hey mate.. they wanted to talk in private, so I came to see how you were doing..." Ah! Thank you John.

"Save me..."

"Save you?..Oh!" John leaned over and lifted Gladstone off my stomach. Great, my coat is covered in cat fur. Just what I wanted.

"Thank.. you"

"Don't mention it. I just came in to..is that a spider on your head?!" I cup Grimm in my large, cold hand and place him onto my chest.

"Yes."

"Oh God, Lock. Why?!" I'm sensing that John might have a fear or dislike of spiders...

"He's...my p-pet."

"Your...Lock, spiders aren't pets!" Well mine is! I turned away from him, careful to not jostle Grimm.

"Lock...alright. He's your pet. Ok, I get it. What's his name then?"

"Grimm."

"Grimm? What sort of name is that?" That's a bit insensitive, John.

"Gladstone."

"...Alright fair point." Thank you.


"Are you still sulking?" Maybe.

"Look I need to talk to you. I talked to them about you. Told them what you were like, how you acted, how you feel. Not sure if they believed me or not. I think what I'm trying to say is, do you want to meet them. They badly want to meet you, mate. But you don't have to. If it's too hard for you I understand."

I felt his hand once again, placed on my shoulder and I leaned into it. I know I have a choice but it's such a difficult one, how do I know if I have chosen correctly? What if I regret my decision? And if I do meet them, will they tell me who I was? What I was like? I'm not sure if I want to know. I'd rather find out for myself or not at all. John will be with me though, won't he? If I go and meet them? I turn my head and look into his concerned face. Yes, I am sure he will come with me if I ask. He cares too much.

"I.. don't know.."

"It's alright mate. What about meeting them one by one perhaps? Or meet one of them first, then meet the others? We don't have to jump head first into this."

"I .. don't know!" I don't know, John! Ok?! I...I.. can't do this. I want both options available to me. But I also want neither of them. I don't know what I want. I always know what I want. I think I'm scared, John. What do I do?


Perhaps I should just let John decide. I trust that he will make the right decision. And if things don't work out, I can always scare whoever comes in, it's not difficult. Simply bare your teeth, growl and drool a little and pretend that you are about to leap towards them. However there is a possibility that they may be carrying weapons, so that might not be the best course of action. Pity, it sounded fun.

"John?"

"Yes, mate. What's up?" The sky? Spiders?

"Would you...c-choose?" I could have sounded a bit less terrified then, I think.

"Me? Sure. Uh...ok. Give me a minute to think." What's there to think about? Yes or no? Rather simple don't you think. At least it is when it is not your former life and memories hanging in the balance.

I let John sit with his back against the tub and contemplated on whether or not I should throw a blanket over him. He looks cold. I also have a strong desire to create a fort of some kind. Anything to take my mind off his approaching decision. I wonder what cons and pros he is thinking of. What reasons he will use to eliminate one choice. Are they the same as mine? I've often wondered how his mind works. It stands to reason that a living mind works faster than a dead one. After all it can take me awhile to reach a conclusion on something. Or to remember where I'd put an object when asked. I know my brain is slower than John's, however I can observe in a way he can not. I can make the connection's that his brain doesn't know how to do.

"Lock?"

"Yes..." Well?

"I have decided, that you should meet them. But one at a time. At least, for the first person. I think you would both benefit from meeting each other. However I will tell him that if you express a desire to not learn anything about your old life, then he is to respect that. Alright?"...I suppose I have no choice, as I have been unable to make one.

"...Fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes." No.

"Ok, I'll go tell him. You stay put." Where would I go?

Am I going to regret this?


MORAN

I do believe this will be a pointless endeavour Capturing a zombie isn't easy and he expects me to capture one that exhibits a higher level of brain function than most of the walking dead. Plus, he has a human with him. An armed human. But's he's the boss and I can't say that it isn't an unenjoyable experience working for him. It used to pay extremely well. Back when money was important. Now it gets me free board and meals, something to stop the boredom and it keeps me alive, keeps me sane. He's not though. Doubt he ever was. The mad genius type he is. A genuine mad scientist. When he gets bored of his experiments it's my job to get rid of them.

A lot of them fail. This thing, this project he's been working on, he's desperate to get it working. Want's to rule the world, but discreetly. Find a cure for this apocalypse, but keep a supply of immune zombies at his estate. But the problem with the undead is that they don't follow orders. They can't, nothing upstairs. But if you could harness that dormant brain, that dead flesh and you could control it. Imagine what you could do. Who you could control. Dead or alive. I don't know. I don't understand half the things that come out of that mouth.

But that's why he's become so obsessed over this particular zombie since he saw the footage. If it's capable of this level of thinking, it's more suited to his experiments. Just an issue of finding the thing and bringing it with me, without getting bitten or getting shot by his.. handler? Companion?

Should be fun.