AN: Back to Sam's point of view. OH I actually have a note I want to add here too, Samantha is KINDA psychic, not like I KNOW EVERYTHING type, more of she gets weird flashes of things that confuse the duck out of her. Has anyone else noticed that cats are kind of psychic?! Well the cat Changers are kind of like that too. I'm going to work other Changers into later chapters promise. (I kind of want to make Moriarty a Rabbit changer, like he has an inferiority complex, but I also think that not being a Changer or a Shifter would piss him off and he would be jealous of Sherlock for his awesome kittyness, wait till he meets Sam *insert evil laugh here* It's going to be freaking awesome.) ALSO I would like to apologize for the little bit of lyrics I'm going to but in the fic, it will only be a small amount and I think it describes her perfectly.

DISCLAIMER: Sherlock doesn't belong to me and neither does Cha Cha Bang that belongs to Van Susans.

I started having a nightmare. I've been having them more often lately; usually it's just flashes, like a pool or John next to a giant lion then disappearing. Tonight the nightmare is vivid, some man has taken John, there's a gun, I don't know where they are or what they're doing but this man is giving me a bad vibe, and the vibe makes me want to throw up again. My instincts tell me I have to protect John from him, he's a bad man. UNSAFE my mind screams.

My eyes pop open and there is a man knelling in front of me, Johns scent reaches my nose and all I can think is protect John.

I pounce on the man and pin him easily. I take in his smell, slight smell of nicotine, must have a patch on, I can smell John all over him, there's an odd drug like smell around him, it's so old that it's almost nonexistent. He has Changer scent on him, cat, it's less than me but more than most people, so he has Changer senses probably but not characteristics. SAFE my mind screams, FIND JOHN! I search around the room for him and see him standing in the doorway of the living room.

I'm in front of him in an instance, smelling him to make sure he is safe, he places his hands on my shoulders.

"Sam" I hear him say, his voice softer than normal.

'He's trying to calm me down'

"Sam love calm down, we're safe, look at me Sam breath, it was only Sherlock trying to figure out who you are."

He rubs my shoulders gently and I take a deep breath trying to calm my breathing. I know it's slowing down, that means my pupils are going back to normal.

"John" I manage to croak out "John" I freeze "Harriet!" I start to hyperventilate again.

"Sam! Calm down, Harry is fine, I promise." He grabs my face "Harriet is safe in her home, I can call her. Do you want me to call her Sam?"

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself quickly, I blink rapidly and feeling tears leak out of my eyes and trail down my cheeks and I gasp catching my breath.

"No, no it's fine, I'm sorry... I... I'll be fine in a minute. Just give me a minute." I grab John when my knees lock.

"Come on love, let's get you to the couch, come on."

My grip gets tighter as he leads me to the sofa.

I look down at Sherlock feeling so guilty "I…I'm so sorry Sherlock… I do."

He cuts me off "You don't travel well, you also got ill on the plane, you also thought John was being threatened in your half awake state."

I taken by surprise for a second but I smile and laugh shakily at him "You weren't kidding John, that was pretty amazing... How did you know I was si.." I trail off and grimace, I didn't brush my teeth yet " John I need my toothbrush"

Sherlock chuckled softly "No it wasn't your breath, but brushing your teeth seems like a smart idea, no your coloring is still off."

John puts his fingers on my wrist and stares at my watch 'Must be taking my pulse'

"Good you're pulse is normal" He grabs my face and looks at my eyes "Your pupils are back to normal. Do you think you can walk?"

I look down and my legs as he fishes through my bags, looking for my tooth brush.

"Yes I think so" I stand and test my leg's, I wobble slightly but mange to do it without falling on my face.

He smiles at me "Go brush your teeth and then we can go down and eat, Mrs Hudson has..."

"Cooked dinner," I say with a smile, taking another deep breath "Yes I know I can smell it, a roast with potatoes, carrots and rice. It smells really good. I'll freshen up and be down in a bit."

I stumble my way to the bathroom and stop just as I get to the door and turn back.

"Oh John, whatever is in your fridge has gone REALLY bad, you should throw it out."

I start to brush my teeth, keeping my ear out at what's going on outside the room. I hear them argue a little and smile. 'They are so cute together'

I finish my teeth and splash water in my face. 'Well I might as well go eat, wish I could change'

I leave the bathroom and take my coat off. I hang it over the back of the couch and head downstairs.

The table is set beautifully. John looks up as I enter the room and smiles.

"Mrs. Hudson, I know you already met her but this is Sam, my younger sister."

I smile and go to shake her hand and instead she hugs me, this startles me a little but I smile and hug back.

"I'm so glad you were finally able to come home, John goes on and on about you, it's so nice to finally meet you."

As we sat down to eat, I watch everyone carefully, John digs in quickly obviously hungry, Mrs. Hudson eats politely, obviously from a different generation than the rest of the occupants' of the table, Sherlock pushes his food around his plate pouting, He takes a bite when ever John gives him a pointed look. I smile 'this is such a cozy little family'

I dig into my plate grateful for a home cooked meal. Living in a dorm made it impossible to eat properly.

I look up and Sherlock is looking between John and I, the next time his eyes land on me I raise my eyebrows and stare back.

We stare at each other for 5 minutes before John takes notice. It's an unspoken rule that we can blink but the first to look away will lose. I blink slowly and he matches my blink.

"What are you two doing?" John asks.

It startles both of us to look at him at the same time, looks like a tie this time.

"Nothing" I say. "Just learning…"

Sherlock glances at me intrigued. "Learning what?"

"Everything" I say with a grin.

He looks at me suspiciously. "Everything hmm…."

I smirk "I know you used to smoke like a chimney but now you just use patches, you are a brilliant fighter, you are very good at getting your way, you appreciate beauty but you don't like showing it, you are very protective to those you care about and will do anything to keep them safe, you and your brother don't get along very well and fight constantly but he always keeps an eye on you, you are also a Shifter but you rather observe things with your mind then your senses. I also know a secret…that we'll talk about later."

His eyebrows rose up his forehead with each observation "Tell me, how did you figure these things out?"

I take a bite of my bit of roast, chewing slowly just to irritate him. "Simple really, I smell high levels of nicotine on you, no smoky smell so the patch, when I pinned you, you twisted us in a way that we would hit the floor instead of the table, if you didn't have any training in fighting we would have hit the table, I have seen your flat there are beautiful things in it most of which I know for a fact my brother didn't pick out, also you must have known I wasn't much of a threat toward you because you just let me pin you instead of hitting me, the doing anything to keep the people you care for safe just seems to fit with you from what John has told me, I could tell when I met your brother at the airport" his eyebrow raises higher at this statement and looks about to interrupt me so I hold my finger up to silence him "he cared about you, knowing your ware bouts, also John and I talk on the phone a lot so I know that you two fight a lot, as for the Shifter bit" I tap my nose "I can smell it but you like showing that you don't need your cat self to find things out."

His eyes narrowed at the last statement "And the last one?"

"It's not my secret to reveal." I take a drink of the tea in front of me. "But like I said we WILL talk about it later."

He narrows his eyes again "Why did you meet Mycroft at the airport?"

I roll my eyes at him "Apparently SOMEONE" I give John a pointed look "asked him to register me when I came back home. Thank you for that by the way, he was rude but kind at the same time."

John snorts "It put my mind at ease having someone I know register you instead of some stranger who would probably abuse his station."

My face softens at the statement "That was very thoughtful of you, being detained for crushing some mans balls would have been awful."

Both Mrs. Hudson and John choke on what's in their mouth at this statement and Sherlock laughs.

The rest of the meal is continued in small talk between John, Mrs. Hudson and me. They ask how my flight was, if I got any good pictures lately, asking me to show all the pictures I had taken. I notice that Sherlock has eaten more since my "observation".

When we finish eating I offer to help do dishes but Mrs. Hudson waves me off "Go spend time with your brother dear I can handle a few dirty dishes"

I smile and make my way up the stairs; I know when I get up there either John or Sherlock will be spouting questions in my direction so I take my time.

When I get into the living room I see that Sherlock is analyzing me from the couch.

I smirked and go straight for my bag with my laptop and camera in it.

God I love my camera, it was one of the few things that Harry gave me and I loved it. If she didn't buy it for me I probably wouldn't have majored in photography. I shudder at thought. If I hadn't majored in photography the Academy would have demanded that I be sent to work for the military.

I begin to boot up my computer when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. 'Stupid cat senses.' I look up to see Sherlock hovering just behind me. 'When the hell did he move? He's just as quiet as I am.'

I quark my eyebrows up at him and open my mouth to ask him what he's doing when my start up music plays.

I grin; I had a sound bit of one of my favorite songs as my start up. I watch Sherlock and try to keep an eye on John as it plays.

"Thinking, maybe she might be the one but this girl, she's crazy it's like dancing with a gun and I can't find the safety my legs refuse to run, away."

As the song plays Sherlock's face remains almost completely blank, but having such good eye sight helped notice subtle changes. I notice is jaw tick a bit and his nostrils flare.

John's expression shows everything he is thinking, he is so easy to read sometimes, he is obviously confused, poor man.

I plug my camera in and begin to go through the pictures on my memory card. I had a photo shoot just before I left with a fellow Changer. I was lucky she was able to work with me, she was always so busy with her law degree that I couldn't get her pose for me that much anymore. She is a bear Changer. Her tail was so cute, I was always so jealous of her because she could hide her tail so easily, her ears as well, hers were rounded while mine had a point to them.

I here Sherlock gasp behind me once the pictures were loaded and smirked. We had done nudes for most of the shoot.

'That'll teach him not to peek over my shoulder' I watch him stalk to the couch and flop down.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

He sneered. "So you're THAT kind of photographer."

I chuckle "Only with people I trust and trust me." I start to open some of the pictures of her while she was in bear form and turn the computer toward him "It's easier to start naked when they're about to shift."

He perks up again at seeing her in this form. "She's a Shifter?" He moves closer to my laptop to get a better view of her.

I shack me head "Nope" I say popping the P rather loudly. "We are referred to as Changers Sherlock, Shifter's can't change forms, the name is very deceiving actually and it's not the true term, most people don't know the real term, the real term for people who can't change forms is The Embodied. Changer's are the ones that turn and there aren't as many of us as people think, hell there are more of the Embodied out there. This is Jenny, she's a bear Changer. Jenny and I went to school together; she's one of the few people I would trust with my life because she's actually saved my life before. She lets me take the nudes because…"

At the word nudes John chokes on his tea. I look up worried, my brow raised in alarm. "John?"

"Sorry" He chokes out as he coughs and beats his chest. "Did you say… Did you say NUDES?!"

I look at him confused "Yes? Why is something wrong with that? I said naked a second ago and you didn't even react…"

"I must not have heard you." He said, his voice still a little strained. "Why are you taking nudes?"

I look at his face a little closer, he's blushing. 'Surely John isn't a virgin anymore. Why would. OH! He doesn't like thinking about me taking naked pictures'

"I'm sorry John. She asked me to take some of her when we first started college so she could give them to her mate. At first it was awkward but she kept making jokes to lighten the mood. Plus it was for her mate. I took her pictures so often and we became such good friends that our shoots usually turned into her naked in front of the camera or her in her animal form. I needed to get some pictures of her changing forms. I have many of her in both forms but none of the change itself. It's extraordinary to watch I can show you later if you want"

He shifted on his feet for a second looking very uncomfortable.

"John, it's easier to go through the change if you're already naked, destroyed clothes and all." I crinkle my eyebrows in confusion "I mean I've destroyed quite a few outfits in my time. We were just being smart… I'm sorry if me taking naked pictures makes you uncomfortable." I look down at the keys on my laptop embarrassed at what my brother thought of me.

I feel his hand on my shoulder and look up "Sam I'm not upset at you, just startled is all. I will always think of you as my sweet innocent baby sister even when you have kittens." Seeing his smile makes me relax, I know his words are sincere. He wouldn't hurt my feelings on purpose "Let's just not tell Harry."

I grin "Of course not. She would have a fit and then request to see the pictures."

John blushes a bit again.

I peak over at Sherlock; He's looking at me as if he's trying to read a book. 'Am I as easy to read as John? Let's find out.'

"What have you deduced so far Mr. Holmes?"

His eye twitched.

He sighs "I'm trying to figure out what your form would be."

I grin "Well good luck with that Sherlock."

I decide that since Sherlock will be trying for a few hours, I would start to edit the pictures I took of Jenny. Jenny was a very beautiful Changer, she had found her mate in a human a few months back and of course she was immediately attracted to him, he on the other hand needed to get to know her. Some humans were like us when it came to finding their mates, immediate attraction, they would get married and start a small brood. Some changers were unlucky and their mates wanted nothing to do with them, luckily we were able to still find other love and have kids, but there would always be an empty void where that true love feeling would be, the wanting to know who our true mate was, what our children would be like, why they didn't want you to begin with.

After 2 hours of editing her pictures the silence coming from Sherlock started to get slightly annoying. I decided to check and see how far he had gotten in guessing.

When I glance at him I worried for a second he had died, I relaxed when I saw the subtle rise and fall of his shoulders.

"John..?" I called keeping my eyes on Sherlock.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong with Sherlock?"

That got him to look.

"Nothing" He said softly "Just in his mind again"

My eyebrows were probably in my hair line by now "Does he do this of..."

I was cut off abruptly by a loud shushing noise from the couch.

"You may think quietly but you're talking to loud, so SHH."

I snort out a laugh. "You know I could just show you what I am."

"And have you naked in the flat that hardly seems like a good idea, I think John would have a heart attack."

I hear John start to choke on his tea again.

"I meant on my laptop you goof" I grin "I've taken pictures of myself before."

I hadn't even finished the sentence and he was up and behind me in a flash. I see John stand and make his way over as well.

The last time John had seen me in my forms I was in grade school. It made sense that he would want to see what I looked like now.

I opened the folder that contained my forms and opened up 4 pictures.

The first picture I decided to show them is my larger cat form; it's a Mountain Lion with bright green eyes.

I watch their face's as they analyze me. John looks proud at the picture. It took me a while to master not just exploding to this form. John got picked on at school when we were younger and I couldn't stand it. I would jump to his defense and end up in this form, and well a kitten isn't very scary at first but they can bite pretty hard. Once I reached puberty I started getting bigger, I started when I was 9, unlike other girls who start at 10 or 11, though most Changers tend to hit puberty early.

I chance a glance at Sherlock. He seems so entranced by my prowling form. He seemed to be analyzing every part of it learning off of what he was seeing in the picture.

"This is my big form. I can change to it any time I want but if I get physically assaulted I go to this form."

I pulled up the next picture; it's a much smaller version of my Mountain Lion form again with bright green eyes. This form looks more like a house cat that's on the big side.

"This form is my smallest form. This one is good for sneaking around."

Again I watch their faces. John looks impressed. He didn't know about this form.

Sherlock just seems to be taking it all in again.

I open the 3rd picture, this one is of me. I look normal bit if you looked you could see my eyes were completely dilated. There was no green to be seen, my fingers seemed more claw like, I looked feral, like a wild woman.

"This is what I usually revert to when I'm in public and need to defend myself quickly."

I look at John, he has seen me like this quiet a few times. I used to revert to it when we were younger more then the Lion. I would switch and beat the shit out of the little ass holes who would make fun of John and I because our sister was a lesbian.

I watch as Johns eyes light up and he laughs. "You beat up Robert Ritchie in this form."

I grin "Yep." I giggle popping my P again. "He didn't know I could throw a punch let alone beat the snot out of him"

"He was in such shock he was on the ground in seconds, I'd never seen his father so mad. You're lucky I was there to tell him what he called you."

I giggle again thinking back to our childhood.

*FLASH BACK*
"YO! WATSON"

I groan, knowing the Scottish brogue instantly. Damn I thought it was going to be a quiet day. 'Guess not'

"What do you want Ritchie" I spat out his surname, my English accent prominent.

"Hows the slaggy lesbian sister of yours?"

I suppress a growl and ignore him, picking my book back up and tried to read again. 'Just ignore him' I hear my mother's soft voice say to me. I need to be better than them. 'I can't keep getting into fights, need to make mom proud.'

"Did you hear me you little bitch?"

'Why was a 14 year old messing with a 9 year old anyway? Jeez this guy must be pissed about not getting into her pants.' I chuckle

"Jeez Ritchie, one would think that since my sister wouldn't let you shag her you were bitter."

Next thing I know I'm being hosted up by my coat front.

"What did you say to me you little bitch" He asks spitting his words in my face.

"OY! RITCHIE! LET GO OF MY SISTER!"

I'm relieved to see John, my heart rate had begun to accelerate past normal, last time that happened something weird happened.

He dropped me back my feet and I stumbled almost falling when I felt someone steady me, I look up to see John's friend Liam holding my arm as he smiles at me. I notice that he smells different than usual. He smells like dog hair.

"You need to leave my sister alone Robert, she never did anything to you."

Robert laughs. "Come off it Watson, we were just havin' a bit of fun, weren't we Sammy?"

I shack my head "You called my sister a slag, she's not a slag." I growl out.

I feel John look at me nervously. "Sam lets go, I know you haven't had lunch yet."

We start to walk away when I hear him speak up again. "You're a bloody coward John Watson, you and your slaggy sister. No wonder your dad left, though I would shag that pretty mother of yours."

I saw red and froze, my heart rate sky rocketing, I turned. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me, you little bitch. I'd shag you're mother but I don't like leftovers. Maybe when you're older I'll shag you too, you can be just as much a slag as your mother and sister."

Next thing I know I'm on top of him, I look at my fist and it's covered in blood. I'm shocked for a second and try to pull away, but it would seem I had no control over myself.

"Don't you ever say anything about my family again Robert Ritchie." I growl in an unfamiliar voice. "I won't be so kind next time."

I notice his nose is covered in blood, broken from the angle.

I back away just as the adults start to swarm us.

After an hour in the office both our parents had shown up and I had a black eye, apparently in the struggle he had manage to get a punch in, but from the sound of it I had shattered his nose. Every time I looked over at him I had to suppress a laugh, he had two black eyes and a huge bandage over his nose.

I felt John elbow me in the side and when I looked up he was shaking his head.

*END FLASHBACK*

I had been suspended but so was he after the head master had heard what he had said about my mother. Liam, my brother's friend, turned out to be a Wolf Changer, and tried to teach me how to control myself, it wouldn't be till 3 years later that I would be sent to America to learn all about my other side.

I shake my head getting back to the task at hand.

I click on the last picture. This was the first time I was showing off this picture. It was a new form. It was me but with more cat like features. My nose was kind of squished down, my ears more prominent, my fur thicker and I had fur around my face as well, I also had sharper nails. I looked like a werewolf of some kind. I didn't know much about this form but Jenny had snapped it after I had found out John had been badly injured and taken hostage. I blacked out and when I came to I was being sat on by a giant bear, I had destroyed half of my studio by the time she had stopped me. We weren't sure how it happened but I had found a new form. We thought it may have been a fluke but the more we looked at the picture the more we realized that I had a 4th form, including my normal everyday look. We also decided that day we wouldn't tell anyone about it.

"This change is… New…" I say with a grimace. John looks up from the picture confused as does Sherlock. "This happened after I had gotten the news of you John." I bite my lip again. "Jenny had to sit on me as a bear to stop me from completely annihilating my studio." I looked down again. "We don't know much about it but it's never happened before or again so we thought it better to keep it to ourselves."

John shakes his head. "Why did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me that this happened? Why didn't you inform your councilor?!"

I had to stop him before he got carried away. I set my laptop down and walked over to him. "John, I couldn't tell anyone! Do you know what they would do? I would be used for experiments, I would never get to see you again, and they might have faked my death! I'm not taking chances with that John, they had tried to force me to join the army before and I had to threaten them with the British government to keep from having to fight." I take a big breath to calm myself. My changes were centered around my emotions and if I got too worked up I would end up changing. "John that change only happens if something really bad was to happen to you or Harry, that's what Jenny and I think anyway. So as long as you don't die or get hurt again I won't end up like that again. I just didn't want to lie to you. I love you John." I start to tear up and decide I need to get out of that room before I burst into tears.

I grab my coat and start for the door when Sherlock grabs me and forces me to sit down in one of the chairs.

I try to stand but Sherlock is stronger then he seems and manages to force me back down.

"Stay." He commands and points to John.

I watch John, silently trying to will myself not to cry. He walks over to where I'm sitting slowly, kneels in front of me, and takes my hands.

"Sam… I didn't know you were that scared there. Maybe we should have brought you home from Uni sooner. You could have studied here instead of where you felt unsafe. I'm just worried, we don't know what this new form could do" I start to interrupt him when Sherlock shushes me again. John looks at Sherlock and nods. "I'm more worried for you and that's why I freaked out. We will figure this out together, I promise."

He pats my knee gently and I launch forward and hug him.

"I'm sorry John"

He hugs me back and squeezes softly.

"It's fine…. I love you too brat."

AN: AND I'm ending it here… Sorry if I don't stop it here we will NEVER progress through the story. I would end up writing so much fluffiness that you would end up learning every bit of John and Samantha's relationship and some things NEED to come later. I really wish I could show you more but I also have to start writing other people into the story and working out some other twists. ALSO I would like to add one of my last names is Ritchie I am a second generation American born, Grandfather was born in Canada and his parents were both from Scotland. I thought using Ritchie would be okay because it's a common last name.