AN: I'm freaking out a bit… A fourth chapter?! What the hell am I doing?! AHH I'm so happy with myself! I want to warn you there will be a hospital scene and a little blood, just wanted to warn you, it's not going to be graphic, but I wanted to make sure that the warning is here, don't want to accidently trigger someone. Get ready for some Sherlock and Samantha interaction! ALSO I made some age changes again... Sorry, Sam is now 25, she left for the U.S at 12 instead of 8, I wanted the closer to age so they could be in school together.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for Samantha and a few other people.
After a month of living in their flat with them I realize I need to get a job and get my own, because some of Sherlock's experiments are getting a bit out of hand.
After 3 days of living with them, Sherlock had managed to get a 3rd fridge, which was filled with rotting body parts, he kept pretending nothing was rotting but my nose was telling me otherwise.
I was just coming back in when I here John snapping at Sherlock about a head in the fridge.
"John that's the body part fridge, it's not MY fault you keep forgetting."
"Why do we even need to have these at the house?! Can't we just keep them at the morgue? I'm sure Molly wouldn't mind keeping them there."
"Then I'll be bored at home."
'Why do I smell gun powder?' I make my way up, slowly taking my laptop bag off.
"Hello?" I say loudly enough for them to hear me but in I keep my voice soft, so not to startle anyone.
"Hey Sam" Comes a disgruntled reply.
I'm just going to be blunt. "Why do I smell gun powder?"
I can feel the tension as I enter the flat and the little hairs on the back of my neck stand right up.
I look between the curled up Sherlock on the couch and John who is holding a jug of milk.
"Out of milk again?" I giggle trying to calm John down. "Do you guys bathe with it?"
Silence follows. 'Wow okay I'm out of here.'
"I need to take a shower. Oh, John, I have an interview!" I grin hoping that will snap John out of his rage.
I see the surprise followed but a look of utter joy. "Good for you Sam! I'm so happy for you!"
My smile gets wider. "Thanks John."
"Is it today?"
"Tomorrow, I just need a shower. I went walking around London, wanted to get a feel and some pictures, I'll show you later!" I start toward the shower. "Knock before coming in please"
I notice the bullet holes in the wall as I walk through and can't help the snort of laughter. I feel John's eyes boring into me and walk faster to the bathroom throwing a glance at Sherlock. He is looking at me confused until he sees the twinkle of laughter in my eyes.
I shut the door and laugh as quietly as possible. Those two are going to kill each other.
I started to strip when I caught my reflection. I could see the bags under my eyes getting deeper. I hadn't been sleeping well for the last month because of my nightmares. All ways the same man holding John at gun point. He makes me want to puke, I just don't get it. I'd never encountered anything like this before. Also the Lion seems to be getting more and more prominent in the dreams, always there growling.
I finish undressing and step under the spray. I could hear them arguing again and a door slams. Looks like Johns going out again.
Some girl called Sarah. Don't know what John see's in her. If only he would realize what is right in front of him. Why doesn't he see how much Sherlock love's him already. I hadn't confronted Sherlock yet on the fact that John is his mate. One of them being that John has a girlfriend. The other was to watch Sherlock squirm.
Just as I was lathering my hair a loud explosion rocks the house. I'm out of the bathroom with a towel around me in a blink of an eye.
"Sherlock!? Mrs. Hudson?!" I scream noticing the broken glass everywhere.
I do my best to avoid the glass, not needing stitches, but I see Sherlock lying on the floor and my panic sets in, and I forget about the glass. I reach him just as he begins sitting up.
"Careful Sherlock, there's a lot of glass."
He looks at me kind of dazed for a second and takes my offered hand.
"Mrs. Hudson..." I scream again as I help Sherlock up and look for injuries.
"You have soap in your hair." He says still in shock. "You should rinse."
I glare at him ignoring the intense pain in my feet.
"I'm fine dear; I'm calling the police right now."
I sigh in relief. "Go get a change of clothes and hard sole shoes and meet me in the bathroom please. I've got to make sure you aren't cut."
"Shouldn't we wait for the emergency crew?" He asked
I sigh "Maybe but I need to check you over plus I have soap in my hair, I need to rinse it out, you can jump in after I get all the glass off of you."
"We need to bag my clothes for evidence, I'm sure the detectives will want to know what exploded I might have evidence on me."
I nod "We can do that, just hurry up"
"Why do you have to groom me, I'm not your mate."
"Yes but you're my brother's and that makes you family and my instincts tell me to take care of you now scoot!" He looks at me with wide eyes while I limp to the bathroom.
I hurry to rinse out the soap. Once I get in the shower I notice the blood going down the drain. 'DAMN, that's a lot of blood." I lift it and wince. 'I'm gonna need stitches'
"SHIT" I curse loudly.
"There's no need for that" I jump at Sherlock's voice.
I peek out from behind the curtain "How are you so sneaky? I cut my foot open, going to need stitches."
I hear him hum in conformation "Well you were barefoot."
I roll my eyes as he shuffles around the bathroom and finish cleaning myself, taking care with my feet.
I start to get out and squeak in surprise.
"Okay, next time warn me you're naked,"
I close my eyes trying not to picture my brother's mate's penis, but boy is that hard to do. The man is very well endowed and I can't help the spark of arousal that goes through me. He is a very handsome man, well cut. I shake my head again. 'SO not going there, he's my brothers. Besides I have my own out there… Somewhere…'
I dry off and check my feet again. "Great more than one set too. Here let me check you over, get the glass out of your hair and then you can help me wrap them until I can go to the ER and get them stitched, and then you can shower."
I see him nod as I get to work. After I'm done picking all the glass I can find out with a pair of tweezers, which he insisted I use instead of my fingers "Don't want your prints on them", I look him over a few times for cuts, thankfully I find none and we switch places, he grabs John's emergency kit out from under the sink.
It's then as he is wrapping my feet that I realize that we are both sitting there naked. I hadn't thought to wrap myself in my towel or get dressed and he hadn't thought to tell me.
I then noticed him glancing at various parts of my body. If he had been anyone else he would have been on the ground in seconds but I noticed he wasn't looking at important bits, at least not for very long and not with arousal, he was analyzing me again.
*Sherlock's Point Of View*
Scars on feet, indicates prefers to be bare foot: Confirmed. Scar on left ankle, probably a bike riding injury. A weird burn mark on both sides of her hip bone area, they're shaped like hands. ? Scars all over her arms, like a cat got her. More of the weird hand burn marks on her wrists. From what I saw on the back more cat claw scars and teeth marks, both human and animal. Most of her skin is nearly flawless. Has a weird scar on her inner thigh, like someone held a candle there, same with her shoulder. Can't tell about her tail.
*End Sherlock's Point of View*
His eyes meet mine when he finally was done wrapping my feet. I wasn't nearly as embarrassed as I should have been, more ashamed of my scars.
"I'm going to get a change of clothes out of my suitcase, you shower, and I'll let you know when emergency crews get here." I stand and try not to wince as pain shoots up my legs.
I see Sherlock glance at me a little worried."Are you sure you should walk on them? John will kill you if you make them worse."
I smirk. "I've had worse."
Thankfully most of the cuts weren't directly on the bottom of my feet but on the side where I tend to walk. Only one was on the sole and it was the worst one, which was probably bleeding heavily from the smell of it.
I managed to just get my bra on when I hear a knock on the door and Mrs. Hudson greets whoever was there enthusiastically. I pulled on my sweater and hard sole ballet slippers, to not aggravate the cuts, and raced to the bathroom and knocked.
"I think the police are here, I'll let them know you're bathing and will talk to them, once you're done and dressed you can meet us down in Mrs. Hudson's flat, don't forget your shoes."
I hear his muffled approval and veer off to the direction of Mrs. Hudson's flat.
As I'm descending the stairs the most wonderful smell greets my nose. I lock eyes with the most beautiful man I'd ever see. My brain sort of clicks and I realize I've found my mate. Panic immediately sets in.
"Ah Samantha, this is Detective Inspector Lestrade. Lestrade, this is Samantha, John's little sister. She got here about a month ago."
He smirks and my brain temporarily turns to goop. 'NO, now is NOT the time to be thinking about this, later!'
"Afternoon detective it's very nice to meet you." I extend my hand in greeting. "John told me he worked with the police here, helping solve crimes."
He smirks again, but this time there is a small hint of something else I can't place in his eyes as he takes my hand in his to shake it. "Yes, well John and Sherlock have been a real help to our team, no matter what the others say. Do you happen to know where they are?"
I nod. "Yes, John is out at Sarah's, we shouldn't bother him, he and Sherlock had a row. Sherlock is in the shower on my order."
Another emotion flickers across his face. 'He's impressed!' My brain cheered.
"The shower?" He looks perplexed now. "Why?"
"He was in the living room when the explosion happened and needed to make sure all the glass particles were off of his skin, he did bag all of his clothes and I combed glass residue out of his hair. He said it might help since the explosion was right across the way." My tail flicked behind me and I cursed myself and tried to subtly wrap it around me.
Of course I'm as subtle as a bull moose and the movement is quick and jerky. 'Way to go, like he's NOT going to notice that' I flatten my ears to me head.
I see his eyes flicker and understanding cross his features. "Well, when he is done we will have questions for him, for now I'll ask you. Where were you when the incident happened?"
"The shower, I just got home from job hunting and I felt icky so I decided to grab a shower."
"What did you do when you heard it?"
"Jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and went to check on Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson with shampoo still in my hair."
"Where was Sherlock when you found him?"
"Face down, between the two windows, facing the stairs."
"Was he injured?"
"Nope, but I was. I'm going to need stitches in both of my feet."
Mrs. Hudson runs off, probably to grab a chair for me.
"I had Sherlock wrap them for me once I was done rinsing my hair."
"We will have someone drive you to the hospital to get you stitches after we're done with the questioning."
Once he finishes the sentence Mrs. Hudson arrives with the chair and practically pushes me into it taking my flats off to check if Sherlock had done the wrapping right. The bandages were of course soaked in my blood.
A few minutes later Sherlock starts down the stairs, fully dressed with the bags with his old clothes and the glass particles in them.
"Here you go Greg, tell Donovan no to lose them."
'Greg, that's a nice name' I think softly. He seems like a very sweet man. 'Strong too, bet the sex is great' I blink rapidly. 'Where hell did that come from? Bad kitty!'
I noticed I missed a chunk of conversation as medics rush in and help try to help me on a gurney.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes!" Three sets of voices say at once, I look up and all eyes are on me. 'Okay, I'm totally out voted on this one.'
I sigh. "Fine, Sherlock will you at least come with me… I'm… I'm actually afraid of needles and having someone with me would be useful."
I see him start to shake his head when he perks up. "Yes of course, I'll go with you, if you really want."
I look over my shoulder to see his brother standing in the doorway.
I grin at Sherlock knowingly. "Thanks a lot." I stick my tongue out at him.
The look of confusion on Mycroft's face is hysterical.
"If you're going with her then I'll ask the questions now." Greg says approaching us again, flanked by the rudest looking man I'd ever seen.
I can see a sneer on his face that's directed at Sherlock.
Greg asks his questions, with rude remarks by the man, who I find out is named Anderson, and thankfully we are free to go.
Sherlock and I are quiet as we leave the house.
As we approach the ambulance I notice a beautiful woman approaching us who smells like she just had sex.
"Hey freak!" I feel my heart rate accelerate a bit. "Has Lestrade questioned you yet?"
"Yes Donovan, he told me I could go with John's younger sister to the hospital." He says, staring off in the distance.
"Don't lie to me freak, John doesn't have a younger sister so you…"
I can't stand her mouth, I'm already worked up a bit from Anderson being rude to Sherlock and this woman opens her big mouth and instantly insults him, so I cut her off quickly. "Hey you, yes you, Donovan was it? I'm John's little sister, just got back from the U.S. I got hurt when I went to help Sherlock out, Detective Lestrade said we could go, so you might want to get off your high horse and calm your ass down."
She glares at me and I glare right back, knowing I could intimidate her pretty quickly. I give her a heated glare and she looks away quickly, I smirk in triumph.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get several sets of stitches in my foot, thank you for doing your job, have a nice day." I say this all with a false innocence. "Oh and by the way, Sherlock is freaking brilliant."
I nod at the medic and he pushes me toward the ambulance.
A smirk comes across Sherlock's far off expression, and then he turns his head to look down at Donovan. Taking just a moment to silently gloat, Sherlock then moves towards the ambulance. He seems to be checking me out again. "I don't like it when people are mean for no reason other than to be mean… She called you a freak. She's lucky I didn't bite her."
Sherlock smirks a bit. "She does that on fairly regular bases."
"Stupid bitch" I mutter. "She smelled like fresh sex. She's like a dog in heat because there was more than one smell there."
Sherlock nods. "She frequently cheats on her husband with her partner."
I grimace. "How can people not be loyal to each other?"
We keep the conversation rolling as the medic stabs me with the needle with pain killers, which is followed with a string of curses.
When we finally arrive at the hospital a while later, I'm still grumbling under my breath, all the while Sherlock tries not to laugh at me.
I get rolled into the hospital where a pissed off looking woman does my check in, she checks my chart several times and from the look of her she sees something she doesn't quite like but shrugs it off. I am then taken to an ER room and helped into the bed as Sherlock settles into the chair next to me as she inserts my IV drip. I try not to curse again, but fail miserably. I apologize to both the nurse and Sherlock.
I decide now would be a good time to throw something at Sherlock "Why haven't you told John?"
He looks at me a little shocked but recovers pretty quickly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
I snort 'My head feels really fuzzy' I then giggle. 'Crap, I think they've given me too high a drip'
I push the call nurse button. "Yes you do, come on, why won't you tell him that you're his mate? I think everyone else knows it." I flail my arms around a bit.
I watch Sherlock closely, my brain not being subtle in my drugged state.
His eye brow cocks and I blush a deep red. The nurse finally decides to show up. 'Oh my god what took her so long… Wait that wasn't too long'
"What seems to be the problem Ms. Watson?"
'Wow her accents pretty' I grin a little and then shake myself.
"Sorry, umm, I think my drip is going too fast."
She goes over and her eyes go wide. "Let me fix that."
I look over and see a bunch of numbers I should understand, but my brain doesn't seem to process them very well.
"Umm I think those numbers are bad, normally I'd be able to tell, can you tell Sherlock?"
He nods and looks over, then glairs at the nurse. "Are you lot trying to kill her, that is over the recommended dose she should have been given."
"Sorry sir, I wasn't the one who gave her the drip." She clamps off the drip and runs to get another needle, I groan until she shoves it into my drip tube. "This should help it flush your system; I'll go check where there was a mix up Ma'am." I see her look at my chart before she leaves the room, a look of rage covers her face.
We watch as the nurse storms out and I turn to Sherlock. My tail begins to sway and swish erratically, Sherlock can't help but follow it for a few moments.
"I'm serious though Sherlock, why haven't you told him? I know for a fact he feels the pull too. I also know that he would accept you with open arms."
I watch him again as my head begins to clear a bit, he seems conflicted, like he's had this conversation before.
"I want him to come to me willingly, without being told about the mating. I don' want someone who is only doing it out of obligation." He sneers.
I laugh and he looks slightly startled. "Do you know John at all? He wouldn't do it out of obligation, he would do it cause he cares too. Sherlock, John thinks he is straight, and unless you out right tell him he's not going to take the hint. He probably feels the pull too and doesn't know how to handle it."
We both look up as a loud screaming match starts in the hall in front of my room and Sherlock jumps up and hides next to the door to listen. My tail steadies, as much as is possible for a tripping cat, and I try to listen as well but my head is still to fuzzy to catch much.
I watch his face grows angrier and angrier until he storms out of the room to confront whatever is going on.
After 10 minutes he storms back in.
"Give me your cell phone." He barks at me.
I toss it to him without thinking.
"What's wrong?" I ask in concern.
After a few minutes the other side answers.
"Yes, we have a slight problem, one of the nurses here just tried to overdose John's sister… Yes I'm sure…. She called in another nurse because her head was feeling funny, she was also acting erratically….. I also just heard the woman confess to it outside of her room….. I personally think it was because she's a Changer and the nurse is extremely prejudice…. Thank you Mycroft, just make sure he doesn't send Anderson or Donavan. There was an… altercation earlier… and if either of them show up she would possibly maim one of them…." He then hangs up and tosses my cell onto the end of the bed.
"Are you going to confront Lestrade on him being your mate?"
I blush and nod my head. "I want to get to know him first before tell him, but yes I will."
"He was married before."
My eyes cloud over with tears. 'I waited…'
"That's fine" I say brushing a tear away. "It happens, he isn't a Changer or an Embodied, and he didn't know he had a mate out there waiting for him. Yes it hurts a little, but I knew there was a possibility that my mate would be taken."
"You're upset"
I nod and look over to Sherlock only to find a box of tissue in my face. I smile and accept it.
I begin to thank him when we here another scuffle outside my room, Sherlock is up and out the door in an instant.
After about 10 minute he walks back in with an officer I hadn't met yet and start to get questioned again.
He leaves with all his notes and the woman in handcuffs, cursing up a storm about how Changers were destroying the planet and they were an abomination and how we should thank her for getting the scum off the planet.
The whole time Sherlock watches my reaction, I don't even bat an eye. "This happened a lot in the states; they hate Changer's there just as much as they hate their gays."
The second nurse walks in just then. "Now Ms. Watson let's take a look at your foot"
A second nurse walks in and begins to fiddle with the machine under the close scrutiny of the other nurse, all while she slowly unwraps my foot, as she does the doctor walks in. They both take one look at my feet a grimace.
"Hello Ms Watson, I'm doctor Jonathan Williams, I'm sorry about earlier, that woman has only been interning at the hospital for a week now, for now let's see what we can do about your foot."
I feel the medication begin to take effect again, just at a much lower dosage then before.
They begin to prep my foot, complimenting Sherlock at how well my cleaned and bandaged the wound, as they begin to stitch I begin to scream, but not once did I move my legs.
At a young age, whenever I had to go get stitches I would end up kicking the doctor in the face. John finally thought up a way to get that to stop after my 5th trip to the ER. He told me that I could scream all I wanted, but I couldn't thrash around. On that trip the only thing the doctor walked out with was ringing ears.
As they keep stitching a feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up to see Sherlock looking concerned and disgruntled. As soon as they finish I speak up.
"Sorry about that, it was either scream loudly or kick the doctor, I picked screaming." I grimaced.
The doctor gave me instructions on how to clean them and myself. 'Looks like bathes for a while.' And we were allowed to leave.
I feel Sherlock's eyes on me the entire way to his flat.
I sigh. "Look Sherlock, like I told you my first night here, I won't tell John" I watch him relax slightly. "but I think you should tell him. I know he cares about you, you just have to trust that he wants to be with you, not just because of the pull."
I see his scowl get deeper but he remains relaxed.
The cab has to drop us off a few blocks from the flat. 'Thank god for my feet being numb.'
I hobble along slowly and Sherlock walks next to me, keeping to my pace and catching me every time I veer off course or almost fall. 'Jeez' I sigh internally 'He must really hate being around his brother' I smile sadly.
I hear him groan. "I don't need your pity when it comes to my brother."
"I know, I always think that all siblings have what John and I have, then I remember my relationship with our sister." I frown, John and I had visited her the week Sherlock had left the country for a case. Turns out she's still drinking, much harder than a few months ago. I was hard being in her flat, the smell of alcohol thick in the air; we had to leave early because I had gotten a migraine. I wanted to have an intervention, but neither of us could afford to put her in rehab.
As we approach the flat my danger sense flairs up. My cat senses telling me something was off. The moment we enter the flat the smell hits me and my stomach churns, I try to rush up to the second floor bathroom only to be blocked by Donavan, I open my mouth to warn her but it's too late.
I get sick all over her shoes. I feel a pair of hands gather up my curls and hold them out of my face as Donavan screeches in horror. My legs wobble as I grab the railing for support and Donavan jumps back in disgust.
The owner of the hands starts to rub my back, the other hand still holding my curls out of my face. After my stomach has emptied, it apparently thinks there still stuff left over.
I feel someone wipe my face and carry me off the stairs. I look up to see a pair of deep brown eyes looking at me with concern.
His eyes have me mesmerized until my stomach tries to heave again, only to come up empty.
He carries me outside and sets me on the front stoop. I take deep breaths to calm my stomach. My mind is screaming to me NOT SAFE PROTECT SHERLOCK, but I ignore it for now, I try to listen to the heart beats that are in the flat, but the noise out here is too much, and being drugged up isn't helping either.
"I'm so sorry" I manage to gasp out.
"No problem" Lestrade says with a smirk "Not often I get to carry a damsel in distress."
I chuckle. "Yes well, I haven't been carried like that since I was at least 10; you did a fine job being my white night."
His smile gets bigger and I'm stunned again into silence when I grinning Sherlock pops his head out.
"That was completely brilliant."
"I'm glad my pucking entertains you Sherlock. What's up?" I look up at him.
"Was it the over dose on medication that made you ill? No, it was something in the flat..."
"There was a smell; it made me feel sick to my stomach the minute I breathed it in."
Sherlock's brow furrows. "The only people who have been in the house are police and firemen."
I shrug and then freeze; I know that smell, that's the smell from the dream. Sherlock of course notices.
"You know the smell from somewhere already."
"Not safe." I croak out. "When I get a whiff of a smell that I feel is unsafe I have many different reactions, the throwing up is a first." I pause and take a breath through my mouth, gagging at the taste. "I… I've smelled it before, but not in person, in my dreams."
Both Sherlock and Lestrade look puzzled as a disgruntled Donovan storms out of the flat.
She glares at me and I glare right back, making sure my pupils dilated a little, I pull back my lip in a snarl as well.
She starts to speak when Lestrade cuts her off.
"Not now Donovan, go report to Johnson for orders."
"But sir…"
"She didn't get sick on purpose, lay off it and do as you're ordered."
I hear her growl softly and storm off mumbling about me the whole way.
I feel my tail twitch in irritation and freeze. 'Mother Fletcher!'
I look up at Sherlock and try to motion to my tail subtly.
Lestrade snorts. "If you're trying to hide it, you're doing a poor job; I saw it and your ears when we first got here."
I blush and hide my face. "It's not something I show off, some people don't react well."
He nods. "Well you won't see me discriminating on that, I had a few Changers and Shifters as friends when I was in school, we even have a few at the station."
I smile. "Yeah I had a few friends who joined the police force or the army because of their abilities."
Sherlock finally tunes into the conversation. "What did you mean by 'you knew the smell from your dreams'?"
I blush again "Well Sherlock I AM a cat."
AN: AND here is our break! I thought here would be a good place to stop, and it's not too big of a cliff hanger! ^_^ I wanted to show that Changers lives can be easy and hard, I mean they may have been around for very long time but that doesn't mean people are accepting, I mean look at the world we live in. Now I know season 3 has come out (Tumblr has exploded so hard!) I haven't watched it yet (But I plan to) Mary is probably not going to be in this fic, please don't be upset, but like I said I'm not killing Sherlock. I must warn you though the next chapter will be a while, I don't know how to write Moriarty, but seeing as I've been doing well with Sherlock ^_^ Also The next few chapter's are all in Sam's POV, except when needed, like Sherlock analyzing or maybe John's for a little bit when he's captured. Also Reviews would be nice, I'd love to know what I need to work on ^_^
