I have decided that this will pretty much just be a collection of one shots all on the same theme, this ones quite short and follows on from the last chapter.
Hope you like it:)
John was pulled from his dreams by something tickling his chest and arms. He opened his eyes slowly trying to place the unfamiliar sensation and what he saw made him start fully awake. There was a little black ball of fur sitting on his chest, pawing at his neck.
"Sherlock?" John was surprised, after seeing Sherlock yesterday, he had at least expected a fully grown cat, not a tiny black kitten.
"Good morning John." The kitten (Sherlock) had spoken. Literally opened his mouth and human words had come out.
"Erm, care to explain? Wait no, how are you feeling now? You clearly managed to change." He was still trying to get over the fact that Sherlock could talk in this form but soon disregarded that after realising it probably wouldn't be the weirdest thing that happened today.
"Yes I changed while I was asleep. I woke up like this." John gently picked Sherlock up off his chest and sat up against the headboard, cradling the small cat against his chest. He didn't know how Sherlock would react to being stroked but if his purring was anything to go by, he didn't mind.
"Sherlock, how about you tell me more about all of this, I don't have work today and I really want to know." He asked quietly because he couldn't tell if Sherlock was asleep or not.
"Ok, what do you want to know?" Sherlock yawned halfway through but his eyes were open and alert, John noticed that Sherlock's eyes were the same colour as when he was human but the pupil's were much more elongated.
"Well, are you always a kitten? Or can you change into something else?" He was finding it difficult to associate this little, purring machine with the great consulting detective that he knew.
Sherlock stopped purring and for a second, John thought he had offended him but as he drew out from the warm cocoon of John's arms, he gave his hand a warm lick. John slowly lowered the squirming kitten to the bad and put him on top of the duvet. Sherlock circled a few times and eventually laid down after tripping over the quilt. When John laughed, he got the fiercest death glare from a cat that he had ever seen.
"I chose this form because it is the least intimidating one that I have. I could have chosen to wake you looking like this," Sherlock paused and stretched, then kept stretching until his body had morphed into the shape of a fully grown black cat, fluff and all.
"Or this," He changed again to something that resembled a totally black lion cub.
"Or this." His voice had taken on a lower timbre and it took him longer to change. Once he had done, John was astounded, laying on the bed in front of him was a fully grown black panther, fangs, claws and all in-between.
John couldn't speak, he was utterly amazed by his flatmate and reached out a hand to stroke his head, Sherlock leaned into him and made a deep rumbling sound that John's recognised as a purr. He had no idea how he had ever ended up with such a unique partner and promised himself that he would never let him go.
"Sherlock, you're absolutely beautiful." John spoke in an awed whisper and stroked further down the big cats back. Sherlock turned to him and pinned him with his almost human gaze.
"I love you John." It was strange hearing it from a cat but he supposed it didn't really make that much difference.
"I love you too Sherlock, so much."
He pulled Sherlock back down onto the bed and they slept the whole day away.
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