John acted on instinct and his hand flew across Sherlock's face.
"Don't be stupid!" John yelled at him, "You cannot get spayed! You're not a cat!"
Sherlock looked up at him wide eyes and whimpered. John immediately felt guilty. He knew it had been his own fear that had caused him to strike out and all it did was hurt Sherlock. Images of scalpels and needles against Sherlock's flesh had caused him to mentally scream and strike out at the closest thing. Sherlock's ears flattened against his head and he made a sad mewling sound.
"No, now don't do that," John pleaded, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
John reached forward and stroked Sherlock's face. Sherlock had tears in his eyes and John felt awful. Idiot, he berated himself, why would you hit such a wonderful little kitten? Then he had to shake his head for calling Sherlock a kitten. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock and pulled him onto his lap. Sherlock curled up and snuggled into John's chest. John started counting and when he hit 4 Sherlock started purring.
"Something does need to be done," Mycroft said, making John jump (he'd forgotten the other Holmes was there), "We're going to have to take a look and see what we're dealing with."
Sherlock made another whimpering noise and stiffened against John. John petted his head and rubbed his lower back.
"It's ok, Sherlock," John assured him, "It'll be ok."
Sherlock looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"I'll be there," John added, "The whole time. You won't be alone and I'll make sure no one does anything bad, ok?"
Sherlock visibly relaxed and snuggled back into John's chest. John took that to mean Sherlock was ok with it and looked up at Mycroft who nodded and left. John sighed, feeling rather tired and sick. Sherlock rolled his head and looked at John.
"Can you rub that place again?" Sherlock asked sheepishly.
"Of course, Sherlock," John answered, his fingers moving to find the place, "Just relax. Everything is going to be ok."
Sherlock nodded and buried his face in John's shoulder. Then John located the right place and Sherlock arched his back letting out the most obscene meow yet. John blushed as Sherlock settling back onto his lap and began purring all over again. John hardly even flinched when Sherlock started licking at his jaw. Just a normal day with Sherlock Holmes, he thought, angling his head so it would be more comfortable for Sherlock.
"You can't be in here," the doctor said firmly, "This whole thing is very delicate. We don't know what might happen."
"I'll tell you what will happen if you don't let me in there," John said in an equally firm voice, "That man will be nervous and irritable and then something will go wrong because he can't relax. And then he'll get hurt and then I'll have to kill you for hurting him. Do I make myself clear?"
The doctor swallowed and nodded, moving to the side so John could come forward to sit by Sherlock, who was laying on his side. Sherlock was twitching about where he was laying, his ears and tail going mad. John came around in front of him and sat down on a chair that was conveniently provided. Sherlock sighed as he saw him, his body relaxing.
"It's going to be ok," John assured him, "They just want to see what's going on in there."
"I already know!" Sherlock snapped, "It perfectly simple that my body has grown feline reproductive parts! How else would I go into heat?"
John pinched the bridge of his nose and took a few calming breaths.
"I know that you know," John answered, "But they need to make sure. Not to mention they need to know where everything is at so they can remove it."
Sherlock visibly paled and his ears turned in a way that John hadn't seen before.
"It's ok, everything is going to be ok," John said, "I promise. I'll be here the whole way and you'll never have to worry. I'll do the worrying for you, ok?"
Sherlock nodded and his ears relaxed. John took that to be a good sign. The doctor came in and started talking, but John hardly listened and he could tell that Sherlock wasn't listening either. John reached forward and took one of his hands and squeezed it. Sherlock smiled slightly and relaxed even further, keeping his eyes on John.
"Well, Mr. Holmes, you're in quite the predicament," the doctor said in an amused voice.
Sherlock hissed at him and clutched harder to John's arm.
"Doc, could you please just tell us what's going on?" John asked in his most patient voice.
"Your body has grown fallopian tubes and ovaries out of your rectum," the doctor stated coolly, "Turning your rectum into a uterus. However, your rectum still serves its normal purpose, so actual insemination and pregnancy would be impossible."
John was pretty relieved at that, but Sherlock didn't seem any less tense.
"Can you get rid of it?" Sherlock pressed, hissing noises escaping around the words.
"Yes, I believe we can," the doctor answered, "Though it will be a painful recovery."
That's when Sherlock relaxed, the hissing noises fading away. He laid his head on John's shoulder and sighed.
"That's fine," John spoke up, "We can deal with pain, can't we Sherlock?"
Sherlock nodded, eagerly agreeing with John.
"Well, then we'll see you in a few days," the doctor said, getting up and heading to the door.
John felt like laughing with relief that everything would be fine. He stood up, taking Sherlock with him, as he refused to let go of John. As they made their way out of the building, John suddenly realized how much Sherlock had shown his emotions since the whole cat ordeal had started. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
"How long will you stay?" Sherlock whispered.
John looked down at the detective who was currently fighting against the drugs that they gave him to fall asleep. His eyes locked with John's and John knew it wasn't just about the surgery. Sherlock was really asking John how long he was stay with him at Baker Street. John considered making a joke to try to lighten up the mood, but he knew that wasn't what Sherlock wanted or needed. His heart was breaking in his chest as the man waited patiently for his answer.
What could John really promise Sherlock? He knew how many times he'd felt like just leaving, but did that mean that someday he finally would? He knew what the absolute truth was and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that that was what Sherlock wanted and needed to hear. But John wondered if he was strong enough to say it. He looked away for a moment at the doctors and nurses bustling about and took a deep breath. He looked back at Sherlock.
"Forever," he answered firmly.
Little note: O.O I hope you guys liked it...No details on the surgery because I just cannot do any more research on the matter. X.x It's killin' me. But, good news is, Sherlock will be happy and heat-free! Yay! Love you all!
