A/N: Just so you're aware, this is NOT a Cat!lock. Not my cup of tea. I just think that it's highly likely this is the way our boys find themselves with a pet... and I just love cats. Mine is named McGonagall, by the way. Can you tell I'm a fangirl yet (HA as if there was a question?!)? This will be one of three parts but not all back to back! I'll let you know :)
Fun fact: Copernicus is the astronomer who first proposed that the Earth rotates around the Sun and that the Sun is indeed the center of the galaxy... Hope you enjoy the pun.
Hope you enjoy, later tonight you will recieve some more BAMF!John. Go forth and tell me what you think!
The Visitor
For a long time, all that she knew was thirst. Sure, there was the hunger deep in her belly but the dryness of her sand-paper tongue outweighed everything. As she treaded through the streets and alley-ways her green eyes looked longingly into the dimly lit windows. It was nearly morning, the sun slowly rising through the towering buildings of London. There has to be someone… finally a large black door opened and she cautiously watched as an ashy-haired man dressed in a soft looking white jumper emerged. He walked over to the trash can she was hiding behind and deposited his trash bag.
Slowly she moved out of her hiding place, her eyes wide and pleading. The man stopped mid-turn, his tanned face turning soft. He kneeled down on his brown oxfords and held out his hand, "come here, come on." She didn't appreciate the patronizing but at least someone was acknowledging her existence instead of just calling her 'mangy' or 'dirty'. She walked over carefully, her orange tail hanging low. The man had gentle hands and she was too tired, too thirsty to fight as he picked her up. He began mumbling to himself about flees and diseases and rabies but all she could hear was the low rumbling purr which was escaping from her belly.
The man put her down again and she mewled in protest. He's leaving me already? The man with the gentle hands, brown oxfords and white jumper pat her head quickly and turned back, heading back in past the large black door. She sat down on tired legs and looked at the dirty pavement with a mixture of sorrow and hate. Then she heard a quiet creaking sound and, looking up quickly, she saw the man emerging yet again; this time he was holding a small blow bowl and a napkin…
"Here, love. You have to be quiet though, or Sherlock will find you. I'd hate to think of the experiments he may do on you," he smiled warmly, no malice in his voice that she could distinguish with her sensitive ears. He sat on the door step with a grunt and put down the bowl. Still suspicious, she slowly padded up to the round container and saw… water. Sniffing cautiously, she tasted the hydrating liquid carefully and nearly purred with pleasure.
Lapping it up enthusiastically, the man's still gentle hands were stroking her thin back. "You're so skinny, kitty. As a Doctor I suppose it's my duty to help you out. Surely Mrs. Hudson will understand why I took some of her fish…" with that he laid down the napkin, revealing the strips of haddock. Now she did purr, moving her back into the strokes. The man chuckled lightly, "well, you're welcome. You need a name I suppose… something that Sherlock might appreciate if I can convince him to maybe let you…" as she watched his face changed from perplexed to inspired to darkly humerous.
"Oh, I know the absolute perfect name for you, love. Sherlock'll love this…"
With a final stroke of his gentle hands the man rose from the step and gave one last loving look to her, smiling broadly.
"I'll be seeing you, Copernicus."