Requested by: jackskellingtonrulz5

You gripped the sides of your book tightly, every word edged on the suspense. Your legs were swung over the top of the couch as you sat upside down.

"A boy, I think from District 9, reaches the pack at the same time I do and for a brief time we grapple for it and then he coughs, splattering my face with blood. I stagger back, repulsed by the warm, sticky spray. Then the boy slips to the ground. That's when I see the knife in his back. Already other tributes have reached the Cornucopia and are spreading out to attack. Yes, the girl from District 2, ten yards away, running toward me, one hand clutching a half-dozen knives. I've seen her throw in training. She never misses. And I'm her next target.  I-"

Loud knocks from the door sounded suddenly, causing you to jump and slide off the couch, bumping your head on the coffee table. Turning on your phone screen, 1:00am. After muttering a variety of curses, you sat the book on the table and pushed yourself to your feet before walking over and opening the door of 221c. You looked around, finding no one.

You turned and walked over to your coffee table, finding two sets of beady eyes staring back at you. A loud scream erupted from your throat as you jumped.

"Y/N Please." Came the sound of a familiar baritone.

You looked around wide eyed, before settling on your coffee table. Two creatures crawled out of the shadows, revealing a small hedgehog and an otter. "Sherlock?!" You kneeled down, getting a closer look. A tiny scrap of fabric wrapped around his neck, resembling a scarf. "It's us." The hedgehog sighed, looking down at his paws. "I'm dreaming. That's it. No more cookies and reading at 1:00am." You pushing your book aside, shaking your head.

"I'm afraid it's not." The otter sighed.

"I told you it was a bad idea to mix unstable chemicals in the kitchen!" The little hedgehog squealed angrily, looking about ready to pounce.

"It's not my fault you let me do it anyway." The otter retorted.

That's when the hedgehog lost it.

Before you knew it, the two fur balls were rolling across your coffee table, just as they were about to fall off you caught them and pulled them apart. "Alright, ladies ladies you're both furry."

You carried the two into the kitchen and placed them on the island, glaring at the two creatures. "I swear I'm going to put you two in seperate corners."

"We are grown men Y/N." Sherlock's otter eyes narrowed, "Well your not acting like it, not to mention I'm now taller than you." You crossed your arms, a proud smirk upon your face. It immediately faded once you realized you were dressed in a completely see through top (and a bra thank god) and short shorts. You cleared your throat "Now what do I do with the two of you?"

Sherlock and John looked at each other before looking at you. They gave what appeared to be a shrug, you sighed before looking over at your clock. "1:45am. Alright, we're going to bed and we'll figure it out in the morning." You scooped the two up in your arms, sitting them on the couch. "Stay." You glared at Sherlock and particular before turning to fetch a blanket, "I'm older then you! I'm no animal!" The otter growled, you and John just looked at him for a moment. John cleared his throat and nodded at Sherlock's paws. Sherlock crossed his little arms, "I am an animal, but still older then you!"

"I'm taller." You smirked and grabbed two pillows and blankets, sitting the pillows side by side you picked up John and put him on one, Sherlock on the other and covered them up. You gave a small nod before walking away towards your room. "This whole things a dream. I'll wake up and have a normal boyfriend and a normal army doctor for neighbors." You muttered under your breath before climbing into your bed, letting the warm covers and sleep engulf you.

***

Warm sunlight burned through your eyelids, you groaned as you opened your eyes to find two beady eyes staring back at you. Your eyes widened and you screamed, "y/n calm down!" You rubbed your eyes, your vision clearing to find a little hedgehog looking back up at you. He was sitting on your stomach, "it wasn't a dream." You muttered and rubbed your eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Sherlock's stuck." He answered simply.

You raised an eyebrow and picked John up as he let out a squeal of protest. You kicked the covers off and stood, placing the hedgehog on the floor. "Lead the way." You took small steps as John did the best he could on his new found tiny legs. You stretched and yawned, becoming slightly alarmed as you saw your front door cracked open. John led you to it, you almost broke out into laughter at the sight of a little otter stuck in between the door frame and the door. His little tail facing you, you kneeled down as John started squealing. "She's here Sherlock!"

"What?! You got y/n?!"  The detective suddenly sounded very flustered and very embarrassed.

"I told you to wait to go to find a cure with the mess you call experiments, but NO. You don't ever listen!" John squealed angrily. You couldn't help but chuckle, the two sounded like an old married couple. You grabbed the door knob and twisted it, opening the door and freed the poor otter. He cleared his throat and scrambled to his paws, using them to smooth down his fur. You opened your mouth to comment but the sound of you phone ringing, you grabbed it off the table where it had been charging. It showed various messages from Greg.

There's been a murder, I'll send you the address.

Y/N we're down an officer with Donovan on vacation. Where are you?

Where the hell is Sherlock?

"Fuckin shiiiiiiiiitttttt." You sung as you scampered towards your room. The otter and Hedgehog followed curiously. You closed your door but raised your voice so they could hear you as you began to change furiously. "Lestrade needs us, he's been trying to get a hold of me all morning."  You pulled on a shoe, hopping out of your room. The boys running by your side, you gestured with your head towards the coffee table as you switched feet and pulled on the other shoe. "Hop in my purse." You ran in the bathroom, brushing your teeth with lightning speed. You ran back in the living room to find John climbing up Sherlock's back to get in the bag, you grabbed Sherlock by the tail and swung him up and they both not so steadily landed in the bag. "OW! Must you carry a book in your purse?" You heard Sherlock's muffled voice. You ignored him and rushed out the front door, off into the world.

****

"About time." Greg muttered as you walked towards the crime scene, a dead body sprawled out on the ground. A pool of blood surrounding it. "Where's Sherlock?" Lestrade raised an eyebrow. "He uuh," You searched your mind for an excuse. "Him and John are investigating a lead on another case."

"What other case?" Greg raised an eyebrow, clearly looking confused. You opened your mouth to speak but before you could Sherlock crawled out of your purse, followed by John. Sherlock scurried up your arm and wrapped himself around your neck like a scarf, you opened up your palm, allowing John to sit. "Who are these guys?" Greg asked curiously, "My...... cousin's pets. Yeah, She's on a business trip." You nodded, trying to look convincing. Greg pet Sherlock on the head. "Well he's a cute little thing." You bit your lip, fighting back a laugh as he pet the otter, you could practically feel the annoyance radiating off the detective. "Anywhoooooooooooo" You sung, spinning and turning towards the body. "What do we have here?"

*** Time Skip cause I pulled an all nighter and I'm to tired to be sciency enough to write a scenario***

It had been three days since the change, Sherlock was not at all happy that he hadn't been able to change back. He'd spent countless hours on a cure, with your assistance of course. He'd refused your help until he fell head first into the stage of his microscope. It'd been days and days of effort but alas, no successful results. You'd finally convinced Sherlock to come back to your flat, you could just imagine how it looked out the window. A woman arguing with an otter. You'd finally got them settled in their pillow beds. You watched the detective for a moment before walking back to your room. You and Sherlock had spent a lot of time that he wouldn't usually spend with you. When he wasn't being a pain in the ass, he was smart, and made you laugh. You loosely twirled your hair as you looked in the mirror. You were not falling in love with Sherlock Holmes. You repeated this in your mind over and over in your mind. You pulled back the covers of your bed and let yourself drown in the fluffy warmth, a small smile tugged at your lips. 

Okay. Maybe you were.

***

You let out a yawn as you walked out of your bedroom, stretching out tired muscles. You walked towards your kitchen. You froze in your tracks as you saw two nude grown men fast asleep on your sofa. You instantly used a hand to block your view before you backed into the hall where the wall blocked your vision. Smirking you walked back into your room, changing into your work clothes before walking out the door, leaving the two men to find out they had changed back themselves.

a/n

Heyo! Sorry this was so long, do you guys prefer short more frequent updates or longer not quite as frequent updates?

I will continue this match ups story sometime soon. I just felt it was getting a little long.

Ok guys so comment a song and I'll try to turn it into a oneshot. I'm expanding my taste in music, I mean I love Pan!c , fallout boy and Halsey but once you listen to them over and over they get a little less amazing.

Bye Bye for Now!