Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: none

"(Your name) this isn't a good idea."

"It'll be fine John."

"You're going to kill me!"

"I'll plan a nice funeral."

"This isn't funny!"

"It's a little funny."

"(Your name)!"

"Alright alright. We'll see what Sherlock thinks." You turned towards the otter, who was boredly examining his paws. "Sherlock do you think John could survive me throwing him onto the counter?"

"Probably."

"You're sure?" John asked worriedly.

"Not really." Sherlock rolled to his feet, the sound of footsteps echoed and you all dove behind the counter. "Sherlock?" Molly's voice rung out.

"Ready?" You whispered and the boys nodded. You padded out, looking up at her, tail swaying. "Aww aren't you cute! How'd you get in here?" She kneeled down and scratched behind your ears, you felt yourself purr at the feeling. You shook your head, "Molly its me!"

The brunette jumped back, John and Sherlock soon appeared at your side. "Molly we need your assistance." Sherlock propped himself up on his hind legs. "Y-you're talking. How are you talking?" She dropped her clipboard, you barely managed to dodge it. "Molly it's Sherlock. I don't have time for this. We need you to help us change back."

"But how-"

"We don't know." He cut her off sharply. "The first thing you can do is aid us by sitting us on the counter."

Molly nodded and picked each of you up, placing you on the counter. You felt uncomfortable with being man handled and hissed slightly. "Sorry!" Molly sat you down, retracting her arms. You sat beside Sherlock, curling your tail. "What do we do first?" You asked.

"First we need a DNA sample of each of us." Sherlock walked over to John and bit him , causing John to hop in the air and howl. There was no blood, but Sherlock got a good amount of a fur in his mouth. He spat it out on his microscope, he did the same to himself and then he looked at you.

"Sherlock Holmes you keep your otter teeth to yourself." You backed away from him, he shrugged. "I don't have to. Your a cat, you'll eventually cough something up." He looked at his microscope, "Molly please find a book or something for me to sit on." He looked at her and she quickly nodded and hurried off. You felt anxiety creep up within you, what if it didn't go away this time, what if Sherlock couldn't find a cure? You felt your ears twitch slightly with your worrying, you decided to lay down and rest your tired legs. Sherlock seemed to sense this and looked over at you, unsure of what to do. He crawled over and wrapped his body around yours, his flank feeling warm against yours. You looked over at him, "are you sure we can fix this?" You placed your head back down on your paws.

"There's a high probable chance that we'll change back in time, but I'm sure I can do something." He placed his head on top of yours. You sighed, finding a strange comfort in the gesture. You almost laughed at the strangeness of the entire situation. The sound of an awkward throat clearing met your ears and you and Sherlock perked up to find Molly rocking back and forth on her heels, a book in hand. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked nervously and you shook your head. "No." You prodded Sherlock with your nose, "go, let me know if I can help."

He nodded and hopped up on the book Molly sat down and peered in the microscope. Molly stood back with you, she looked down at you. "He really cares for you, doesn't he?" She sighed and you nodded, too busy staring at your genius boyfriend to notice the crushed look in Molly's eyes.

The night continued on, Sherlock performing experiments while you and John found ways to entertain yourselves. First you rolled a pencil back and forth, then you batted a paper ball back forth. Then you played the count the amount of times Sherlock told Molly he was in his mind palace, then you looked out the window and played punch buggy. But sadly he couldn't reach your shoulder and you sent him rolling. You currently stared out the window with him now, "Well this is fun." John remarked, looking at you. "How come I'm always the smallest?" He sighed, "because Sherlock's a giant and I've spent a lifetime in high heels."

"Really?"

"That was the closest to a scientific explanation youre getting out of me." You retorted.

Soon Molly let out a yawn, almost falling face first into the desk trying to stay awake. You hopped off the counter and on to a stool and then onto the table next to her. You gently pushed herself under her arm. "Molly go home."

"But Sherlock needs my help."

"You're exhausted, you've already done enough." You nudged her gently and she sighed, "Sherlock I'll see you tomorrow." She stood and grabbed a coat off the hanger, "(Y/N), you left his here last week. You guys can use this as a bed I suppose." She tiredly spread it across the counter. "Hooray to my forgetfulness!" You half cheered. The brunette nodded and exited, John already curled up in the black fabric. You looked over at Sherlock, his eyes were dropping but he fought to stay awake. His new little critter body was clearly not use to all the excitement and the tolerance he'd built up for long sleepless nights. You walked over and pushed him away from the microscope with your nose, finding your paws needed for keeping yourself from tumbling over. "Hey!" He exclaimed, glaring at you. "Sherlock. You're tired." You continued to nudge him towards your jacket. "But we need to change back!" He protested. "You're not good tired." You forced him on the coat and he sighed, looking at you. You curled up next to him, putting your tail over his flank as if signaling he better not move. "Now if this is my coat..." You stuck your nuzzle into your pocket and revealed a few pounds ( don't fuckin ask cause I don't fuckin know just be proud I didn't say dollars ) "Care to assist me with the vending machine outside?" ( do British people even have vending machines? Probably. I'm writing this and it's late and I'm tired so bare with me.) Sherlock was about to deny you but a rumbling from his stomach answered the question. "Cmon." You whispered, stepping over John and hopping off the counter, Sherlock following in pursuit. The two of you walked outside through the little crack in the door Molly had propped open'.

You felt the otter's gaze boating into you as you both padded along, you turned and looked at him. "Can I help you?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. Well you would if you had them. Sherlock looked down, seeming to do the closest think an otter could to a blush. "You're still beautiful." He said as if he was telling you 2+2 is four. You must of looked surprised, because he was staring at the ground. "It was stupid, I shouldn't of said anything." He padded ahead, "how far is this machine? I don't remember it being so far away, but our steps are much smaller causing an increase in distance."

You hurried back to his side, "thank you." You purred. He just looked at you for a moment before running straight smack into the machine. "Found it." He mumbled. You couldn't help but laugh, falling back into your hind legs.

( I had too I'm sorry)

"Now this will be a challenge." You remarked and looked up at the large machine. Soon you found yourself with paws propped against the machine, standing on Sherlock's shoulder, the money in your mouth. You attempted to slide it in but it kept going in every direction besides the one you wanted it to. After a frustrated hiss, you slammed it into the machine, it took it. (;)) you sighed with relief and used your nose to punch in the numbers.

"(Your name) you're too heavy." Sherlock whined, "hold on a second." You hissed, when a rumbling from the machine sounded, you hopped down.

***

The sound of a yowling pulled you from your heavily earned sleep, you looked down to find yourself curled up next to Sherlock, scattered wrappers around you. The yowling sounded again only to stop mid cry. "Sherlock." You hissed, swatting him.

"Hmm?" He slowly opened his eyes, after a moment he pushed himself up.

"There was a howling it came from the la-" both of you shared a look. "John."

You both sprinted ahead, both willing your legs to go as fast as possible. The door opened to A man seated in a desk chair, stroking an unconscious hedgehog. You looked up, baring your teeth and hissing as you felt claws pop from your paws.

"Awe Sherlock, did you and your little girlfriend miss me?"

A/N

Aye guys! Sorry this is so long but I couldn't contain the ideas I had for it. It'll be over in part 3 I assure you.

Field hockey tryouts tomorrow and I'm terrified.

FUNNY STORY TIME

so I go to get my sports physical and this really hot around-23-year-old nurse walks in and he gets all the stuff out and looks at me and says "I need to take your pulse."

And then I say "did my eyes give it away?"

And then he leans in real close to my ear and breathes down my neck and I shiver and he says......

"I am Sherlocked." Then pulled back, took my pulse and left.

SRS BUSINESS

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