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What mrs. Hudson did	By : Trollmia Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 2
Sherlock accepted the cat-food.. actually he was not quite sure it was cat-food since it came in several bottles. And his rather disbelieving look made mrs. Hudson to smile.
“The kitten is just a very little kitten, it needs baby-formula, thus the bottles. Now shoo, shoo.. go help your boyfriend. He needs help taking care of that kitty,” said mrs. Hudson with her soft smile and put her wrinkly hand on Sherlock’s stunned face. “I am sure you will be excellent parents to that little critter.”
And with that the old lady disappeared down the stairs, leaving Sherlock in complete shock. That was until he heard John talk ever so sweetly to something that was not him and that made him rage... well for all nort point two seconds... when he saw the object of John’s sweet talking. Who ever could feel angry at such a cute, fluffy thing.
The tabby-colored kitten inside John’s embrace looked at Sherlock with dark blue eyes and it mewled.
“Holmes?? Where did you get all those bottles?!” asked John as he rubbed the little kitten’s belly, earning himself a deep purring.
“Uhu?”
“SHERLOCK!! Get a grip will you man!! Where did you get all those bottles of baby-formula??!” asked John again.
And then Sherlock suddenly seemed to be very surprised to have all the bottles in his grasp and he fiddeled with them and they all fell to to the ground. He fumbled as he tried to get them all up again.
“Sherlock? What are you doing?”
“Ehh... Mrs. Hudson... it was... I mean.. SHE GAVE THEM TO ME!!” The last he almost screamed. Sherlock really didn’t want to be in touch with the bottles at all.
John frowned but his concerns about his flatmate deflated as the little critter in his arms mewled weakly. He just picked up one of the bottles. Looked at the content and then sprayed some on his tongue and realized, it was milk. Thick milk... thicker than ordinary milk. He smiled and put the nappy against the little critter’s mouth and it grabbed it and sucked it almost at once.
“Look, Sherlock... Look... he’s eating.. or she.. I am not sure what gender it is.. but look... it is eating... Sure... tell me, don’t you think it’s cute?” mumbled John as the kitten suckled the bottle.
Sherlock nodded without even knowing it. But he was not sure to what he was agreeing to... sure the kitten was cute... but his doctor/blogger.. he was eqaully as cute.
“Can’t we keep him?” asked John, totally oblivious to the intense stare from the detective.
“As long as I can keep you,” Sherlock said without thinking.
“Ok.. good..” John smiled that warm smile that Sherlock know knew meant everything to him. And the poor soldier had no idea to what he accepted at that moment.
Sherlock just nodded dumbly and yet he smiled victoriously. He had managed to get his beloved doctor and the innocent man had no idea to what he just agreed to.
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Two weeks went by....
And John began to wonder what the hell was wrong with his flat-mate. The man had gone positively mad with some sort of jealousy. Against all of John’s female friends, not to mention against his own brother and even against DI Lestrade. Even poor old mrs. Hudson got a few flashes of it too, although the old lady just smiled and patted them both on the cheeks and said it all would work out for the best.
The tabby-kitty now named mr. Marsmallow, had found a spot next to John at night, but when it heard the insomniac named Sherlock went about in the kitchen (read trying to do all kinds of crazy experiments..), it came forth and rubbed against Sherlock’s legs, purring heavily.
And Sherlock couldn’t blame that he was a domesticated sociopath anymore.. So he picked up the six week old little kitten and cuddled with it.. and was rewarded with even more purr.
“Silly cat,” mumbled Sherlock as he fell down one night on the couch with the kitten on his chest. “You are so silly Mr. Marshmallow... just like my John...”
The kitten looked as if it was smiling and pushed his nose into Sherlocks neck and fell alseep.
Sherlock sighed but he did not have the heart to remove the blasted critter from his chest.
“How I wish you were like my John... I want him to sleep with me like this too,” mumbled Sherlock as he found the purring of the kitten to be very sleep-inducing. And not before long he was sleeping.
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“How I wish you were like my John... I want him to sleep with me like this too...” The words came softly from the detective and John heard them as he was about to enter the room, aiming for the kitchen and he felt a bit peckish.
The sight of Sherlock laying on the couch with the small kitten on his chest, pushing his little nose into that marble white... oh all that marble white neck... purring.. John felt jealous.
And yet, he could hear thos soft spoken words from the detective... “My John, I want him to sleem with me like this too...”
Sweet Queen of England – it should come with a hasardous lable to mumble such things when you were Sherlock Holmes!! Or at least, that was what John thought at the moment. Because a beautiful man like Sherlock – he shouldn’t have kittens around no matter what because it would make him a free meal for any one that had an good eye out for him... (and according to John that was three persons... Himself, DI Lestrade and Sherlocks damn disturbed brother Mycroft!!)...
“Come here Mr. Marshmallow – it is time for your meal,” John mumbled and gently grabbed the little kitten from it’s position on Sherlock’s chest.
The little kitten mewled in response but once it recognized John’s smell it stopped and settled down in his arms.
“There little guy.. now, it is time for your feeding.. Come along... let’s go into the kitchen.” John mumbled but the words he had heard from Sherlock was still haunting him.
‘My John...’ That was a posessive answer if you asked John.
‘Why would I be his John?’ asked John himself as he started to bottlefeed the little kitten in his arms as he done so many times now. ‘How can I be his John???’ the questions overflooded his brain and he stopped thinking at that moment.
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Another week gone by....
‘Those little boys.. they can’t see it...’ mrs. Hudson thought as she watched the doctor and the detective just walking each other by and she felt annoyed. Her plan was not working at all.
“Please little Mr. Marshmallow – we need to do something here to make them come together... what shall we do?” she asked the kitten she now was looking at as her boys were out and about.
Then a small evil smile appeared on her lips...
“What do you think about me faking a faint something or the like?... Let’s try that... It would get them up and about don’t you think Mr. Marsmallow?!”
The little kitten looked almost as it smiled in response.
“Good, then let us try that, shall we...” Mrs. Hudson smirked and found the perfect spot in her flat... the perfect spot for them to find her “fainted” body... In their kitchen – turned laboratory...

TBC....

The cuteness is building up.... And what do you think?? Isn't Mr. Marshmallow a good name for a tabby?
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