Sherlock: Aristocats style 4
Sherlock/Aristocats crossover
Summary: Snanderson tries to kill Sherlock when he realises that Madame Hudson is leaving everything to him in her will. Luckily, John Watson is there to help him get home. Cat!Sherlock, Cat!Watson, slash but they're cats so nothing... uncomfortable, so don't worry.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Why the hell am I writing this? I am at university and this is how I spend my tiem?
Well, nothing for it but to 'think Goose,' I suppose... FML.
Chapter 4
'FML.' Thought John as he follwed the others. Why he was still tagging along he wasn't really sure. He didn't have anything specific to do in Paris, GOD knows he didn't want to spend any more time than he had to with these Geese, espescially the one in the pink hat. What was his name? Jim?
Well, anyway, it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. He had no family after all, and no real friends; he wandered around too long for that. 'May as well make sure that this Sherlock guy doesn't die on his way home I suppose. Doesn't exactly look like a practical kind of cat...'
It was odd really, Sherlock really acted like a bit of a dick, and his behaviour towards John had been no exception, and yet for some reason John couldn't fathom, he let him get away with it. They seemed to get on though... they fit together well, despite the fact that they had only really known each other for probably less than a day.
The others were having a conversation but John wasn't really listening.
"We're going to Paris to meet our Aunt Harriet! You simply must come along!" cried Jim shrilly.
"We're meeting her at Le Petit Cafe!" chorused Molly.
"La Petit Cafe? The famous restaurant?" Asked Sherlock. "The owner there owes me a favour. I figured out how the mice were getting into his kitchen."
This brought John back to the conversation, "And you just told him? You had a conversation with a human?" He stared at Sherlock incredulously, who in turn rolled his eyes, at least as much as a cat can.
"Of course not! Don't be such an idiot John, it's quite beneath you! No, I ate the mice. The owner was far too dull to try and waste time on explanations; but he appreciated the help nonetheless and now he gives me free food if ever I go there."
John simply accepted this and on they went.
Nothing eventful happened for a while after that. When they reached the cafe however there was a loud commotion, and a flurry of feathers as a large Goose came flying out of the kitchen door and down the alleyway towards them.
"Why!" Gasped Jim, "Why it's Aunt Harriet!"
The new Goose, only now noticing them shrieked in delight and stumbled up to them awquardly. "Ah! If it isn't my two favourite nieces!" She exclaimed loudly, earning a dark look from Kim, which she failed to notice.
"Clearly very heavily intoxicated," Sherlock muttered out of the corner of his mouth to John.
"I- I'd noticed..." was all John said in reply.
"Oh! Aunt Harriet what happened to your lovely tail feathers!" cried Molly, noticing for the first time that Harriets rump had been roughly plucked, leaving visible a sore red patch of pimply skin.
"You won't believe what they tried to do!" garbled Harriet as Molly and Jim fretted over her tail. "Prime country Goose! A la Provencale, STUFFED with chestnuts, and BASTED in white wine!" She read off the menu outside the front of the restaurant where they had somehow ended up.
"Basted? She's been marinated in it!" John muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sherlock to hear, causing the larger cat to giggle slightly.
Jim and Molly, who seemed to have totally forgotten about John and Sherlock picked up Harriet by the wings and escorted her away, laughing the whole time, about what, John had no idea...
Snanderson crept carefully into the stables, even though his squeaky shoes gave him away anyway, not that there was anyone to hear him but Sarah the horse.
She scowled at him, not that he noticed for all her efforts.
"Soon, night operation: Cat Napper will be completed! Wish me luck Sarah!" ha called before climbing onto his battered mororcycle and driving off into the night.
Does anyone else go to Aberdeen university btw? I know NO fangirls there. This is very sad for me.
So then... turns out i'm not dead yet, and i'm determined to finish this story! And theen onto revision!... vikings and anthropology. yay.
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Summary: Snanderson tries to kill Sherlock when he realises that Madame Hudson is leaving everything to him in her will. Luckily, John Watson is there to help him get home. Cat!Sherlock, Cat!Watson, slash but they're cats so nothing... uncomfortable, so don't worry.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Why the hell am I writing this? I am at university and this is how I spend my tiem?
Well, nothing for it but to 'think Goose,' I suppose... FML.
Chapter 4
'FML.' Thought John as he follwed the others. Why he was still tagging along he wasn't really sure. He didn't have anything specific to do in Paris, GOD knows he didn't want to spend any more time than he had to with these Geese, espescially the one in the pink hat. What was his name? Jim?
Well, anyway, it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. He had no family after all, and no real friends; he wandered around too long for that. 'May as well make sure that this Sherlock guy doesn't die on his way home I suppose. Doesn't exactly look like a practical kind of cat...'
It was odd really, Sherlock really acted like a bit of a dick, and his behaviour towards John had been no exception, and yet for some reason John couldn't fathom, he let him get away with it. They seemed to get on though... they fit together well, despite the fact that they had only really known each other for probably less than a day.
The others were having a conversation but John wasn't really listening.
"We're going to Paris to meet our Aunt Harriet! You simply must come along!" cried Jim shrilly.
"We're meeting her at Le Petit Cafe!" chorused Molly.
"La Petit Cafe? The famous restaurant?" Asked Sherlock. "The owner there owes me a favour. I figured out how the mice were getting into his kitchen."
This brought John back to the conversation, "And you just told him? You had a conversation with a human?" He stared at Sherlock incredulously, who in turn rolled his eyes, at least as much as a cat can.
"Of course not! Don't be such an idiot John, it's quite beneath you! No, I ate the mice. The owner was far too dull to try and waste time on explanations; but he appreciated the help nonetheless and now he gives me free food if ever I go there."
John simply accepted this and on they went.
Nothing eventful happened for a while after that. When they reached the cafe however there was a loud commotion, and a flurry of feathers as a large Goose came flying out of the kitchen door and down the alleyway towards them.
"Why!" Gasped Jim, "Why it's Aunt Harriet!"
The new Goose, only now noticing them shrieked in delight and stumbled up to them awquardly. "Ah! If it isn't my two favourite nieces!" She exclaimed loudly, earning a dark look from Kim, which she failed to notice.
"Clearly very heavily intoxicated," Sherlock muttered out of the corner of his mouth to John.
"I- I'd noticed..." was all John said in reply.
"Oh! Aunt Harriet what happened to your lovely tail feathers!" cried Molly, noticing for the first time that Harriets rump had been roughly plucked, leaving visible a sore red patch of pimply skin.
"You won't believe what they tried to do!" garbled Harriet as Molly and Jim fretted over her tail. "Prime country Goose! A la Provencale, STUFFED with chestnuts, and BASTED in white wine!" She read off the menu outside the front of the restaurant where they had somehow ended up.
"Basted? She's been marinated in it!" John muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sherlock to hear, causing the larger cat to giggle slightly.
Jim and Molly, who seemed to have totally forgotten about John and Sherlock picked up Harriet by the wings and escorted her away, laughing the whole time, about what, John had no idea...
Snanderson crept carefully into the stables, even though his squeaky shoes gave him away anyway, not that there was anyone to hear him but Sarah the horse.
She scowled at him, not that he noticed for all her efforts.
"Soon, night operation: Cat Napper will be completed! Wish me luck Sarah!" ha called before climbing onto his battered mororcycle and driving off into the night.
Does anyone else go to Aberdeen university btw? I know NO fangirls there. This is very sad for me.
So then... turns out i'm not dead yet, and i'm determined to finish this story! And theen onto revision!... vikings and anthropology. yay.
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