#high!sherlock

Stranger: You don't have a tail. Should I come home? HW

You: ...That might be best. Because unless whatever that mercenary managed to get into me was feline DNA, I'm hallucinating. - SH

Stranger: Alright. I'm on my way now. Just, dont move. JW

You: Don't worry. Face down on the sofa and not planning to go anywhere. - SH

Stranger: Good. I'll be home soon. JW

You: Sherlock set his phone aside and mashed his face into the cushions. At this point, he wasn't sure whether he was high or suddenly in possession of a feline tail. He wasn't sure which he would prefer, after working so hard so many years ago to get clean. If it had been drugs, this could kick-start his addiction back into existence, and he really didn't want that.

Stranger: Five minutes later, John was walking up the stair. "Sherlock? You okay?"

You: "I don't know," Sherlock said miserably, tilting his head so he could stare toward the door.

Stranger: "What can I do?" John stared at Sherlock from acriss the room. He seemed perfectly normal, no tail in sight.

You: "I don't know," Sherlock repeated, curling into an upset little ball. Since John wasn't freaking out, Sherlock must be alright, which meant he was high. And if he was high, his cravings for cocaine might become unbearable once he came down. That made Sherlock more upset than he'd been in a long time.

Stranger: John had never seen Sherlock look so helpless. He looked lost and scared. John made his way over and sat on the floor next to the couch. He reached a hand up and ran it through Sherlock's curls, unsure of what else to to.

You: Sherlock was making a noise practically like a purr as he leaned into John's hand.

Stranger: "Hey, there kitty-cat," John joked. "How are you feeling?"

You: Sherlock decided to just crawl into John's lap and curl up there, trying to ignore the fact that he was high.

Stranger: John looked down at Sherlock, a little shocked. "That bad, huh?" He continued to run his hand through his flatmate's hair. "It's okay, I'm here."

You: Sherlock closed his eyes and relaxed against John. "Mm....if you had ears and a tail, you'd be a golden retriever," he declared after several moments.

Stranger: "Is that right?" John asked, ginning at how sure Sherlock sounded. "And why is that?"

You: "Because you're loyal and fluffy and protective. ...I had one when I was little. He was brilliant," Sherlock said quietly, sadly.

Stranger: "What was his name?" John tried to keep Sherlock's mind off what was happening to him.

You: "Ah...." Sherlock said, searching his addled mind. He paused and then burst out laughing. "John. His name was John."

Stranger: John barked out a laugh. "Was it really? How ironic." He smiled down at Sherlock.

You: Sherlock giggled and cuddled up to John. "You're much more....more than he ever was, though. You're....you're more cuddly, and more friendly, and I'm more in love with you than I ever could have been with him. Then again, for him it was familial love and for you it's -" he cut himself off abruptly, suddenly realizing he'd had no filter on what he was saying.

Stranger: John stiffened. He must have been injected with the drug as well, because he thought he had just heard Sherlock say that he was /in love/ with John. He looked down Sherlock again. "For me it's ...what?"

You: "....It's romantic. And perhaps a tiny bit sexual," he said, scrambling off of John's lap, not wanting to be near him in case he reacted badly.

Stranger: John just stared at Sherlock. Was this the drug talking, or the drug bringing out real feelings? He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his mind. "Er... Really?"

You: Sherlock didn't respond, only staring warily at John, still not sure if John was going to explode at him or not.

Stranger: They sat for several minutes, just looking at each other. Finally, John broke the silence. "Good," he said quietly. "That's... good."

You: Sherlock slowly approached again. "It's good that I love you?" he confirmed. "....Do you love me?"

Stranger: John stared into Sherlock's eyes. His brilliant blue-gray-green eyes. "Yes," he squeaked.

You: Sherlock softened and clambered back into his lap, nuzzling against him. "Good." he said, and then hesitated. "John, there will be two things I will ask of you for tomorrow. Tell me you love me again, in case I forget since I'm high.....and don't let me out of your sight. Having that cigarette after Irene pretended to die brought back my cravings, so this....." he trailed off, hoping John got the picture.

Stranger: John put his arms around Sherlock. "I will tell you every day that I love you. And I will never let you out of my sight."

You: Sherlock couldn't help but grinned widely. "You're the best friend I've ever had, you know that? And you'll be the best boyfriend, too. Not that I've had one since Uni...." he mused.

Stranger: John furrowed his brow. "You had a boyfriend at Uni?" He had always assumed that Sherlock had never been in any kind of relationship.

You: "Two. Each ended badly. One of them was never technically together with me and the other was an ass who was only with me for a bet. Didn't help anything that I loved both of them," he muttered bitterly. "Though neither of them actually gave a damn about me."

Stranger: John pulled him closer. "Sherlock, I'm sorry. I didn't know. But trust me, I won't ever be like that. I love you."

You: "I trust you," smiled Sherlock. "You're like a golden retriever, remember? They're good," he smiled as he snuggled close.

Stranger: "And you're my little kitty-cat." John smiled. He leaned down and placed a small kiss in the top of Sherlock's head. "Have I ever told you cats are my favorite animal?"

You: "No, you didn't," Sherlock said, smiling. "And most people accuse me of being a cat-person. But I'm just the opposite."

Stranger: "Well, they do say opposites attract," John stated, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face. "But who knew a cat could ever love a dog?"

You: "Mm....I always have been the odd one out," he grinned up at John.

Stranger: "And that is why I love you."

You: Sherlock beamed and curled into a comfortable little ball in John's lap. "I'm your kitty and you're my puppy and we love each other and we always will," he declared, smiling like a kid at Christmas.

Stranger: "That's right," John told him."But you have to remember that. Tomorrow you have to remember that you're my kitty."

You: Sherlock frowned slightly. "I /want/ to remember. But what happens if I can't? Do I not get to be your kitty?" he asked, more than a little distress in his voice.

Stranger: "If you don't remember, I'll remind you. Do you know why?" John asked, smiling down at Sherlock. "Because you will always be my kitty."

You: Sherlock smiled at John. He liked the feeling of belonging with someone. He hadn't felt that way in decades, if he'd ever felt it at all. "And you're my puppy. You'll always be tucked right next to my heart," he declared with a soft smile.

Stranger: "Good. And that is why I have faith that you will remember this tomorrow." John sighed happily. "And why I know you won't have cravings. Because you don't need drugs if you have me."

You: "Then you'd best be planning to be with me constantly for the next few days," he demanded. Because he was sure that if John even just left for work or the shopping, he might cave and take some cocaine.