Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

An Otter and A Hedgehog

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.