ceywoozle:

but can you imagine sherlock on a case in like canada or something and getting lost on some back country road.

it’s night and something runs in front of his car. he brakes but not fast
enough to keep from hitting it and when he gets out of the car to check
on it it’s this bizarre blonde man with deer ears and deer legs and
sherlock is sure it’s either some hoax or a generic experiment gone
wrong.

and fawnjohn
trying to run away but he’s hurt so he can’t and sherlock having to
load fawnjohn into his car and taking him back to the motel where he
fixes him and has to look after him because he doesn’t know if he should
take the creature to an animal sanctuary, a hospital, or a circus.

sherlock
getting stuck in canada till fawnjohn is healed because he doesn’t know
what else to do but he’s grumpy about it because canada is boring, but
also he’s fascinated with this creature and also can’t help but notice the way the
creature’s started following him with wide blue eyes and the way it’s
stopped recoiling from him in fear and actually seems to lean into him
now when he touches it or changes its bandages.

and
then when the creature is healed sherlock knowing he’s run out of
excuses to stay but not wanting to leave fawnjohn behind though he
doesn’t know why because it’s not even human and can’t even speak for
god’s sake.

sherlock
trying to release fawnjohn back into the wild and fawnjohn just
standing there staring at him with his head to one side like sherlock’s
just done something strange, and sherlock grumbling as he gets back in
the car and fawnjohn jumps in behind him.

sherlock
having to get a fake passport for fawnjohn and having to find clothes
that will hide his legs and a hat that will hide his ears and fawnjohn
just staring with wide trusting eyes and sherlock dresses him, grumbling
the whole time about how ridiculous this is but he imagines how annoyed
mycroft is going to be so it’s okay.

fawnjohn
fidgeting on the plane the whole way back to london, his legs not
really fitting on the human seat so he has to crouch oddly the whole
way, and when the flight attendants tell him he has to sit properly for
the take off and landing, sherlock has to try and explain to the
creature that he has to sit like a human, except when he does his legs
stick out funny and his little hoofs are just flailing in the air and
everyone in the plane is trying not to look and sherlock is just glaring
at them all, daring someone to say something.

in
london, leaving the airport and they get outside and there’s the shiny
black car waiting with mycroft inside, and mycroft just looks at
sherlock and at the creature he’s brought him and just sighs and opens the car door and drives them back to baker street without a single word.

the
whole time fawnjohn is staring at mycroft and out the window as the
city passes by, the highway, the roads, the people, the cars, the shops.
his face is pressed against the glass, his cool, damp, freckled nose leaving marks
on the glass which mycroft glares at sherlock for and sherlock just
sulks at him.

and
once back at baker street, sherlock taking fawnjohn up, introducing him
to mrs hudson as just “john” which is the name on the fake passport, and showing him around the flat and then
going to lead fawnjohn upstairs to the third floor bedroom, except that
fawnjohn’s already smelled where the strongest scent of sherlock is
coming from and sherlock is already on the second floor before he
realises that fawnjohn isn’t behind him anymore.

and
he goes back down, suddenly in a panic because what if fawnjohn went
back outside, what if he’s loose in london, at danger from
traffic and cars and what if he gets lost, and sherlock’s already got
his mobile out to call mycroft when he hears a strange noise from his
bedroom, and he goes in there to find his bed sheets tossed and kicked
about and fawnjohn is in sherlock’s bed, rolling around like a cat
trying to leave its scent.

and fawnjohn is grinning, so happy, and making excited little animal grunts and sherlock just knows he’s doomed