Hello all! I'm back, with a new fandom! This is an AU story, I hope you enjoy. Please review and tell me if this is an interest concept!

This is just a prologue, so it's super short! It will become longer, I promise.

I do not own anything to do with Sherlock BBC or the original books! Thanks for reading!

"This is boring."

Cynthia sighed. "It's all part of your recovery, Sherlock."

"Will staring at a snake swallow a rat whole help me get rid of addiction? Oh, yes... it will not!" he grumbled, the bass tones in his voice making it seem like the plexiglass in front of them was vibrating.

Cynthia decided not to make a comment and simply dragged him to the lion exhibit.

She was really not looking forward to coming here with the man twice a week for the next two months. It had been decided that a positive public place would be good for the man.

Sherlock Holmes shook himself away from the therapist's grip. "I can walk," he growled through clenched teeth.

A little four-year-old pointed at Sherlock. "That man looks like the lion, Daddy!"

Indeed he did. A rather sallow, thin lion stared at his humanoid counterpart. Sherlock glared at the boy's father and read the label attached to the rather horrid cage.

Albinism is a rare but not unheard in the species Panthera leo, and this

Sherlock stopped reading. Not only was he being told offensive things by his peers, but by toddlers. Superb.

"Stupid children."

Cynthia tutted disapprovingly. "Now Sherlock, you've only got a few weeks left in care. You're doing very well, you've not been inebriated for-"

"I know, 2 months."

"2 months, and you wouldn't want to be put back into care for violent tendencies against minors."

Sherlock just looked at her.

"That makes this much sense," he said, putting the tips of two very large fingers close together, "And I obviously just called him stupid. I call everyone stupid. I call you stupid."

"You've also almost given me a black eye."

"The two events had no correlation."

"I suppose. I was just telling you not to call children stupid, Sherlock..."

"Why not? Don't want people growing up believing that they're something they most definitely are not! That's not beneficial to anyone. And neither, speaking of stupidity, is this zoo. This is extremely boring."

Cynthia rolled her eyes and said, "Very well. We'll leave in a few minutes, I first want to see the penguins."

Sherlock stared at the waddling birds and sniffed. "Must we come here for the next two months? Can't we go to the morgue? It's incredibly boring. At least I'm not in the cage. That would be so dull. "

"It actually wouldn't be," said a voice behind him.

Sherlock turned around to see a short, middle-aged man with dark blonde hair. He was watching the penguins with a smile on his face.

Sherlock sniffed again. "You would know?"

The man said, "Yes, I used to be a penguin," and laughed.

Sherlock didn't respond and the man cleared his throat. He spoke again, with less joy showing on his face.

"Uh, that was a joke."

No response from the tall man besides a blink. The woman next to him smiled apologetically.

The shorter man decided to continue. "Erm, a mate of mine, Tom, did this exhibit thing here a few years back. He loved it. See, they put eight humans in an exhibit and basically presented the idea that humans were no better than other primates. It was right around when I first came the zoo, in fact it was the reason I came! It really inspired me. I loved the idea, that animals were just as good as us. "

"Certainly a true concept." Sherlock said without humor.

The man look up at him, slightly exasperated. "Thanks, mate."

Then he walked away, leaning partially on a cane.

Cynthia yelled after him. "Sir! Please stay."

As the man turned around, Cynthia muttered to Sherlock that this was "A good way to make friends, the zoo."

"Yes?" the blonde man said kindly to her.

"What's your name?" Cynthia asked politely.

The blonde man let his cane rest on the cage railing to shake her hand. "Watson. Er, Doctor John Watson. Zoologist at the London Zoo."

"Oh," Cynthia said excitedly. "I suppose we'll be seeing quite a lot of you in the next couple months, then!"

The doctor's smile turned into a forced one. "Lovely!"

Intriguing? Meh?

There actually was a human exhibit at the London Zoo in 2005- (with someone named Tom)!

I DO MAH RESEARCH YO

Bye lovelies!

-Lionesseye