Hello there! Have some more characters, plus an actual plot is sort of starting to take off! I actual have a fully organized plan for this story YAY MEH.

I've also become obsessed recently with danisnotonfire on the youtubes. When he and Phil make videos together = perfection. HE'S SO ADORABLE AND SEXUAL UGH. First time I've not even needed to see someone talk or be themselves, but just content to look at photos of. (YAY FOR OBJECTIFICATION KINDA) Congrats, me, on actual attraction to someone. YEAH WOOHOO.

Odd rant over.

Hope you enjoy this!

I don't own Sherlock or the London Zoo. I just own my eye color, it's trademarked. :p

"And then the guy just basically insulted all of humanity, but he was obviously directing it toward me. Like the guy knows everything about me!" Dr. Watson ranted to his fellow zoo staff members.

"John, you haven't got it that bad," complained a man by the surname of Anderson. "Not only am I your assistant's assistant, I also sell balloons to messy children because one job here doesn't pay the rent!"

Greg Lestrade, the zookeeper, cleared his throat disapprovingly. . "Anderson, Dr. Watson was speaking of a rather annoying bloke he met, not his salary. Please, go look at penguins or something."

Anderson huffed. "Sorry, Dr. Watson," and walked away.

Lestrade rolled his eyes at John. "Sorry about him. He's got some sort of brain in there somewhere."

"His brain is a dick. He's a dick." said John.

Lestrade looked around.

"Yep." Lestrade agreed, not needing to "reprimand" the doctor for his harsh words, for there was no one in the vicinity.

Lestrade continued, "So this Sherlock guy..."

John gave a harsh, unhappy laugh. "He's in rehab, and his therapist, this woman Cynthia, is taking him to the zoo once a week for the next two months before he's released."

Lestrade looked incredulous. "The London Zoo for rehabilitation? There is literally nothing relaxing about this place!"

Some children screamed in the distance.

John nodded, "I agree. But I think Sherlock's fine, I mean off-the-drugs wise. He's just incredibly rude."

"So why does this Cynthia feel the need to do some special treatment on him, or whatever it is?"

"I think she just likes the zoo."

The next week, John found himself walking over to Cynthia and Sherlock again, even though he really did not want to.

There was just something so fascinating about the man's horridness.

"Hello, Cynthia. Sherlock." John greeted the pair in front of the otters.

"Hello, ah," Cynthia tilted her head and eyes back in thought, "I'm sorry, what was your name?"

John smiled in understanding and stuck out his hand, once again leaning the cane down. "Dr. John Watson."

"Hello, John," Sherlock said.

There was a bit of an awkward silence.

"So," prompted Cynthia, "John, can you tell us any interesting facts about animals?"

By "us" she obviously meant Sherlock.

John smiled, "Sure! I don't want to bore you with details that you knew previously, so what do you know about otters."

"Nothing," Sherlock said matter-of-factly, "It's unnecessary information, otters."

"You just insulted my job, thanks, mate. And it's good to know about animals."

"Boring. You, however, may seem boring, normal-"

"Thanks."

"Yet you are not, however much you look it."

"Thanks? How can you tell, if I look it then, huh?"

"You grew up with a fascination for animals, obviously, yet your parents never let you have pets. You went to work in Africa with chimpanzees for a few years, but in the first year of you being there, one went rabid and violent, and bit your shoulder. Your limp is psychosomatic, yet you still work at a place where chimpanzees are one the main attractions, besides the horrid tourists as entertainment for the locals, of course."

John looked stunned.

"How- how could you possibly know that?"

"You walk perfectly well when you aren't thinking about it, you flinch every time you pass the chimpanzee exhibit, and as you walked over here you tried to convince a mother to buy her whining toddler a fish from the gift store." Sherlock uttered in one breath.

Cynthia started to apologize, "Sorry, he does that a-"

"No, no, it's fine. It's amazing." John said in awe.

Sherlock look surprised. "Hmm," he said to himself in a satisfied manner.

John, feeling a bit uncomfortable, changed the subject.

"So how do you not know a thing about otters? You must know, perhaps that they live in kelp forests, or how they access food?"

Sherlock looked down at the doctor with a strange mix of disdain and respect.

"I delete unnecessary information."

"He deletes some information he thinks is not important." Cynthia said a bit too late.

There was an awkward moment between the three of them.

"Like my last name," the therapist huffed.

"Er," John said, trying to be kind, "What is your last name?"

"Hahn." She said.

John smiled thinly and turned back to the tall man. "So do you know anything about any animals?"

"I know some poisonous animals and nearly all types of bacteria and viruses."

John raised his eyebrows. "Well, that's a start. You know what? I'm going to teach you about more commonly known animals every time you visit."

Cynthia clapped her hands together. "Oh, that's so kind, thank you Jo-"

"Surely you have more important things to do." Sherlock stated.

"No, I love to teach, it's my job. Also, I'd like to prove that knowledge about animals is important. I'll see you next week."

Sherlock had no reaction.

Cynthia shook his hand and said, "Thank you again, it'll be good for him to have some healthy interaction."

John smiled. As the pair walked away, John turned to an otter staring at him.

"Why did I do that?" John banged his head on the glass.

FORCED INTERACTION YEAH!

( I had my first coffee today )

Till next time,

-Lionesseye !