Sherlock's Fluffy Heart Revealed

Sherlock glared at the ball of fur staring up at him with slit eyes. A frown creased over his brow and teeth bit at his lips. The creature in front of him held his stare, ears twitching slightly when Lestrade and John stepped into the sitting room. John shook his head at the sight in front of him.

"Sherlock-"John jumped up from his spot as he blinked and growled angrily.

"John, I nearly had him!" the detective pouted.

"Sherlock, he's a cat! You're supposed to watching him anyway. Not having staring contests," John stated. Sherlock rolled his eyes, and strutted towards his chair again. John grabbed his wrist, pushing Sherlock down into the chair and leaned in close to the detective's face.

"John…" the doctor let go and sighed deeply, fishing out a small bottle of pills and tossing them at Sherlock. The detective grabbed them and shook a pill into his hand. Lestrade watched silently, lifting the cat into his arms. Sherlock glanced at Lestrade's confused face and rolled his eyes irritated.

"I'm allergic to cats," Sherlock revealed. Lestrade's eyes widened and looked to John as if searching for confirmation.

"Then why the hell are we watching Toby if you could get sick?!" Lestrade shouted, remembering seeing pictures of people that get severe allergic reactions to animals and other things. They were not pretty. John took the bottle of pills back from Sherlock and then stroked the cat's head gently.

"Because Molly asked and Sherlock owes her for being such an ass to her," John stated, glaring at the detective currently glaring at the tabby in Lestrade's hold. "Plus, I wanted to show Sherlock that cats are just as nice as dogs," John stated, cooing at the cat softly. Sherlock made fake gagging noises from his seat and Lestrade held back a laugh.

"Dogs are far more useful and friendly than cats," Sherlock began. "Dogs can follow the scent of…" Lestrade and John blocked out the detective as he practically gave them the entire history of every dog ever bread. The cat, just as tired of Sherlock's yapping as the rest of us, jumped from Lestrade's arms and onto Sherlock's lap.

"J- ahhhchoo…J…John- ahhchoo!" Sherlock whined as Toby began to rub his head against Sherlock, getting cat hair all over the detective. Another sneeze burst from Sherlock. His eyes were red and watering, his voice sounded slightly raspy, and he had a soft sniffle. Lestrade mentally made a note to not let Donavan or Anderson find out about this little secret. The next time they go to the Yard they just might be overrun by cats then. "JOHN!" Sherlock yelped as the cat tried to nuzzle the detectives face. John chuckled lightly before lifting Toby off of Sherlock and carrying him to the kitchen.

"I'm sure a little warm milk will distract him from loving you up too much, Sherlock," John said before disappearing through the doorway. Sherlock let out a relieved sigh as the cat vanished from his sight and collapsed onto his back and pulling his phone from his pocket.

"Who you texting?" Lestrade questioned.

"Pest control," Sherlock grumbled after sending the message. Lestrade smirked and pushed Sherlock's legs off the couch so he could sit.

"How long have you been allergic to cats?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock rubbed a hand over his watery eyes and glanced over at the kitchen.

"Oh, since I was a child. Mother and Father had gotten Mycroft and I a cat after our dog was put down. I wasn't very happy about replacing Red Beard, but they said I had to move on. Whenever I came near the blasted animal I'd sneeze, but we never got rid of it. Mycroft liked it too much. Probably because he loved watching me in turmoil," Sherlock huffed. Lestrade thought back to the puppy they had found a while ago.

"Are you sure you're allergic to cats and not just against replacing your dog?" Sherlock freezes for a moment, staring up at the ceiling for a long while.

"No," Sherlock says, but the gears are clearly turning in his head as he processes the idea. "Well, maybe."

"Give Toby a chance. I bet you'll stop sneezing," Lestrade said, squeezing the detectives shoulder. Sherlock shook his head.

"Even I know how hard it is to just let go of something," Sherlock muttered in almost a whisper.

"Yeah, but you've kind of already moved on. I mean, you're friends with me and John after all," Lestrade says. Sherlock ponderes this for a second, nodding and pulling away from the DI and making his way towards the kitchen. Toby sat on the floor, belly full of warm milk and John fiddled through the cabinets in search of a clean milk for himself. He turned when Sherlock entered, frowning as the detective scooped up the tabby cat and held him at arm's length.

"Sherlock, What are you…" John trailed off as Sherlock pulled the cat to his chest and began to stroke Toby's soft fur. A few cat hairs flew up in the process and John waited for the loud sneeze. It never came. A smile slowly spread across Sherlock's face and Lestrade chose that second to enter the room. He smiled at the sight of the sneeze free detective and Toby. John looked at him with wide eyes and Lestrade just smiled before patting Sherlock on the back.

"Told you so," Lestrade chuckled. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Fine, so maybe you aren't as much of an idiot as you appear to be," Sherlock grumbled, continuing to cuddle the kitten.

"Hold still Sherlock, I want to get a picture for my blog," John said suddenly, fishing out his phone. "What should I title it? The Mystery of the Cat Allergies? Sherlock Vs Toby? Sherlock's Fluffy Heart Revealed?" Sherlock snorted and John snapped away at the detective and fluffy cat.

"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted. John just chuckled, quickly bolting for his computer. Sherlock went to chase after him, only to stop when Toby mewed at him. The detective stared down into Toby's eyes and smirked.

"Going to help me delete those pictures?" Sherlock asked, scratching Toby behind the ears. The cat mewed in agreement and the two raced out into the living room.

I've been having cute and cuddly on my brain lately as you can see. I had this one half written for a long time and I don't have school today so I pushed myself to finish it before going to my other fics. My brain won't function whenever I try to write for this lately. I think it's just because I've been more focused on my other fics. I have ideas, I just can't get myself to write them. I want to keep writing for this though so I promise I'll push myself to get my stupid brain to kick in. Thanks for reading and sticking with me. Hope you all enjoy today's chapter! I'm hoping to write a prank chapter for the next one.

Also, for those who are interested, remember last chapter when I talked about writing a fic for Red Beard? Well, I've started writing it. I don't know when I'll post it since I've only started it. I'm hoping to post it sometime next month. Either way, keep your eyes open.

AN Updated (1/3/2016): Um...yeah. So the above is basically a lie in some areas. I never got my brain to kick in and I sadly never fully finished the prank chapter or Red Beard and I'm not sure I ever will. I'm sorry for leaving you all hanging like this, but my muse for this is pretty much dead and I've moved on to other stories. I hope to maybe one day write for Sherlock again, but it sadly will not be for this fic. Again, sorry.