by Cyberwolf (wolf at mydestiny.net)
AN: Pure fluff. Nothing happens. Holmes fears for his
Chapter V: Playtime
Lestrade spent the rest of the night trying to play with
Seeker. She dangled rubber bones in front of him, tossed chew-toys,
wound up a small mouse-toy for him to chase -- but Seeker refused to
snap at the bone, fetch the toys, or chase the mouse-toy. Sometimes,
he’d stand really still, and Lestrade would think he was just about
to leap at the mouse or run after the tossed chew-toy; but no, he’d
just lie down again, turning his head away from her.
Finally Lestrade gave up, deciding her new pet was an
unusually solemn one. Such a cute puppy, though! She left him curled
up on the living-room rug, and curled up herself with a new
book -- for a change, not a manual on forensic science or a
mystery novel -- and a cup of hot tea on the sofa. Midway through
the first chapter, she noticed that Seeker had gotten up and was
standing beside the sofa, head cocked curiously as he looked at her.
She laughed a little, scooped the puppy up -- Seeker was small enough
to be ‘scooped’ with her hands -- and deposited the small bundle of
furry warmth on her stomach. She idly used one hand to stroke the
puppy as she read. By the time she had finished her cup of tea, she
discovered that Seeker had fallen asleep on her stomach.
She stroked one finger over the golden fur, tenderly, rubbing
the back of the ears as Seeker seemed to like. The puppy wagged his
tail once in his sleep. Lestrade smiled, and since the sofa was a
wide soft eminently comfortable one, dropped off to sleep herself.
Holmes had not wanted to play games. He may have had to wear
a leash and collar; he may have had to be swept for fleas and then
be given a bath; he may have had to eat small hard pellets for
dinner; but he did _not_ have to chase after rubber things, and he
To his utter horror, he discovered that a part of him
wanted to chase after the toys; wanted to bark and yelp and
run around in circles after his tail or the mouse-toy; wanted to
pounce on the chew-toys and gnaw at them. Since he had never had
these urges before, he was forced to conclude that there was still a
bit of the pup’s original persona in him, not quite overtaken by his
human psyche -- or, worse to his manner of thinking, he was
beginning to be affected by his canine body into desiring to act
like a dog.
Once or twice, he had found himself on the verge of giving
into these urges, managing to come back to himself just at the nick
of time. Lestrade, whose playfulness was known to him but never
experienced so first-hand, finally seemed to get the message.
Holmes looked up to see her on the couch, a cup of tea on the
nearby coffee-table, and a book in her hands. She seemed very engrossed in whatever she
was reading. Despite having eyesight just as sharp as when he was a human, Holmes couldn’t quite make out the book’s title from where he was; he was
too low to the ground, and at an awkward angle. So, he came nearer, craning his neck to read the title.
May the Road Rise to Meet You he managed to make
out -- and then almost yelped in astonishment as Lestrade noticed
him, and with a huge grin on her face, scooped him up. Frozen in
shock, he didn’t wriggle in her hands, and when he was deposited on
her stomach, he dared not move for fear of tumbling yet again to the
ground -- which, in his current size, was the equivalent of a six-foot
drop to him as a human. So he curled up tight, and couldn’t help but
drift off to sleep -- with the absolute quiet, and the exhaustion of
this most peculiar day, and of course with the soothing touch of
Lestrade’s fingers -- how could he not?
Got Lestrade’s book title from a line in the song I was
listening to as I wrote it. Five points to those who can name the
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