[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

(Occurred in the time and space after the fourth season, has nothing to do with the timeline of this article)

This is the third hour of Sherlock Holmes turning into a cat.

In the first hour, he ran wildly on the crowded streets with incomparable novelty and excitement, shuttled through all kinds of trouser legs, and passed by all kinds of shoes.After all, not everyone has the opportunity to see the world from the perspective of other species, and London from this perspective is very fascinating.

In the second hour, he was splashed with sewage by a speeding taxi, and his smooth and soft fur instantly turned gray and wet.It was raining and he was kicked hard in the stomach as he tried to enter a department store on the side of the road.

For the third hour, he lay prone under the narrow eaves, tired, hungry and cold, and finally began to think about the issue of not going back.

Just before the fourth hour was about to start, a pair of high heels appeared in front of his eyes green with hunger.

The nude leather was speckled with splashes of mud, there were tiny scratches around the edges, and the stockings were a little shriveled at the ankle—a frayed toe that she'd been consciously trying to hide.

A single woman in her 30s who works in a hospital or school.

The woman squatted down, broke off a piece of baguette from the paper bag she held in her chest, and placed it in front of him.

Pale with slightly thin cheeks, his knees resting on the ground cautiously, uttering meaningless onomatopoeia.Sherlock discovers that it is Jasmine Amber.

"Hi kitten," she looked into him with soft brown eyes, "would you like something to eat?"

Jasmine is always one of Sherlock's most reliable friends whenever he encounters any embarrassing things.

So he kicked his hind legs unceremoniously and threw himself into her arms.

****

Jasmine didn't go straight back to the home, which represented a hot bath, thick blanket, and soft bed, as Sherlock expected, but walked two blocks to a French restaurant with gorgeous decoration.

But Sherlock couldn't stand being outside like a real homeless animal.

Under the offensive of his persistently following all the way, constantly pawing Jasmine's calf with his claws and making pitiful screams, Jasmine could only helplessly open the zipper of the leather bag and let him lie comfortably in it.

He had seen himself in a shop window—no one in the world could resist his furry, round eyes.

"Keep quiet, okay?" Jasmine rubbed his head.

He turned his head and meowed. Of course, he wasn't a real cat.

"You're an arrogant little cat, aren't you?" Jasmine stroked his fur, "Once you get what you want."

They successfully escaped everyone's sight.

The up and down that Sherlock felt stopped quickly.Jasmine stopped and exchanged a few words with a man with an unfamiliar voice.The man graciously pulled out a chair for her, and she hid her bag under the table when she sat down.

Sherlock poked out half his head restlessly, listening to the conversation between the two people above.

The man, Andrew, gushed about his job - infomercial host - from the first time he stood in front of the camera to selling hundreds of "high-tech" bread makers.

Jasmine kept cheering "Is it?" "Really?"

"So..." After talking about his achievements, Andrew suddenly changed his subject, "Dear Miss Amber, I have heard about you from my friends for a long time."

"You can call me Jasmine."

"Okay, Jasmine—" Andrew's drawn-out tone made people uncomfortable, "I have to say, you are more beautiful than I imagined."

Even Sherlock himself, who is not familiar with romance, thinks this is too old-fashioned.

"I won't lie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, your brown hair, charming eyes..."

Andrew kept talking, and Sherlock just wanted to shut him up.

"Oh, thank you," Jasmine's voice was somewhat flattered, "I don't..."

"Of course you're beautiful," Andrew went on, "like an angel."

Jasmine chuckled, stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of the skirt under the table, her legs were restrained together.

Sherlock listened intently to the movement above, and didn't notice that Andrew's feet moved to this side a little bit. After accidentally kicking him, he slowly explored to the side, and the back of his feet gently rubbed Jasmine's calf.

Jasmine's lower body visibly tightened, and she began to dodge backwards, "You..."

"I just think it's time, you and I, hit it off..."

Sherlock couldn't stand this Andrew any longer.

He broke free from the shackles of the leather bag and jumped.

****

They were thrown out, but it was worth it.

Molly was visibly relieved after he attacked Andrew's crotch, and showed a hint of schadenfreude as Andrew yelled in pain.

At least she wasn't so stupid as to be good or bad.

Sherlock's reward was a kiss on the head.Jasmine held him in her arms regardless of his dirty fur, so that he could lazily lean against her soft chest, listening to her whining and whining while dozing off.

They strolled through puddle-filled streets, past brightly lit skyscrapers, enveloped in the dull night air.

"Of course I know that Andrew is a flirtatious bastard, but he is Abby's friend. Abby is the only person I can get along with in the hospital. How can I refuse?..."

If cats could roll their eyes, Sherlock would have rolled them countless times.

"Jim, what a total failure! I liked him at first, I just kind of had a crush on this kind of perverted personality... I know I'm going to have to self-medicate."

Sherlock twisted his short neck aside.

"It seems that you don't like him either." Jasmine obviously didn't understand his complicated feelings, and just rubbed her chin lovingly on the top of his head, "Then we won't talk about him."

Before Sherlock could breathe a sigh of relief, she continued: "And Tom, he proposed to me before, at least I loved him at that time...I envy his courage and enthusiasm, so how can I hide from him?" , deceive him?"

Jasmine was completely immersed in her own world, and she talked at length about the details of their time together.

Sherlock barked several times but failed to attract her attention.

"I regret that we broke up," finally Jasmine concluded, "I really want to get married, white wedding dress, lawn wedding, small snacks, I love these..."

Oh no Molly, you can't marry that silly Tom just for the wedding treats.

Sherlock "growled" as best he could, only to let out a series of grunts.

"You're acting like a spoiled child," Jasmine laughed heartily, and rubbed him with both hands, "This is really interesting."

Oh, God.

****

The mental health of Sherlock, who was born as a cat, was severely traumatized by the caress just now. When Jasmine put him on the ground at the subway entrance, he firmly refused to be picked up again.

He walked lightly on four legs and followed Jasmine onto the subway that just arrived. Thank God, there were only a few people in the carriage.He aggressively took a seat and felt that he had regained his dignity as a human being.

Jasmine avoided touching his hand several times, and she said with some doubts, "Are you avoiding me? Why?"

Sherlock sat motionless on the plastic seat, with his long tail coiled aside, swaying with the shaking of the carriage.

"The way you look reminds me of someone," Jasmine held her chin and murmured in a low voice, "I may be crazy... But the way you looked around proudly just now, really resembles him..."

Sherlock's eyes widened in shock.

"But he is one of the most conceited people in the world," Jasmine shrugged. "If he heard someone compare him to a stray cat covered in mud, he would definitely be angry."

Just as his petrified body relaxed a bit, he heard a gray-haired old man on the opposite seat say: "Your cat was staring just now, did you see that?"

"Uh...no," Jasmine turned her head to look, "You are right, it is indeed staring, can a cat stare?"

Of course I can.

Sherlock continued to stare and meowed.

So until the subway arrived at the station, the old man's probing eyes still followed him, and he was forced to nestle in Jasmine's arms again helplessly.

To be honest, it was many times better than the cold seats and floors.

One person and one cat walked through the long tunnel.When they came to the ground, it began to rain again.

Jasmine carefully covered the top of Sherlock's head to prevent the raindrops from hitting his head.Her warm palm pressed against his fur.

Is it just because he's a poor stray cat, or is Molly just so nice to all creatures?

Or is she only his creature to the body, so good?

Sherlock's paws rested on her arms, the pads of his flesh rising and falling against her skin as she walked, lost in thought.

They rushed back to Jasmine's apartment before the heavy rain came. Sherlock had lived here for a while, and Jasmine was much better than Mrs. Hudson as a landlord.

Unfortunately, at this time an unexpected guest was sitting on the couch.

Looking at the face that was somewhat similar to himself, Sherlock yelled "Wow".

****

Molly had a long conversation with ex-fiancé Tom.

The darker the night, the more interested Sherlock is. His remaining human habits are slowly eroding, allowing him to leap silently to Tom's side, revealing his not-so-sharp fangs.

Tom was stunned for a while, and then jumped up from the sofa in fright, "Oh God! This damn cat."

Meow meow, this damned person.

"Sorry," Jasmine said casually, and continued on the topic just now, "Tom, I mean, I'm very satisfied with the current state, and I don't want to make any changes."

"I totally understand," Tom shifted his hips, hesitation, "but I heard Abby said... you went on a date today?"

Jasmine was a little angry, but she didn't show it obviously, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, yes," Tom said with a flattering smile, "but I just don't understand why we've gotten to this point, when everything is fine."

So Jasmine's face showed that familiar look of guilt.

"Tom," she sighed, looking patiently into Tom's eyes, "this is all my fault..."

"I-I know, but..." Tom interrupted stammeringly, fumbling with one hand in his pocket for a long time, and under Sherlock's stare, he pulled out a small box.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee, "Marry, marry me, Jasmine, let's start over!"

Sherlock's eyes slowly turned to Jasmine, who covered her mouth in surprise, her body leaned back inertially, her body language was full of defense.Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, he licked his paw, and waited for Jasmine to sternly reject this ignorant boy.

"Uh, I... I really didn't expect... but..."

Jasmine hesitated and hawed, he was actually a little sleepy.

"I'm very touched, Tom, really..."

Just say "no", say "no".

His drooping eyelids became heavier and heavier, like two stones falling rapidly under gravity.

One second before the boundless darkness invaded, Jasmine's "no" did not come from his ears.

****

At least until Sherlock dies, no one will know that he had such an experience.

For his roommate Watson, he just disappeared for several hours as usual, and when he came back, he seemed to have rolled in the mud a few times.

In the next few days, Watson described it in his blog: "... our friend Sherlock's work and rest became more disordered, and he often practiced the piano like crazy at night... He stole several Hades. Mrs. Mori's ball of wool, slandering me and Rosa. He also threw a tantrum at my laser pointer, but that's nothing.

"Just one time, when he tried to lick his hand, I felt that this world was no longer the one I was familiar with."

Sherlock didn't take this to heart, he was in an indescribable state of anxiety, which often reached its peak when the postman arrived.

When Watson went upstairs with a pile of bills, he breathed a sigh of relief like a drowning man who has been given a life jacket.

This bad mood, which lasted for more than a week, finally broke out when Lestrade accidentally mentioned that he had received a wedding invitation.

"I can't believe it, just for those little snacks!" Sherlock yelled through gritted teeth, and rushed downstairs, leaving the bewildered Lestrade and Watson behind.

He stopped a car and directed the driver to drive to Butts Hospital as fast as possible.

The sky was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain, exactly the same as the day he turned into a cat.

Jasmine was standing at the gate, wearing a knitted skirt and a duffel coat, her brown hair tied into a ponytail, exactly the same as that day.

The moment she saw him, she took a step back in surprise, her eyes began to dodge, and she uncomfortably brushed her hair with her right hand.

The ring finger is bare, without a ring.

Sherlock's anger dropped instantly.

"Hi," Jasmine squeezed out a dry smile, "Why are you here? I mean, the lab might..."

"Tell me you won't marry Tom," Sherlock cut off her words with a frown, "or Andrew."

"How do you know?" Jasmine shook her head subconsciously while looking at him in shock, "I won't marry them, but how do you know about Andrew? Besides, you never remember Tom's name."

"Inference," he said without blushing, "By the way, ten days ago, you brought home a stray cat."

Jasmine's eyes were almost terrified, and the unobstructed admiration in them was very useful to him.

"do you like him?"

"Of course." Jasmine nodded in confusion, and asked hesitantly, "but it's a female cat."

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, restrained his emotions, and opened his mouth slowly, but his tongue knotted on the pronoun, "He...she...it too."

The confusion in Jasmine's eyes was about to overflow.

To Sherlock's despair, he had to be blunt.

"Don't marry them," he said, "marry me."

The author has something to say:

The mental journey of writing this episode was really tortuous. At the beginning, it was Jessica + sweet + cute. Later, when the negative energy was overwhelming, I wrote a very realistic one. But when I confirmed some details on fandom, I found something else. Feelings (I didn’t pay attention when watching the drama, I still didn’t catch some points)

So I scrapped it, didn't post it to retaliate against the society, and then recoded a moderate _(:з」∠)_ After all, the original intention of the article was to give Sherlock and Jasmine a happy ending.

In short, the author wants to say that Jasmine is very good!Fumo is unwavering!

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