+29: The Love Cats - The Cure [REQUEST]

Request from @Allonsy_Cat_Holmes

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Jim wasn't even a year old when his mother first brought him and Sherlock (the two year old - almost three - next door) matching cat costumes. The costumes were both grey with fluffy white fabric on the front as the cats stomach. Tails hung from their bottoms and the hoods had two grey ears attached to them. Sherlock's mother, Violet, and Jim's mother, Tira, had been out shopping together when they spotted them. 

Now, the women watched as their boys ran around the warm garden together, pretending to be cats and entertaining themselves. 

"Sh-wer!" Jim shrieks,adding a 'w' in to the start of Sherlock's name for no reason other than he had difficulty saying 'Sher'. It was amazing he could say that much, really - the only other things he said was "dada" and "mum". 

Sherlock giggles and continues to run circles another the younger boy. Jim reaches out and his little fist grips Sherlock's tail, pulling Sherlock to the floor. 

Sherlock blinks a few times when he lands on his bum, trying to register what's happen. His face scrunches up into a frown when Jim begins to laugh like crazy, his giggles filling the garden. 

"Stupid baby" Sherlock hisses at Jim, yanking his tail out of Jim's hand. 

Jim stops laughing and looks at Sherlock, his lip beginning to tremble. He starts wailing, not liking the tone Sherlock had used when talking to him. 

Both the mum walk over to their sons and Jim's mother scoops him up immediately. 

"Sherlock, be nice. He's just playing" Tira scalds lightly. 

"He made me fell!" Sherlock exclaims, pointing a finger at the crying Jim as his own mother picks him up. 

"Fall, darling. He made you fall" Violet corrects, brushing some curls one of Sherlock's face. "And Jim's mummy is right. You should be teaching Jim to play nice, not getting angry with him" 

Sherlock whimpers and curls against his mother, not liking the fact that Jim wasn't being told off for making him fall over and hurt his bum. He accepts her words though and promises himself he'll remember to teach Jim. 

"I'll grow him up" Sherlock says, sniffling still. 

Both women chuckle at Sherlock before they carry the boys into the house to eat lunch with the rest of Jim's family and Mycroft, Sherlock's seven year old brother (who got a Superman costume). 

Afterwards they eat, Jim and Sherlock run into the garden to play again, they're falling out from earlier completely forgotten. 

* 

When Jim was ten, Sherlock and him went as half dead cats for halloween. They brought cat costumes and got Sherlock's mother to paint their faces and make the costumes look like they had blood stains on them. Mycroft, now sixteen, had to go with them to watch them but he usually stayed about ten paces behind them, tecting his friend on his phone and he'd wait at the end of a driveway when the two went up to a door to knock. 

It was the first halloween where they'd not been with a parent and both of them were giddy with excitement, yelling "Trick or treat?!" when the doors open with great big smiles on their faces. 

Even though Sherlock had gone up to secondary school now, the pair were still close and even held hands as they walked down the street, carrying their bags of sweets. 

When they got back to Sherlock's house (Jim was having a sleepover), they ran up to Sherlock's room and tipped all their sweets on to the floor. They spend the night eating too many sweets and playing on Sherlocck's xbox. 

They wash off their face paint and change into their pyjamas, promising each other to go as half dead cats agai next year. Ever since theirs mother brought them cat costumes when they were little, both of them had been rather facisnated by the animals and had one each. Sherlock called his cat Jimmy and Jim had called his cat Sherly. 

After changing, they settle down and play more games, eating more sweets.

Jim ends up falling asleep first, his head in Sherlock's lap. Sherlock smiles at his friend and runs a hand through his hair affectionately. He had to call Mycroft to get help with getting Jim into bed, though. When Sherlock climbs in beside him, Jim blinks softly. 

"Sherlock?" He asks, yawning. 

"Right here, Jim" Sherlock replies, pulling Jim close. 

Jim doesn't hesitate to snuggle against his chest. Neither of them cared that most frieds didn't still do this at the ages of ten and twelve but neither cared, too comfortable and at ease with each other to edit the way the act around each other. 

*

Sherly and Jimmy had kittens when Jim was twelve and Sherlock was fourteen.  They kept one of the kittens each and sold the other four (which had been painful for both and they'd drilled the new owners with questions to ensure the kitten were going to a safe, happy, loving home). 

The two boys spent much time in their rooms, playing with the cats and talking. Now both were in secondary school, they spent more time together. The two years were they'd been in different schools had been terrifying for Jim as he alwats thought that Sherlock was going to make new friends and stop talking to him. 

Sherlock had made friends. A few and they happily invited Jisever m into their small group, not caring about the age difference. One of their group was even in Jim's year. Molly Hooper had moved from out of town and joined the school at the same time as Jim. The other two, John and Greg, were both older than Sherlock being sixteen years old to his fourteen. They were only in the year above but sometimes year ten and year eleven seemed like a massive difference. 

It was nice, having other friends. Both Jim and Sherlock enjoyed it but when it came to the end of the day, it was them that were the best of friends. Nothing could sever their bond. 

They gave one of the kittens to Molly She named him Toby and often invited Sherlock and Jim round to her house to see how he'd grown. 

Jim could tell that Molly liked Sherlock. A lot more than a friend. Jim was positive that Molly fancied Sherlock and that made me more than a little annoyed. Sherlock was his. After a few months, Jim had subtly made it so they didn't go to see Molly as much as they did at the start. 

Jim wouldn't risk Sherlock forming a crush on Molly and spending less time with him. 

*

"Truth or dare..." John laughs, looking around and trying to pick one of his friend sat in this odd circle they'd formed. "Sherlock?" He says, pointing the torch he held towards the curly haired boy. 

It was Jim's thirteenth bithday now and he'd invited John, Greg, Molly and, of course, Sherlock to an over night party. Despite now being in sixth form John and Greg had happily accepted the invite. Molly had been eager to accept the invite too. Sherlock, of course, didn't even need to tell Jim for the boy to know he'd be there. 

Jim's sat beside Sherlock and he glances at the boy, waiting to see what he'd pick. 

"Dare" Sherlock says, oozing confidence. 

John chuckles darkly. "Well, we've all seen the photos of you and Jim so..." He trails off as Greg stands and goes to his bag. John points at Greg "I dare you to wear what he takes out for the next twenty four hours" 

Sherlock raises his eyebrow when Greg pulls out a cat costume. Both he and Jim wondered when exactly they saw those pictures. 

"That's it?" Sherlock laughs, standing and taking the costumes before he goes to the bathroom to change. 

When Jim later picked dare for the first time, he was given a matching costume. 

He and Sherlock beam at each other as Jim sits again, back from changing. 

"Do we get to keep these?" Jim asks, looking down at himself. They'd kept the ones their mothers brought them when they were younger and they had a shoebox each full of pictures of their halloweens as dead/dying cats. 

Greg laughs and nods before handing Jim the torch. "Sure"

They play for hours and hours before they settle down to watch a movie and one by one pass out somewhere in Jim's room. 

*

Ten years later, the two are no longer friends. Oh, no. They are much more than that. 

They live together and are engaged to be married. They've got documents in for adopting a cutie by the name of Frankie who is the most adorable three year old they've ever set eyes on with her little pigtail, big eyes and dimples. 

*

Sherlock lounges in the sunchair, watching Frankie run around their garden. Benny, Sherlock's kitten, is now old and fragile and is doing the same as him, laying in the sun and watching the girl. Jim is in the kitchen, fixing lunch for them all because Sherlock can not cook to save his life and Jim is the mother hen of their group. 

Greg and Molly sit in the living room and Sherlock guesses they're either watching TV or just chatting. John is out on a date and they probably won't see him today. 

A wail from down the garden snaps Sherlock out of his thoughts and he is out of his chair before he even thinks. 

He kneels in front of Frankie who looks up at him with big, tearful eyes as her lower lip trembles. 

"What's wrong?" He asks softly, pulling his daughter into his lap. 

"I.. I fell, Daddy..." She murmurs the words, nuzzling her little face into his shoulder.

He strokes her hair, running his fingers through her soft hair. "It's okay, sweetheart"

He checks her other for injuries and other than a tiny scrape of her knee, she's perfectly fine. He continues to hush the whimpering girl none the less and she clings to him, not showing her face as quick, quiet sobs make her small body shake in his arms. 

Jim appears at the backdoor then and calls to them, frowning in concern when he sees Sherlock holding their hiding daughter. Sherlock stands, carrying Frankie into the house.

"Lunch time now" He says and plays her in the chair, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

She beams at her father, tears all dried up.