youlighttheskyfanfiction:

prettyarbitrary:

thescienceofobsession asked: 

STEP AWAY FROM THE BAT!JOHN, PA.

I KNOW.  I’M TRYING.  But wouldn’t it be cool?

I always liked those stories where two sentient species couldn’t really communicate and had to, like, resort to charades and stuff to talk.  What if he found batJohn in Baskerville while investigating the hound thing and then John got out and hid in his coat but then they wanted batJohn back because OMG BATS CAN CARRY VIRUSES WITHOUT BEING INFECTED.  THEY WERE TRYING TO GENETICALLY ENGINEER A TINY ASSASSIN.  And now they want batJohn back and Sherlock KNOWS TOO MUCH and—

SOMEBODY TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME.

Oh my god. Oh my godohmygodohmygod. And the tragic thing is that John is sort of Sherlock’s first friend and he seems to listen. Sherlock talks to him more than his skull and the little bat seems to respond to his comments with sarcasm. He seems highly intelligent for a bat, even flapping at Sherlock’s nose to get him to eat. And at first, Sherlock is all “ppfft, I’ll just leave this bat here and let Mrs. Hudson take care of it” but then he starts carrying around pieces of fruit and dead bugs to feed to Bat!John, and Bat!John always clings to his coat and curls up in Sherlock’s hair to sleep and Bat!John flies into the faces of people who try to hurt his human and they’re awesome crime buddies.

And so when those people try to take Bat!John back, Sherlock doesn’t let them. He gets paranoid and makes sure John is at his side at all times but then there’s a murder and the chase and suddenly—

John isn’t there under Sherlock’s coat. John isn’t anywhere.

Sherlock searches and he searches and… he can’t find him.

“They took him,” Sherlock realizes.

Heaven help the Baskerville institute when Sherlock comes in.

(((You really don’t want to know what happens to John))))

(((((((((((I’m so sorry I hijacked your post but I have so many FEELS from your ideas sdlkfjsodfj))))))

NO NO NO I APPROVE OF THIS HIJACKING ENTIRELY.  I want to say more intelligent things but currently I’m a pile of mush from imagining itty-bitty bat!John tucked into the collar of Sherlock’s coat.

(And I am absolutely dying to know what happens to Bat!John.  Oh, all the heart-wrenching possibilities!)