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The small moment of warmth lingered around for a minute before a large drop of water landed on the hedgehog's head. Not long after another, and the rain came crashing down.
Sherlock gasped with surprise and shoved the spiky bundle beneath his black jacket in efforts to keep it warm and dry.
Slamming the door shut behind him, liquid dripped from his hair down to his feet. He pulled out his hands to find the creature shivering and still bleeding from it's side.
He placed the hedgehog down on the kitchen table and raced to the pantries opened each individual door to find a first aid kit, or at leaat a small bandage. After several attempts, he finally found the white medical box and brought it to the table.
He placed his hands on the small back of the hedgehog and whispered.
"This will hurt a bit but it will be over fast."
With a quick pull, he pulled out the thorn and the hedgehog let out a squeak of pain and agony which made Sherlock's chest contract in an uncomfortable way.
"Sorry about that..." Sherlock mumbled apologetically.
As he placed a cloth dampened with alcohol on it's wound , it slowly let out even and steady breaths.
"You're a brave one. I'll let you know for that." Sherlock said with amusement and admiration.
The creature seemed to give a huff of pride and allowed Sherlock to wrap gauze and bandages around it's small abdomen.
"There. That will do."
The hedgehog turned it's head and sniffed at the bandage. It then turned to Sherlock and crawled towards his hands. Placing it's minuscule paws on them, almost like it was saying 'Thank you ' to him .
"Your welcome." Sherlock smiled.
He laid his head on the table while stroking the hedgehog's head.
The small animal looked towards the windows and as if on cue, a blinding flash of lighting and the following sound of thunder.
The creature then immediately turned into a ball and gave a small sound that was perceived to be a whimper.
Upon seeing this, Sherlock gently stroke it's spiny back.
"If you think I'm gunna leave you out there in that rain and in this condition, it'll be when the whole land of England has an IQ under 21."
As a response, the hedgehog seemed to relax a bit.
Sherlock sighed and picked up the frightened little thing.
"You can stay here with me. Forever if you want to! No matter what mum, dad or even my stupid fatty of a brother says."
The small creature eventually unravel itself and looked at him with hopeful eyes.
"I promise. This will be your home now. I'll protect you no matter what."
The hedgehog nuzzle it's head into the going boy's hand, give small noises of happiness.
"Oh! You need a name!" Sherlock furrows his brow.
"Hamlet? Asher? Spike? Brad?"
As the list of names continued, the hedgehog still made soft and displeased grunting noises.
"Martin? "
The hedgehog finally gave a squeak of approval.
"Martin it is then. I'm Sherlock. "
Sherlock brought Martin up into his room and read his encyclopedia of animals with his spiky companion until they both fell asleep on that rainy afternoon.
And up next is John's story.
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Along Those Lines
FanfictionYoung Sherlock was alone and he met a hedgehog that became his friend. At the same time, little John saved a cat and became his closest companion. Summary is horrible. Read and see what it's about. (first fanfic, please don't hate.) Thanks :)
