184 - Transformation - Dreaming - carlosiscute - Sherlock Holmes/Pokemon

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I can't believe I only made it two weeks. -headdesk- Well, here I am, trying again.

Title: Dreaming
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes and Pokemon
Prompt: 184 - Transformation
Warnings: Um, insanely odd?
Rating: G
Summary: Gladstone has very realistic and strange dreams when Sherlock feeds him.
A/N: I should not be allowed to write things this early in the morning because I have no idea what this is and I apologize. Also, I don't own anything that has to do with either fandom.

 

Gladstone should know by now not to accept treats from the man with the crazy eyes. He has such odd dreams and always wakes up feeling like he’s in a different place. He decides to stop eating what the crazy man gives him and only eat what the cranky man gives him instead, even if that means he only eats once a day.

 

 He needs to go on a diet anyways, the French Poodle from down the street laughed at him as he walked by last week. But what would she know, she fancies the Doberman from the bakery. All he eats are muffins.

 

Gladstone thinks this diet is a very possible thing, until the crazy man walks towards the window that he is laying under and places a steak a little ways from where he is basking in the sun. It looks delicious and Gladstone thinks that maybe the diet can wait until tomorrow. He doesn’t really care what some snooty French Poodle thinks of him anyway.

 

He trots over to the plate and gives it a sniff. The crazy man pats his head and whispers what Gladstone thinks are supposed to be comforting things. But “it shouldn’t cause any lasting damage” and “you’ll feel no pain after the first few minutes” doesn’t exactly make him want to eat the steak, no matter how good it smells.

 

He sits next to the plate and gives the man a considering look; the last time he ate something this man gave him he dreamt that he could fly and live in a mountain with a bunch of flying pigs and cats. They had traveled in packs and hunted oddly colored deer in a forest of cloud trees. All in all, it wasn’t a bad dream, just strange. There was also the one where he was a tree and people had picnics underneath his branches.

 

None have his dreams have had any lasting negative effects, so he decides to give the steak a chance. Besides, it looks and smells like an expensive slab of beef and Gladstone would hate to waste something like this when there are starving dogs all over the city.

 

He eats the steak in a few large bites, which elicits an excited look from the crazy man. He licks his muzzle and returns to his spot in the sun. The man follows him and sits next to him, staring with such intensity that Gladstone would be annoyed if it weren’t for the fact that he was beginning to get very sleepy.

“It’s acting much faster than I had imagined…” he heard the man mutter as he drifted off to sleep.

 

He woke in what he thought was his sunny nap spot, until he realized there was a breeze ruffling his fur. He didn’t have fur, at least not enough that a breeze would disturb it. And there shouldn’t be a breeze in the room anyway; the crazy man never opened the windows. Unless he had been asleep for so long that the cranky man was home.

 

He sat up and looked around. Yeah, he wasn’t in the same place he fell asleep, which meant this was another one of those strange dreams. It seemed he was now in a park of some sort, where a party was being held. Or a family reunion. Gladstone blinked, all the humans were female and all looked incredibly similar. They all had the same facial features and hair, but different clothing.

 

Hanging around the women were some small orange and cream puppies with black stripes. They were playing and splashing around in a small pond. Gladstone was thirsty and he’d never seen dogs like them before, so he figured going over to them was a win-win situation.

 

When he reached the women one leaned down and patted his head. Gladstone liked her, she smelled nice. All of them did actually. He licked her hand and received a smile before continuing on his way to the water. When he got there, the other dog- like creatures rounded on him, bouncing and jumping over each other to greet him. Gladstone didn’t really understand their excitement to see him, but he did like being cuddled so it wasn’t really a bad thing. They smelled a bit like other dogs that Gladstone had met in his life so he decided that it was a safe bet that they were.  After they all finally made some sort of contact with him was he able to make his way to the pond.

 

Gladstone discovered why the woman had petted him and why the other dogs had so readily welcomed him, he looked exactly like them! Gladstone wasn’t usually all that vain, but he did pride himself on not looking like the other dogs in his neighborhood. This was an outrage! He and the crazy man were going to have a very serious talk the next time they saw each other. The cranky man might not have that much luck with the crazy man, but Gladstone would make his displeasure known. As soon as he finally awoke from this nightmare, of course.

 

Gladstone let out a weary sigh and walked slowly back to the others. They were settling down for a nap, something he desperately needed after seeing how his beautiful appearance had been horribly altered. He snuggles down between two of the creatures he now resembles and lets his mind drift back to his little nap spot under the window.