There would be a lot, a lot of guilt, self-flagellation, trying to insist Sam stay away from him, he’s clearly too dangerous, and so much drinking.
All the drinks.
It wouldn’t be a happy AU.
Tag: reaction
The thing about Jacob is he always seems to have a Grab First reaction. Wee kiddo Jacob is not that different, though luckily for little Sam he’s not a rough child by nature. In fact he’s much more likely to hug than to be mean. He doesn’t like to see people upset, and hugs are a good solution, right?
His parents just want to take care of their kid. They don’t have any expectations of a very tiny kiddo showing up in their room, but they’re both nice people. Even if Nicholas Andris is HUGE, Sam doesn’t need to be scared of him.
Of course, poor Sam won’t know any of this when he first encounters them!
Jacob paused, noticing the tiny voice at the edge of hearing. He couldn’t tell if his papa heard it too, but he was still looking at him expectantly. Behind him, Jacob could see his mama leaning to watch curiously. He pursed his lips and clutched his toy trucks closer while he rapidly processed the situation to determine if they suspected something.
“Uh uh,” he said, squirming away from his Dad’s hand to walk hurriedly around the second bed. “I’m only playing trucks today, see?” He held up the trucks to display them even as he sidled into the narrow space between the bed and the wall.
His mama raised an eyebrow at him. “Jacob, are you telling the truth? You know you’re not supposed to lie.”
“I am! I’m just playing trucks!” he insisted.
His father stood up with a quiet creak of his joints as they hoisted all of his huge body up. His mama stood again and walked around her tall husband to stand at the foot of the second bed and look appraisingly at Jacob and his pocket.
“Jacob,” his papa said gently. “Did I hear something? Do you have a mouse trapped in your pocket?” His deep voice was kind, patient with the boy, but also stern.
His mama was in charge of the really stern looks, and Jacob inched away from her even more as she leveled one on him. “Jacob Nicholas Andris, you tell us the truth right now or I’m going to come and check your pockets myself.”
After coming to terms with the existence of witches and magic, and fuming over the attack on John, Sherlock would research his brains out trying to find a way to fix his flatmate.
In the meantime, their relationship would remain the same. Sherlock would see no reason to treat John any differently just because he changed sizes, though his protective side will certainly show. John will be safe, and the most he’ll have to worry about is how portable he is now. Sherlock can and would easily pluck up his tiny doctor and carry him along wherever he’s going. Poor John might have to fight for a bit of independence, but that’s about it.
And John will definitely find some creative way to defend himself, just in case he and Sherlock are separated.
Bowman would definitely be wary of Rumsfeld on first sight of him. A Rottweiler might not look super similar to its wolfish ancestor, but Rumsfeld is still a large creature with sharp teeth that are clearly meant for meat-eating. Bowman would make sure he stayed well out of range of the friendly puppy, no matter how much whining Rumsfeld did. Just picture a sprite perched up on the curtains with his little leafy wings flared wide open. That’d be Bowman.
November 28th excerpt:
Keeping himself down below the level of the collar, Sam carefully put one foot in front of the other. The neckline of the shirt John was wearing under the jacket gave him a place to plant his boots, and all he had to do was not slip down the edge of the cliff John’s back became. Sam’s pulse quickened. Just like at home, he encouraged himself, calling to mind all the daredevil stunts he’d pulled on Dean over and over again.
After he reached the halfway point, Sam pushed himself off harder, clambering at last to John’s other shoulder.
That’s gotta tickle.
John did not expect
But the good doctor is not squirming.
Bonus excerpt:
John blinked when he felt Sam’s weight shift, what little he could make out of it. He seemed to be shuffling further back, and for a moment John worried that he was moving too fast or jostling the little fellow.
Sam’s intention became clear, however, as he moved across the back of his neck.
John’s shoulders tensed and tiny hairs stood on end as the younger Winchester’s tiny body brushed against them. Only when Sam made it safely to the other side did John remember to breathe. He doubted he would ever truly be used to any of this. Not like they teach you how to handle interacting with tiny people…
Sherlock…handles things in his own way.
The circumstances in Hounds of Baskerville were a little different than in BC. When Sherlock has his big freak-out, he’s been drugged and is much more high-strung than he normally would be. Though, that’s not to say that he handles that topic perfectly.
Sherlock’s entire reality is built on science and logic, what he can see and feel and prove. He’d refuse to believe in the supernatural unless it was right in front of him. He can’t exactly deny the existence of the bitty bros, but he will struggle with the idea of witches and a curse. We’ll just have to wait and see if he runs into ghosts and vampires to gauge his reaction.
September 19th excerpt:
Dean cut off mid-sentence, his entire body stiffening. Scenes that had played out months ago ran through his mind, reminding him of the time his size had been turned on him, shoved in his face over and over again.
You already know I’m under four inches tall, what more do you need? I know I’m the shortest one here, isn’t that enough?!
Brothers Apart 