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John sat in his cage, looking at the new person. He was skinnier than John but taller. He'd come to adopt a pet as they all did. Some of the pets put on shows and talked to the boy, trying to impress him. John just sighed and remained quiet, no one would ever picked him.
The boy approached Johns cage and stared at the him as he studied him closely. "I want this one, mum." he said looking up to the taller woman that stood next to him.
John perked up at that and watched the boy. "If you're sure dear." She went to pay for John and brought back a leash, handing it to her son. "He's all yours." She smiled.
Sherlock smiled and unlocked the gate. "Your coming home with me, you'll like your new home, come on out." he said encouraging John to step out.
John tentatively stepped out of the cage. This boy looked to be around John's age, he couldn't be that bad or cruel of an owner right? "What are you going to name him?" Sherlock's mother asked.
Sherlock gently attached the leash to Johns collar and looked at him thinking of a name. "I'm not sure, do you have a name puppy?" he asked, most of the pets didn't have names but this one might.
John looked up at the mother and then back to his new owner. "John." He replied quietly. "You can name him whatever you like though." His mum pointed out.
Sherlock nodded to his mum and looked back to John. "John, I think that's a good name, it fits you, so John it is then." he said and led him out of the room with his mum.
John smiled slightly, glad he got to keep his name. He followed behind Sherlock and hopped into the car when he was told to. He watched the city outside as they drove to his new home.
Sherlock didn't say much on the ride home but once the car pulled up to his house he got out with John. "Come with me, I'll show you my room, then I'll give you a tour of the house." he said leading him inside and took the leash off of him.
John followed after him and was glad to have the pull of a leash removed. He padded after Sherlock, looking around the house as they went through it.
Sherlock lead him upstairs and into a bedroom the curtains were closed making it a bit dark. "This is my room." Sherlock said going to the curtains and pulling them open to let the sunlight into the room.
John blinked against the light and looked around in awe at all the interesting things this boy had.
"That table in the corner is where I do my experiments, don't play with anything on the table though." he warned pointing to the table. "And my bed is over in the other corner, I made you a small bed near mine, but my mum says you have to sleep in another part of the house, I'll show you now if you want." he said.
John looked at the strange things on the table and made a mental note to stay away from them. He turned back to his new master and nodded, waiting for him to lead the way.
Sherlock led him out and pointed out another bedroom door. "That's my brothers room, we aren't allowed in there though, he's not always home though but still, he also has a pet." he said and led him back downstairs.
John nodded at the information. He wondered what kind of pet his master's brother had and whether they'd get along.
"My parents room is down the hall over there, we aren't allowed in there either." he said and led John to another part of the hall and opened a door. "This is your room, my brothers pet is across from yours." he said pointing to the door in front of them, he led John in and showed him his bed.
John was slightly impressed. He couldn't believe he got his own room, much less a nice comfy looking bed. Then again none of this probably meant anything to the family that lived here, luxury was common with them.
"I can let you rest if you want, dinner will be ready soon, or we can go play." he said putting the leash on the door handle.
"I'm not really tired." John replied, looking at Sherlock and waiting for orders.
"Very well then, lets go outside and play, we can play catch with the new ball I bought." he said and led John out and into the backyard, he picked up a green leather ball and handed it to John.
"I toss it to you right?" John inquired, wanting to make sure he was doing the right thing.
"Yes, then I throw it back to you." he replied and took some steps back to catch the ball.
John took the ball in one hand and tossed it underhanded to Sherlock as best as he could.
Sherlock caught it and smiled. "Good throw, now you catch it." he said throwing the ball back to John.
John smiled and was able to catch the ball. He threw it back to Sherlock.
Sherlock caught it and both continued to toss the ball back in forth, Sherlock got an idea. "Go way out in the yard and I'll throw it to you John, see if you can catch it from over there." he said.
John nodded and backed up pretty far. He held his hands out to catch the ball but he ended up missing. "Sorry." He apologized and threw the ball to Sherlock.
"That's ok, we can practice some more later." he said and turned his head when he heard the front door open, he heard his brothers voice and sighed. "My brothers home, let me introduce you to him, I'm not sure if his pets with him." Sherlock said taking Johns hand and leading him inside.
John let Sherlock pull him inside and saw a boy that was a bit older than Sherlock who had to be his brother, along with another boy that must be his pet. "Hello Sherlock, this must be your new puppy." Mycroft said. "Not exactly the best looking but I suppose he'll do."
Sherlock greeted his brother and tensed at what he said. "Don't take about John like that Mycroft, I never insulted your pet." he snapped and pointed to the boy next to his brother.
"There's nothing to really insult Greg about. He's a very good pet." Mycroft said smiling at Greg. "Does your pet know the rules yet?"
Sherlock hesitated and looked at his feet. "No, I was busy giving him a tour of the house."
"You best do it soon. You know you'll have to be the one to punish him if he misbehaves and Mummy or I will step in if it's not done correctly." Mycroft warned. John felt a slight shiver run up his spine at talk of punishment. He looked over the other pet and saw that he seemed to be fairly well taken care of, that didn't mean he wasn't hiding marks of being punished though.
"I will tell him the rules before dinner, and you will never lay a hand on John, he's mine so I will punish him if he misbehaves, not you, see you at dinner time." he said glaring at his brother and pulled John to follow him upstairs to his bedroom.
Mycroft frowned slightly and went off with his pet to do his own thing before dinner. John followed Sherlock, paying attention to his feet so he didn't trip up the stairs.
Sherlock entered his room and shut the door still upset with his brother, he wouldn't let Mycroft punish John ever, he looked out the window and closed his eyes and sighed.
"Are you all right Master?" John asked, standing right beside him.
Sherlock opened his eyes and frowned at being called master. I'm fine, Mycroft just upset me, I won't ever let him hurt you, he's not yours, he has his own pet." he said rubbing a hand across his eyes.
John nodded. "He mentioned some rules I might need to know." He reminded. He didn't want to accidentally step over a line during his stay here.
"Yes, sit down and I'll tell you. First rule, you eat in another room from the dinner table, you can't eat with us, Second rule, you have to be in your room and in bed by nine, no wandering the house at night." he said and looked at John to see if he understood.
John sat down as he listened and nodded for Sherlock to go on.
"Third rule no going near the fences in the backyard, you have to stay behind the row of trees, don't ever pass the trees, fourth rule you can only be allowed in my room if I'm in the room with you." he said and paused a moment and continued. "And the fifth rule is always do what your master tells you to do." he finished off.
John nodded again. "Yes, Master." The rules seemed easy enough to follow. He hoped that life here wouldn't be so bad.
"Good, lets go wash up for dinner then,I'll show you where you and Greg eat." he said opening his door.
John walked through the doorway and followed Sherlock to the sink. He washed up and was directed to a room off of the dining room. Greg was already there.
"Don't be nervous, Greg is nice, unlike my brother." Sherlock said nudging John toward the table. "See you after dinner." he smiled and left the room to join his family.
John walked over to the table and sat down across from Greg where there was a plate set out for him. He smiled slightly at Greg and started to eat.
Greg smiled back. "Your name is John, correct?" he asked taking a bite of his food.
John nodded and took a sip of the water he'd been provided. The food was much better than what he'd gotten in the pound.
Greg raised a brow, John was a quiet person then. He didn't say anything more and finished his dinner.
John wasn't far from finishing when he decided to speak up. "So how is it living here?" He inquired.
Greg looked up and put his fork down. "I like it, and so will you, as long as you follow the rules and do what your master says you can really enjoy yourself here." he said smiling,
John smiled back. "That's good. Mycroft doesn't make you do anything too terrible then?"
Greg furrowed his brow. "No, like what exactly, doing his chores for him stuff like that?"
John shrugged, "Just nothing that you really don't want to do. I just...I've heard of some rather cruel or strict masters.'
Greg nodded in understanding, he heard about masters being cruel to their pets. "No, Mycrofts never done anything to hurt me or told me to do something I didn't want to do."
"Great. Are we allowed to do things together when not needed by our masters?" He asked, curious if him and Greg could become friends.
"Of course we can, sometimes Mycroft and Sherlock won't be home, so we can talk and hang out." he said smiling again.
"I'd like that. I mean...you know, if you want." He said.
"I'd like that John, it's nice to talk to someone at dinnertime, I got lonely when I had to eat alone."
"Well now you have me." John smiled. "Do we wait for them to come collect us or take our plates into the kitchen or what?" John had finished off his last bite.
"We take our plates to the sink and wait for our masters near the stairs." he said picking his plate up.
John grabbed his plate and glass and walked into the kitchen. He rinsed his plate and set it in the sink, then joined Greg by the stairs. "So any advice for the newbie? Other than follow the rules?"
"Yes, try to not get in the way with the father, he's nice but gets annoyed rather quickly if your being loud or getting in the way if he's on his phone." he said with a grin.
John smiled back at him. "Thanks, Greg."
: "Your welcome John, dinner should be over for the family in a few minutes." he said looking at the clock hanging on the wall.
John nodded and looked up at the clock as well. He continued to talk to Greg until Sherlock came to collect him.
Sherlock came into the room and saw the two talking. "John, lets go into my room now." he said taking his hand and leading him upstairs.
"Bye Greg." John waved as he let Sherlock drag him to his room.
Greg smiled and waved then turned to Mycroft when he entered. Sherlock entered his room and shut his door. "How was dinner?" he asked John as he removed his coat and hanging it up.
"It was good thank you." John smiled. "Yours?" He asked, assuming they got different foods.
"It was good, what did you think about Greg, he's nice isn't he?"
"Yes he is. I like him." John replied.
Sherlock nodded and looked out his window. "I told you he was nice, did you both talk about anything interesting?"
"I mostly just asked him questions about living here." John said, following Sherlock's line of sight to see if there was anything particularly interesting he was looking at.
Sherlock moved his gaze from the window to John. "Oh, do you think you'll like living here?"
John nodded and grinned as he looked back at Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled back. "I'm glad, you'll like it here I promise." he said ruffling Johns hair and sitting on his bed.
John leaned into the touch, enjoying it slightly. "So what did you want to do now?" John asked, sitting beside Sherlock.
"Well we have some time before bed, I can read you a story or we can just talk." he said with a shrug.
John's eyes lit up. "You'd read me a story?"
"Of course, I have a lot of books, there's a book shelf in the corner, pick out anyone you like." he said pointing it out.
John stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. He looked over the books and chose one that seemed interesting. He returned to the bed and handed it to Sherlock.