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It was a dark and stormy night. Oh wait, John just had his eyes closed. Well, actually he was having a nap. In Sherlock's chair in front of the blaring telly. John sighed and ran a hand over his face, how long had he been asleep? The clock read 10:35 pm. Ugh. Where's Sherls? Out...still? Ugh. John had had enough of the consulting detective disappearing for many hours a day. Someday something would happen and John wouldn't mind. I'm lying. Of course I'd mind.

Fifteen minutes later, John was settled back in his own chair with a steaming cup of tea. Relaxing. Actually just waiting for Sherlock to come home but he wouldn't admit it. It got awfully lonely sometimes. He wished he had a dog. John was sure Mrs. Hudson would allow it. Before he knew it, John Watson was falling asleep once more with an empty tea cup in his grasp, dreams of puppies romping around in tiny little jumpers flitted through his mind.

"John….John...Wake up!"

"Urghhhhhh go 'way."

"No. John, I've got a case! ...Gavin is here…."

"...'s Greg."

"Whatever."

"...Fine." At this point, John opened his ever-changing eyes to reveal a certain Holmes very, very close to his face. The shorter man jumped out of his chair, feeling a cramp in his neck. CRASH

"Oh. The teacup." Sherlock looked down and dismissed the damage with a wave of his hand.

"Anyways, Jaaawwwwn. Are you even listening? I've solved a case, Lestrade helped me since you were napping."

"Where's Lestrade? You said he was here."

"He...I may have lied about that part just to get you to wake up." At this, Sherlock sent John a charming smile and wink before whipping around.

"...Hey...Sherlock?"

"Yes, John?" Sherlock twirled back around, his coat billowing up around his legs.

"I was er...wondering. Could we...I...maybe, er, get a...pet?"

"A what?"

"A pet, Sherlock. It get lonely around here sometimes because you're always out doing god-knows-what."

"Why do you need a pet?"

"Sherlock...look, if you really don't want one, it's fine."

"No! No…it's okay, get a pet, I just don't understand why people need them."

"For companionshi-" John was shushed by a wave from Sherlock's hand.

"For God's sake, John! Am I not companion enough for you?" Sherlock inquired, raising a thin eyebrow. A faint smile played on his lips.

"I just need someone..or rather, something that listens to me."

"..."

"..." John stood, staring at Sherlock. Was this that hard to comprehend?

"Oh."

"So it's a puppy then?" John asked, excitement poorly hidden in his voice. He could picture the canine now, all floppy ears and wagging tail.

"...I was thinking cat."

"No. A dog. Dogs listen. Cats are...too much like you. They often keep to themselves and hiss at you."

"I do not hiss!" Sherlock protested.

"Yeah, you do."

"...Okay, but that was once and Mycroft wouldn't leave me alone!" The taller man whined, absolute distaste for that incident clearly shown in his cerulean orbs.

"Sure, sure. Anyways, how about this weekend we go and get ourselves a dog?"

"..." Sherlock said nothing.

"...Sherlock…"

"Fine."