Midday had rolled around, oddly, uneventfully. John was reveling in the peacefulness. Sherlock didn't have a case, but he was also not yet displaying symptoms of boredom. There was a rare calmness in the flat.

John was wary. If he could survive his session with Ella today, and nothing major happened with Sherlock he might actually make his date with Jeanette.

She had, surprisingly, given him a second chance. It had taken lots of pleading. Not that John would admit it.

He anxiously looked between Sherlock and his watch.

'Ten minutes.' He thought. 'Ten minutes till my appointment with Ella. If we can go ten minutes-!'

Sherlock noticed and looked at him oddly. "I'm not going to mess up your date tonight."

John nodded. Not quite sure of how to respond.

Ms. Hudson walked through and shooed him. "Now off with you. You'll be late!"

John looked at his watch again. It was if fact time for him to leave.

Odd. Hadn't it been a good ten minutes? And how long had Ms. Hudson been in their flat?

He hailed a cab and one stopped right away. Was this really even London?

His visit with Ella was a breeze. She didn't insinuate or pry. It was even..pleasant.

What in hell was going on?

He rubbed his shoulder nervously as he entered the resturant that yet another miracle can had brought him to.

Then he spotted Jeanette. And oh! Was she gorgeous?!

She sat in their reserved booth with a flirtatious smile. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "John I've been thinking." She gave an enticing little humm. "We should skip dinner...have a little fun."

John smiled. "Oh! Fun I see. We could do...that."

Suddenly Sherlock appeared from nowhere. "Do what?"

John shrieked. "Sherlock!"

Jeanette harrumphed and walked away. Sherlock slid into her seat. "She was boring me anyway. So what are we doing for fun?"

John stuttered. "Sher-sherlock! My date! Again!"

He heard Jeanette harrumph again louder. He opened his eyes and realized he'd fallen asleep on the couch. Jeanette was standing angrily over him.

She wasn't quite the beauty he'd seen in his dreams. To be fair it seemed like she'd had a good long cry.

He looked at his watch. He'd missed dinner entirely. Fuck.

"You've blown me off for the last time John Watson!" She slapped him and exited in a huff.

He leaned back and sighed. "Even in my dreams."

His handy buzzed. He checked it briefly and discovered a plethora of messages from Ella and Jeanette. And one from Sherlock that read, 'Jeanette's here. Seems upset.'

John was seeing red. "Even in my dreams!" He growled. "You even ruin my dates in my dreams!"

Sherlock walked in. "You said my name in your sleep. I think it annoyed Jeanette."

"Why didn't you wake me!?" John demanded.

"You needed sleep. By the way, what kind of fun did you have in mind?"