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Chapter 6: Chance Meeting (JW/G/SM)
The sun shone in weakly through the shades. John groaned, opening his eyes and rolled over, face first into Gladestone's wet nose. "Urghhh…Goodmorning Gladestone…" he grumbled at the puppy. He reached up and scratched behind his ears. "Sleep well, buddy?" he asked quietly.
Gladestone licked John's nose and yawned. He stretched and jumped down off of the bed and scratched at the door, wanting to get out of the room.
"Alright, alright." he grumbled and got out of bed. He pulled some warm clothes out of his dresser, and pulled on his trousers and a warm jumper. "Ready for our walk, Gladestone?" he smiled sleepily.
Gladestone barked and pawed at the door. "Hold on, you mangey mutt." he sighed and hobbled over and opened the door.
Gladestone shot out of the room and ran down the stairs and waited impatiently at the front door.
"How do you possibly have so much energy?" John exclaimed, exasperated. He grabbed the leash from one of the hooks and clipped it to his collar. "Alright boy, let's go." he said and opened the door.
John and Gladestone walked around the block, Gladestone peeing on anything and everything. John yawned, his eyes squeezing shut and he walked into someone, nearly falling over.
"Oh! Excuse me! I'm so sorry!" John said and glanced at the person he'd run into and gasped. "Moran?" he blinked.
Sebastian's eyes widened and the tips of his ears went pink. "John Watson." He saluted him, standing straight and at attention.
"At ease." John muttered. "I haven't seen you since…well…" he frowned down at his feet.
"Since my dishonorable discharge. Yeah." Sebastian said stiffly. "I heard you got shot the day after…" he murmured.
John nodded curtly, glancing at Gladestone, who was contentedly smelling everything. "In the shoulder." he sighed. "Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." he added and frowned. "How have you been?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"Oh…I'm doing well." Sebastian responded hesitantly. "Real life isn't all that bad…" he grumbled, making John smile.
"Yeah? Got anyone special living with you? That's an awful lot of stuff for one person." he commented, nodding towards the grocery bags.
"Living with my boss and my brother decided to drop by. Needed to get some things for them." he sighed.
"…living with your boss? Isn't that…unhealthy?" he asked and frowned.
"I'm a bodyguard now, John. Living with my boss is an important part of protecting him." he said and chuckled. His smile quickly vanished and his face blanched. "Sonofabitch! I'm sorry John! I really to get home. It was great seeing you. I'll drop you a line sometime!" he exclaimed and ran off.
John blinked. "Well…that was a bit odd, don't you think, Gladestone?" he smiled at the pup, which earned him a tail wag. "Look at your cute little happy butt." he giggled and massaged the pups head. "I love you." he whispered.
Gladestone yipped and licked John's hand happily and nipped at his fingertips.
"Hey now! None of that." he said and tapped the pups head reprimandingly. "Let's go on home. We'll have breakfast when we get back." he said and they walked back to 221B.
