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"Sherlock Holmes, give me back my bloody lizard." Anderson screeched as he tried to steal his beloved Anderlizard back from the detective who was currently holding it by its tail and was inspecting the lizard's leg. "Don't hold him like that you are hurting him!" Sherlock removed his grip from the lizard's tail and held it properly in his hand.
John looked up from his paper "Sherlock, give Anderson the lizard back." He wondered how Sherlock and Anderson have not killed each other yet, they argued over most things and they were like children and he felt like a single father to them. Sherlock shouted something how he was using the lizard for science. Anderson screamed at Sherlock again. Sherlock threatened to dissect Anderlizard if Anderson kept complaining.
Anderson imminently stopped complaining, no detective was going to hurt his Anderlizard, that lizard was his pride and joy and it was the closest thing he could have to a real dinosaur. Sherlock smirked and put his finger in the lizards mouth to see how see how far it could stretch open.
Anderlizard snapped his jaw shut and bit down on Sherlock's finger. Sherlock nearly managed to throw the lizard off his finger but luckily Anderson catches the lizard "Who is a good little dinosaur?" Anderson asked the lizard "You are getting extra bugs tonight for biting uncle Sherlock. Daddy is so proud of you." Anderson blushed after just realizing that he had said that out loud, John chuckled and Sherlock made a comment about how dull the lizard was.
"If he is so dull, why did you take the sudden interest in him?" John asked as he put down his paper.
"John I have come to the conclusion that I need to have a new companion. Someone who will be able to assist me with solving crimes and will be able to comprehend everything I say." Sherlock said as he flopped on the sofa.
"But isn't that why I am here?" asked John "I do all those things and but I am happy for you to make a new friend."
Sherlock rolled his eyes "Why would I want another person as a friend? Anderson has made the rank of human being in my book. I don't need another person to be my friend." Sherlock said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I need to have a pet."
"We already have a pet." John said quickly.
"That is Anderson's pet not mine. Anderlizard is boring and I need something that is less dull than a lizard."
"Anderlizard is not boring." Anderson shouted "He is the most wonderful creature in the world and you are just jealous."
"Yes. I am very jealous of your lizard." Sherlock said sarcastically "The amazing things your lizard can do for example destroy that model city that you made while you pretend that your lizard is Godzilla."
"How do you know that?" Anderson asked blushing again.
"John told me that you filmed Anderlizard destroying the model city and you showed it to him."
"John, you promised not to tell anyone about 'Godzilla the mini Dino!"
John shrugged "Sherlock, you are not having a pet. You will lose interest in it after a day , so there is no point in you having one."
Sherlock stamped his foot "John that is not fair! Why does Anderson get a pet and I can't."
"Anderson is responsible and you are not. And you can barely look after yourself on a good day. And if you have a pet, you are not going to look after it and I will be left to care for it."
"I'll look after it I promise, I'll walk it, feed it, clean up after it and do everything." Sherlock listed off.
"Sherlock the answer is still no."
Sherlock stamped his foot "You are not fair!" He shouted "I hate you!" After that comment Sherlock had stormed off to his room and refused to talk to John when he came out.
"I never thought he would get upset about wanting a pet." Anderson commented "He is like Toby when he found out that he couldn't get a pet dinosaur."
"He will be fine in a day or two." John replied as he turned back to his newspaper "He will try to get you to do what he wants. If you find yourself in a situation where he will try to convince you do what he wants, you should tell him that you will burn all of his case files and he will be off cases for a while or threaten to play his violin. The violin thing is his kryptonite and it will be the death of him. Use this power wisely as with great power comes great responsibility."
Three days later, Sherlock didn't come out of his room that much, he did come out of his room for a short amounts of time to get a can of something and he would hurry back into his room. John was quite happy that Sherlock was in his room as it meant that he couldn't insult his date that he had for the night. Anderson was slightly worried as last time Sherlock spent a lot of time in his room he was mummifying a sheep, so who knows what he was doing.
Anderson knocked on Sherlock's door with a plate of food. He was doing this mostly to check that the detective was still alive, as he hadn't been out for meals in all the time he had been in his room. "Sherlock?" he asked, thinking of the possibility that his flatmate was dead.
" Anderson, what do you want?" Sherlock shouted "I am busy with something and talking to you is wasting my time."
"Mostly checking that you are alive." Anderson shouted "John wants you to eat something as you haven't been at meals for a few days."
"I know that I haven't been at meals." Sherlock yelled "I am alive, you are distracting me from my experiment."
"What are you doing?" Anderson asked "If that involves body parts or chemicals or anything dead…I will kill you with the toast that I am holding."
"Can you slide the toast under the door?" Sherlock asked as he tried to place his experiment in the box "Stop moving!" He shouted at the experiment.
"Sherlock what is in my spare room?" Anderson shouted as he placed the plate on the ground "Open the door right now or I will break it in."
"There is nothing in the room that will be any interest to you. Anderson, go and play with your toy dinosaurs." The last time Toby had visited, he had left his toy dinosaurs at the flat and they had covered the whole flat and Sherlock had taken the opportunity to make fun of him by mostly by placing the dinosaurs in every place imaginable. They were in his cubical, in the cupboards , in his underwear drawer and once Sherlock had laid them out all over the living room floor and had created a dinosaur land that had toy trees and the ground was covered in sand. The only thing Anderson could think to do was invite Toby around play with the dinosaurs, it was a good day even though it took weeks to get rid of the sand, for some reason there was sand in the bathtub, he thought that Sherlock was purposely covering the whole flat in sand just to annoy him.
Anderson sighed, this was worth a try "Sherlock , if you don't open up the door, I will play your violin."
"You don't know how to play violin." Sherlock said as he hid the box in his wardrobe as he knew that Anderson wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't see the room.
"There is videos online, I can learn." The door opened and Anderson walked into the room, there was nothing unusual in the room, that means that it must be in the wardrobe, that is where Sherlock hid things and that is where the dress was. "Let me see the wardrobe."
"Anderson, you know about the dress, and there is nothing interesting in the wardrobe." Sherlock started to shove Anderson out of his room. "Goodbye." A small scraping sound came from the wardrobe and there was a meow.
"Did your wardrobe just meow?" Anderson asked quickly removing himself from Sherlock. "What is in my wardrobe?"
"It must be your imagination. Have you been inhaling the chemicals in the fridge again? You should stop doing that, it will be bad for you."
Anderson made his way to the wardrobe and was about to open it but Sherlock had blocked it. "Tell me what is in the wardrobe or you can tell me about the dress."
Sherlock sighed and closed the door. "I will tell you what is in my wardrobe, only if you don't tell John."
"Fine. I won't." Anderson sat down on the bed as Sherlock took out the box and opened it. "I won't tell John, only if you tell me why you have a dress."
Sherlock sighed again "I will tell you about the dress, only if you won't tell." Anderson smirked, he was going to get his twenty quid from John and he was already planning what to do with the money, it was between buying some alcohol for Sherlock to get drunk or he would take his nephew to that dinosaur movie at the cinema.
Sherlock lifted something furry out of the box and placed it on Anderson's lap. The furry thing started to move and purr. Sherlock had a cat in his room. He was about to yell at Sherlock for the cat but it was too cute, it was a ginger cat with little white paws. "Does it have a name?" Anderson asked.
Sherlock removed another cat from the box this one was a fluffy white Persian cat who looked if it had ran into a window as its face was squished up."Why would I name it? I don't have a name for any of them. You can name them if you want."
"How many cats do you have?" Anderson asked he placed the cat on his lap on the bed and he reached up to pick up the other one. This cat had one eye and its ear was torn slightly.
"There was only three cats I liked in the shelter. The reason for the one eyed cat it is that it looked lonely and it needed me."
Anderson didn't know what to say, Sherlock had adopted cats and had done something nice. This was the nicest thing Sherlock had done something nice for something else. It was a miracle. "Can we keep them?" Sherlock asked.
"We can keep them." Anderson said, he couldn't say no to Sherlock when he was holding a cat. Anderson was considering making his laptop screen saver a picture of Sherlock holding a cat, mostly as it was something he couldn't believe and he needed the constant image of Sherlock holding a cat to prove it.
Later when John came back to the flat he saw a cat lying on top of the TV and Anderson and Sherlock sitting on the floor playing with cats. "Why do you have cats in the flat?" John asked as he removed the TV.
Anderson and Sherlock looked at each other. "My love life hasn't been great lately, so I thought I would buy a cat and ended up with three." Anderson lied, as he knew that John was more likely to let them keep the cats if Anderson had kept them.
"Do you not think it is a bit sad, that after one bad date with Sherlock that you felt the need to buy three cats?" John asked.
"It may be sad, but I don't care." Anderson stroked the cat he was holding "Sherlock had decided to help me look after the cats."
Sherlock nodded "I am going to feed them, clean after them and play with them." The cat he was playing with ran away and jumped on the shelf and knocked something over. "I should clean that up." Sherlock sighed, he would get Anderson to do it but Anderson told him that he would let Sherlock to keep the cats only if Sherlock had the responsibility to look after them.
John sat down on his chair "If you are looking after them , Sherlock, then we can keep them. What do they have names?" John asked.
"Not yet. But we will think of something soon." Sherlock said "I need to think of the perfect names that fit the can. Also, Anderson, we are not naming the cat over a dinosaur." Anderson mumbled something and continued to play with the cat.
The rest of the evening consisted of three men playing with cats and them arguing about cat names and taking cat photos and posting them on their Facebook and other websites, well Sherlock didn't do that part , but Anderson took enough pictures for the flat. They may have acted like crazy cat women but they didn't care. It wasn't until eleven at night when Anderson asked "So Sherlock are you going to tell us about the dress? I am letting you keep the cats."
Sherlock groaned, trust Anderson to use blackmail already, he wanted to keep the cats but he didn't want to tell Anderson and John about the dress. It was a hard decision, but the need to keep the cats was greater than the dress secret. "Fine I will tell you tomorrow." John and Anderson started to yell at each other about why Sherlock had the dress again. While they were arguing at each other Sherlock grabbed the cats and took them to his room so they wouldn't have to listen to the arguing and he wanted to prevent from the cats developing hearing problems, who said he wasn't nice?
Thank you for viewing. If you have any ideas, please write them down and I will use them. Also you can name the cats as I am not that good at naming things and I think you could come up with something better than Cat 1 and Cat 2 and One eye cat.