A/N: This story is based on a pocket John picture I found on pinterest.

Also please note, this is a POV story and the writer (of this specific story) is a medical student. I myself am not a medical student which is why I haven't mentioned in detail about the tests or classes

Yeah, that's it, Enjoy

P.S: If anyone is here from my other stories, please note that I will be updating them sooner or later, thank you for your patience.

I walked confidently, content that I had finally managed to save enough to get myself one of them. It had been a long and hard struggle since I was only a teen and didn't exactly have any means of income.

I had planned everything out with utmost care and precision. The time I would need, the cost, the types... I made sure to not leave out a single detail. I had already gone through this whole thing multiple times.

Though I must admit, the more difficult part was getting my roomate to let me have one of them, I dare say it was harder than saving the money itself. I had to beg her day and night and promise her I would take good care of him... it took countless promises and affirmations but she finally agreed. (Well, she didn't exactly agree, but I took her silence as a yes)

I walked briskly to the store, counting the money again and again to make sure I had enough and mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do.

I felt anxious yet excited at the same time, I've always found it difficult to express emotions and this case was no exception, I'm almost certain I made weird and questionable faces while walking for I got more glares than I usually do.

Ding*

The familiar bell ringed in my ears. I walked up to the counter and looked at the grim man behind the counter who was currently busy with another customer.

"But sir, my son-"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE ABOUT YOUR SON?!"

"Sir, you said-"

"Just get out of my store"

"But-"

"OUT"

I saw the man straighten his tie, hold his child's hand and walk out, while giving the most disgusted expression to the shop owner.

The customer was a tall and lean fellow with a fair complexion, brown hair and brown eyes. He was most likely in his 40s. He wore a well tailored black suit that was made by an awfully expensive brand, he was rich alright. The cufflinks were diamonds and his tie was made of a rare silk. He had a gold plated watch which was also, like the suit, branded and almost anyone could make out from his way of holding himself and his accent that he was no less than a celebrity, though I'll admit, I don't necessarily have the time or the interest to find out which one of them he was.

So why was a man as important as himself being rejected at getting something from this small corner shop in the middle of nowhere? Well, almost certainly because he requested for an item that was no longer available, and these things were one of a kind, you couldn't find them everywhere and you certainly did not want to miss the chance of getting one of them if you could.

The child himself was contrary to his father. He was plump and looked like he would burst had he had one more plum cake. You could tell by his expression that he was also almost certainly a spoiled brat, not a rare sight. Perhaps the boy had asked his father to bring him to the shop to get one and had insisted on a certain kind, and had been oh-so-surprised when he had found out they didn't have them, and the well known man was in no mood of being caught with his offspring throwing a tantrum and walked out as swiftly as he same in.

"Great, you again"

I was startled since I had been so focused on the previous customer, I shifted uncomfortably in my place cleared my throat and proceeded to ask what I came for.

"Could I have one of the-"

"One of the pocket Johns, yeah sure, which one?"

He pointed at a display I had seen all too many times already, after all I had come here multiple occasions, and I had chosen the one I wanted with utmost care.

There were a lot of Johns to, one of them lay sprawled on the floor, sleeping, one of them sat on a small sofa, reading a newspaper, one of them was seated at a tiny table, eating tiny food from a tiny plate... you get the point. All of them were placed in glass jars, big enough for them to have enough room, but also small enough so the owner wouldn't have had to purchase a palace to store them all. They were all set in neat rows on a rather old wooden shelf, one might suspect that the furniture might give in at any point, unless of course, they noticed the wood and made an educated guess on where the item was manufactured.

I looked around and finally spotted the one I had been waiting to get all this time. He had his face glued to the surface of the jar he was in, his tiny hands on either sides of his face as he watched intently and hopefully at his future friend- me.

"That one" I said, pointing at the jar, confident in my words.

He picked up the jar from the wooden shelf and set it on the counter. The little thing looked at me and smiled, but just as quickly as he did, he lost his smile, and instead looked at me with fear, perhaps afraid that I, like every other person who had entered the shop before me, would look for every possible flaw in him and have him back on the shelf, where he would spend the rest of his days, sad and lonely in his little glass jar. But I gave him a reassuring smile, that was until...

"Alright, 200 pounds"

"I'm sorry what?"

"You heard me"

I looked at him with apparent shock, 200 pounds?! But up until last week it was 100 pounds...

"But I came in her last week, and you told me-"

"Last week was last week, times change"

"But it's hardly been 5 days"

"Do you want him or not?"

I looked at the man, and then at the jar and sighed, I noticed his little eyes droop down as he was again rejected and lost hope at ever finding a friend again.

The owner snatched the jar and put it back on the shelf, grinning, I knew he had only double the price in such less so as to see me disappointed at the end of my long hard struggle, and he knew i knew but ofcourse, it didn't affect him.

I reached my flat and knocked on the door, my flatmate opened it

"Well, did you get him? Where is he? I wanna see!"

I glanced at her and somewhat rudely shoved her to the side and made my way to my bedroom, fell onto he bed and buried my face in my pillow.

She followed to my room and sat on the edge of my bed, I was in no mood to tell at her to leave.

"Sooo, I'm guessing you couldn't get him?"

"Great deduction genius, what's next? You're going to tell me it's nighttime? Or that the sun is at the centre of the solar system? Or the sky is blue? Or-"

"Yeah, I get it, enough with the sarcasm"

I muttered something to the pillow, sarcasm was something that came naturally to me, not something I had a lot of control over.

"200 pounds"

"What?"

I sat up and looked at her "he said the John was 200 pounds, 200! And just last week he told me it was a 100"

She just looked at me, sorry, she knew the man didn't necessarily like me, and she also knew that I had already figured that out a long time ago, I buried my head in my pillow again.

I dug the hands in my hair and groaned, why was pathology so freaking hard? I had a test in two days and I hadn't even started studying for it.

I was busy stuffing information into my brain when suddenly-

Thud*

I heard the sound of something heavy being dropped in the kitchen, I started breathing heavily for it could not have been my roommate who was currently not at home. Then it hit me-

There was something in the kitchen

There had to be, a sound as loud as that could only have been produced by a massive object, and there was no way the wind just pushed a huge object down the counter.

I grabbed a metal rod that had been lying around my room for a few days for some reason and proceeded cautiously towards the source of the sound, my heart raced as every breath became deeper and deeper.

As I approached the door I looked around the room for any signs of forced entry through the window or door, surprisingly, they were locked shut, meaning the intruder had been here a while.

It was then I noticed something in my bag, that I had placed on the counter during the day, move around restlessly. Gear struck me as I suspected a mouse that might have found it's way to my half eaten sandwiches.

I closed my eyes tightly as I very slowly lifted the flap of my bag and opened my eyes to find to my shock,

A John, a pocket John Watson, in my bag, the exact one I had wanted, munching on some leftover candy.

I dropped the metal rod as he stopped at eating and looked at me, he then proceeded to climb out of my bag and stand onto he kitchen counter.

I stared at him, my mind racing with multiple questions, with most of them being-

"How..?"

He pointed at my bag as I realized that he had somehow escaped his jar and climbed into my bag when I was leaving, I wasn't sure how or why but at the moment, I figured he was hungry.

I wasn't exactly sure what to give him but I figured he too, after all, had the same anatomy as a full sized human being and settled on making an omelette, yes it was night time but I couldn't care less, besides, who doesn't like omelettes?

I gave him a proportion I thought would suffice his hunger and was amused by his manners. He finished rather quickly and I gave him some more till he made it quite clear he was full.

He then raised his arms like a little kid, demanding to be lifted, I gently lifted him in my hands and took him to my room, I was about to place him on a small pillow when he grabbed my hand more firmly and refused to get down, it wasn't difficult to tell he wanted to stay like that on my hand.

I sat on my bed and watched him succumb to a deep slumber as I too felt my eyelids get heavy, I could study for the test tomorrow.

I wondered how my roommate would react on discovering the pocket John that had mysteriously appeared in my room when only a few hours ago I told her I couldn't get him. I wouldn't tell her right now, maybe later, on my accords.

I felt my eyes close as I let out a deep sigh of relief.

I was happy to finally have a best friend.

Welcome home, John Watson