Summary: John gets a dog and Sherlock is less than pleased with the arrangement; Especially since the dog is infringing on his time with John.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Sherlock Holmes of any kind.
Chapter 8: Between a Dog and a Hard Place (aka "The Waiting Game")
John had left for the clinic. One call from the female doctor and he'd run out the door.
Sherlock had rebelled: the kitchen askew, books scattered, but anxiety still thrummed like electricity. A familiar itch was growing within, begging to be scratched; Sherlock collapsed on the couch, his whole body a kinetic coil.
Dog had run off before, but now stared at him, climbing onto the couch to lie on top of him.
Sherlock scowled at it, ignoring the steady thumping of the small heart.
Sherlock put a hand on the fur, and breathed.
He closed his eyes and waited.
A/N: This chapter was like pulling teeth on a T-Rex. It still doesn't seem quite right, but oh well. I know I said the division would be showing up soon, and they will, but this hit me like an asteroid and said "write me!", so, you know...
p.s. - Maddy knows what's up, dogs are cool like that.
p.p.s - This story seems to have magic abilities, I started this story several months ago, and just recently restarted it in earnest, and what do you know, my mother comes home with a stray German Shepard pup she found abandoned at the beach. Huh, maybe I should write a story about a puppy turning into Tom Hiddleston...not.
Words: 100 (after several re-writes)