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.
Warning: Talk of relapse, I suppose, but if you're into Sherlock, this really shouldn't be any surprise.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Sherlock Holmes of any kind.
Chapter 9: Hot Under the Collar
When John got home, he knew he'd messed up. The flat was wrecked.
He hadn't event thought about Sherlock possibly relapsing, and then he saw them, curled up together on the sofa, breathing softly with eyes shut. Deep asleep. He'd known Sherlock had felt a bit peaky, but beyond that he hadn't noticed, had been in too much of a rush. John discreetly checked underneath his recliner; Sherlock hadn't found it, thank goodness.
John sighed, barely, but his throat was hot as he hung his head.
He hadn't been there when he was needed, he'd failed, but luckily Maddy hadn't.
A/N: Next chapter, I promise, the Division will say "hi", but I needed John's side of this little story before moving on.
note - Addictions are not cured, they are managed, that's why John keeps the seven percent solution around. Luckily, it wasn't needed.
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