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The detective was glowering at him. Lestrade’s alpha snickered as he pointed to where two pups rambunctiously ran around a small water fountain. “Your poodle is over there. I think Sherlock made a friend.”
“Poodles do not just make friends. They’re highly intelligent loners, and narcissists. They don’t just adopt- ah.” The two men watched as the tiny Labrador forged forward, Sherlock trotting behind.
“I think he made a friend.” The police man repeated. “Which is good for him.”
“Interesting that he choose a Labrador of all things… Where is it’s owner?” The detective scanned the area, before his eyes fell on a short doctor. “Aha. The doctor.”
The other waved him on. “Go on ahead. Lestrade isn’t actually supposed to be here anyways, so I’ll take off now. Lestrade! Here!”
The dog shifted, and Mycroft’s head rose to pin the police man with a disapproving stare. Lestrade slowly rose to all four paws, and with Mycroft still on his back, trotted towards the two men. “I would say the cat’s crazy, but I think lazy is a better word for it.”
“Lazy indeed. I need Lestrade for cases, and he’s a police dog- trained to attack people on commands. He’s not supposed to be socialized too much.”
The detective waved an airy hand. “I’ll leave you two to it then. I have other things to do.” The detective swept off towards the doctor, watching the two puppies bemusedly, his short blond hair reflecting the sunlight.
“Ahh- Doctor. The Labrador belongs to you.”
“Yes, I’m-“
“Unimportant. I was wondering if perhaps instead you’d be willing to meet again some time; Sherlock, the poodle over there, doesn’t get along well with others. I would offer to buy the pup off of you, but you don’t seem willing.”
The doctor watched as Sherlock and John chased a poor Chinese terrier across the tiny park back to its owner, before proudly swaggering back to the fountain. They seemed to be enjoying their adventures, especially when a big German Shepherd trotted bast, pausing to take a short part in their game and walking off again.
“Certainly; why not. John could use the comp-”
That’s when the Labrador’s anguished howls began to keen into the air.
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It's just so adorable. Sherlock and John becoming friends! (Oh Sherlock, John is going to be a great addition to the "pack".)
I loved the line about Sherlock's master needing a Healer often. (Funny noise of happiness). I also loved the Mycroft/Lestrade cuddling. Who says cats and dogs can't get along. :3
The detective and the doctor. I'm snickering because it reminds me a bit of 101 Dalmations.
AND CLIFFHANGER! D: Why would you do this to me?
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Stupid, stupid, stupid dog was what he was. He shouldn’t of let Sherlock go close to that tomcat Jim. Sherlock had distracted his attention and jumped onto the lip of the fountain to fight Jim and now…
John howled again mournfully, once again attempting to make the jump. His alpha rushed by him, picking him up, and futilely he struggled. Sherlock! Sherlock! Are you okay- Sherlock!
There was no answer from the cascading water.
John howled mournfully again. He could see Lestrade’s head come up, see the larger German Shepherd trot towards them, tugging his alpha along as what was probably Sherlock’s Alpha climbed over the edge of the fountain, hands dipping into the water and searching.
Lestrade came straight up to him. What’s wrong John?
Sherlock fell into the water! I gotta go rescue him! He lunged for the water, only to be pulled up short by the Alpha’s hands clamping tight around him. With a small, desperate whimper, he tried again.
And again.
And again.
His alpha didn’t let him go. Lestrade moved closer, his large, rough tongue licking across John’s face in a gesture of comfort. There, there. He’ll be all right.
“LESTRADE! COME!”
The German Shepherd’s head swiveled towards his alpha. I have to go- but why don’t you talk to Mycroft?
John stopped struggling, and Lestrade trotted off, heading towards his alpha in great loping strides.
A black cat with green eyes was watching the proceedings with a rather bored look. He looked a little…fluffy. How very droll. Sherlock went and got himself wet.
Wet. Wet was bad. Wet lead to illness, and illness lead to death.
John howled mournfully at Sherlock’s loss.
Mycroft’s tail puffed out, as he hissed softly, Do calm down will you? Dogs. His disgusted tone at the end was soft enough to be ignored, so the Labrador politely ignored it for him. He was far too busy howling in distress again.
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The doctor paused at the flat door, checking the address he had received from the madman. John’s feet dragged as he followed after his master. The doctor sighed; it had only been three weeks, and John had tried being happy. It was clear however that he missed his little poodle friend.
The mad man he had met in the park was waiting at the doorway. “A long three weeks then?”
“John here has been missing his friend. Is Sherlock inside?”
“Yes. He hasn’t been eating except when Mycroft shames him into it.”
The doctor tried to picture that, a cat shaming a puppy into eating. His mind failed after the two broke down within three seconds. How would a cat even do that?
“Shall I come inside, or you come outside?”
“Certainly, come. I take it you’re looking for a place to lodge? I’m looking for a flatmate myself if perhaps-“
They pushed open the door, and Sherlock appeared on the other side, his coat impeccably brushed.
John fainted.
“Well… Yes. Yes I think I would like to move in.” The doctor murmured, and the Detective beamed.
“Excellent.”
Sherlock whined softly, licking at his friends face. John came around a moment later, and together the pups bounded inside, past the German Shepherd and his decorating cat headpiece into adventure.
xFinix
a/n: I was going to continue... but realized that anything after this would've been only... pairings.
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If you still want to continue I will happily read it. This is too cute for words. I don't mind pairings(really I don't!)
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And thank you for enjoying (and commenting)
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REICHENBACH! PUPPIES! KITTY!CROFT! PUPPIES! JOHN FAINTING! PUPPIES!
*melts*
i love you.
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