A fluffy Holmes/Watson fic with no real plot in which Sherlock brings home a little puppy for John's birthday and they both try their utmost to take care of it, and it's a bit of a disaster but they love it and do their best.

Authors note: I don't own the rights to this! I love the Sherlock show sooooooo much and I've been wanting to write this fic for a long time. Be prepared for some cute Johnlock and if that offends you, you can scoot the newt out of here.

John yawned and grumbled sleepily as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make himself wake up. It was Saturday, and today was his birthday. It didn't seem like it would be a very happy one though. Sherlock hadn't chosen a case for weeks now, which was very unlike him. John worried that he might have gotten into drugs again, but so far he had never caught his flat mate in the act so he didn't know what he could do about it.

Once he had tried to follow Sherlock when he left 221 for one of his long disappearances but it had been utterly hopeless because if Sherlock wanted to disappear he would.

John groaned and sat up, then yelled in surprise, because there was Sherlock sitting crisscross-applesauce on his bed in nothing but a bathrobe and pouting.

"Good God Sherlock!" exclaimed John throwing a pillow at him "Whatever are you doing? And for heaven's sake put some clothes on!"

Throwing the pillow was a mistake. It came sailing back with a great deal more force than he had thrown it, and now Sherlock was standing on the bed with his fists on his hips and not seeming to mind that his bathrobe was leaving very little to the imagination.

"I'm boooooored." He whined "everything's so dull here."

"You're the one who hasn't picked a case."

"They're all rubbish." He collapsed onto the bed with a dramatic sigh "Where did you hide them John?"

"No, Sherlock."

Sherlock gave him a bigger pout and grabbed John's hands in his own leaning and leaning in very close he whispered "pleaaaaase John. You know I never say please."

John felt his heart pound. Damn Sherlock! He pulled his hands away quickly as he could and muttered "Fine. The bloody nicotine is behind the clock in the match box. But you may only have one. One do you understand?"

Sherlock gave him an almost evil smile. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted from John. He did not immediately go however and stayed lounging on the bed, traces of his pout still there.

John pulled himself out of bed and grabbing his clothes retreated to the bathroom to change, as Sherlock had no intention of leaving his bed.

"John?" he called as Watson was shutting the door "I'm hungry."

"You're a grown man Sherlock get your own breakfast." Said John frustrated. There was a silence in the other room. John sighed "Fine. But get changed. I will not serve breakfast to a naked man, even if he is Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, about that," Sherlock appeared in the hall and leaned in the doorway "I may or may not have accidently burned all my good shirts."

"Why would you do a thing like that?"

Sherlock shrugged "Science."

John shut the bathroom door decidedly "oh, throw on something of mine."

Sherlock grinned at the closed door and when he had put on Johns largest sweater and boxers that may or may not have been his as well he snapped a picture and sent it to Mycroft.

How does it feel that you're still very much single and alone, but I share my boyfriend's clothes?

He typed.

Even boxers, I am surprised, and think I might barf in a can. But does John think of you as boyfriend or still just flat mate? Mycroft was quick to reply

"Sherlock Holmes are those my boxers?!" demanded John appearing freshly shaved and changed from the shower.

"Yes. I burned all of those as well. Hope you don't mind." Sherlock tossed his phone on the couch and went to the matchbox behind the clock to grab his nicotine "Hope you hurry up with breakfast I'm starving."

John stared at him a moment. Why did he choose Sherlock Holmes of all people to be his partner? Flat mate? Friend? Companion? He was not sure what type of relationship he and Sherlock had any more.

He made Sherlock toast with eggs and bacon, and a large mug of tea on the side.

"Set it over there would you?" said Sherlock. He was laying full length on the couch with two nicotine patches on his arm, John noted in annoyance. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be in deep thought.

"That's it? Just set it over there? No 'thank you John' after I made you a lovely little breakfast?" John whacked Sherlock for the second time that morning with a pillow.

"Ow!" Sherlock complained, his train of inner thought broken "I never say thank you."

It was John's turn to pout and he sat in his arm chair "Obviously not. Did you even remember that today is my damn birthday? You can remember everything but you haven't even wished me a happy birthday."

Sherlock glanced at him "I remembered."

"Well you have a fine way of showing it. It ought to have been you who was making me breakfast, you selfish bastard. And you're always worrying me when you disappear every day for hours, where do you go? Of course you won't tell me because the only reason I'm here is so you don't have to raise your pinky finger to grab something that's two feet away from you." Out of breath from his rant John stormed to his room.

"I hate emotions." Muttered Sherlock, never budging from the couch. After about fifteen minutes and John had not appeared he ripped the patches off his arm and tossed them in the trash.

"John!" Sherlock didn't bother knocking he just barged into his bedroom. With a flourish he presented a mug full of tea "I come bearing gifts. A bit of milk, one sugar, just how you like it."

John accepted the mug and sipped it, surprised at the kind gesture. He also noticed Sherlock had changed into his usual suit "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Out for my daily disappearance. Except this time you're coming with me, you see I kept on going missing because I was looking for the perfect birthday gift for you, and I found it so you better hurry."

He leaned down and gave John a feather light kiss on his forehead whispering "Happy Birthday John Watson."

Comment what breed of dog the puppy should be! i can't decide. Thanks for reading!