Here you go! I actually finished this on time! Woohoo! Anyway, This idea's just been stuck in my head for a while. If Jon were an animal, he'd be a golden retriever, I think. I hope you guys like it! :D

The characters from CHiPs do not belong to me. I'm just playing with them. :3 Soli Deo gloria!

"No! No, no, no, no, no, no! You can't be Jon!" Ponch put his hand up to his head, muttering, "¡Un perro! ¿Porque es un perro?"

The dog—Jon!—barked again and nudged his hand.

"You do realize that Getraer is going to kill me for this, right?" Jon seemed unconcerned about that piece of information. "Never mind that. Getraer won't be able to be around you. You know how allergic he is to dogs." Ponch lifted his head and noticed that the sergeant had already departed for his office. "Good! Well, I get off in an hour. Wait with Harlan in the garage until then, okay?"

~*-._.-*~

Harlan looked at the dog in the corner of his garage. Jon had been moping about since Ponch left. His tail drooped. The golden retriever was obviously in need of a distraction. "Well, we can't have you bored out of your skull, can we?" He tossed Jon the stick Ponch had given him. "Chew on that for a little while."

Jon gratefully received it. He gently hit it with his paw a few times. Finding that to be enjoyable, he barked and continued with his little game. His golden fur shifted with every movement he made.

Bonnie strolled inside the building. "Hey, Harlan?"

The mechanic glanced in the corner where Jon was playing with his stick to ensure that he could not be seen from her vantage point. "Hi! What's up?"

"My siren's been going crazy every once in a while. It turns off when it's supposed to be on. I guess the problem doesn't seem big now, but I figure it'll probably only get worse with time."

Harlan nodded. "Let me take a look at it." He stood, which garnered Jon's attention. The golden retriever stood as well and went to his side. "No," Harlan whispered. "Stay there."

Jon's face fell. It rose again when he heard Bonnie exclaim, "Harlan, who is this?" His eyes closed, and his tongue fell out of his mouth as she petted him.

"I . . . uh, am holding him for Ponch."

Ponch walked in. "What about me?"

"Ponch!" The mechanic was relieved. "Here, take your pet!" He cast Ponch a look that said to not argue with him.

Ponch agreed. ". . . Okay."

"This is your dog, Ponch? What's his name?'

Ponch hesitated . . . "Uh, I haven't decided yet. I was thinking of Buddy." When Jon barked happily, he nodded. "Buddy it is." He looked at his watch and made an inane excuse to leave. As he opened the door to his car, he said, "We've got to figure out a way to get you back, Jon."

The dog seemed to agree. His panting sounded suspiciously like sighing.

~*-._.-*~

It was the Friday before the Easter egg hunt, yet Ponch had not figured out one way to return Jon to normal. In all the stories Ponch had read, there had only be one with anyone turning into an animal. In that one, the main character, a brunette-turned poodle, had regained her normal form after a week. Ponch knew the story was fictitious, but he had thought this whole scenario was, too. He sighed. "Well, Jon, I guess we'll have to just wait his one out."

Jon seemed to heave a sigh and rested his head on Ponch's leg. The two sat on the couch, watching a Batman rerun from a decade earlier. Both typically enjoyed such a time. However, their worries weighed on them heavily. Ponch covered for Jon all week, telling Getraer that Jon had experienced a certain issue requiring his immediate attention and should be back soon.

He settled back into the couch. He would just have to leave this to God. "Lord, please help Jon get back to normal. In Jesus' name, amen." A thought struck him them. Well, at least Jon is house-trained. Ponch had been worried about having that problem on the first night. He shifted, almost waking the slumbering dog by him. "Well, tomorrow ought to be interesting. I wonder how he'll react to the Easter eggs. . ."

~^-._.-^~

Getraer had been fully against his bringing a dog to the Easter egg hunt. He had vehemently refused to let the Puerto Rican allow "his pet" to roam free. Despite this, Jon had bounded away from Bonnie, his temporary keeper, to explore. All these sights and smells captivated his attention. Why were these kids here again? They seemed to be picking up little plastic things from the ground. One little boy came up to him and held one of those brightly-colored things out to him. Not entirely certain as to what he should do, Jon cautiously grabbed it in his mouth.

The kid laughed and ran off. Jon followed him, romping through the grass. He halted at the sight of the ginormous white rabbit handing out candy to kids around him. Ignoring the teenager trying to pet him, he bolted for the bunny. His dog instincts were in control.

The rabbit crouched down. "Jon," it said. Its fuzzy paw seemed to beckon him to come closer.

Jon cocked his head, confused. Why was Ponch's voice coming out of the bunny? Had the rabbit swallowed his friend? He bared his teeth. He would avenge his friend!

The rabbit hopped away and began to run. It hid behind a truck and took off its head. "Jon, it's me. Look!" Underneath the bunny head was, indeed, Ponch.

Jon hesitated only a second before running up to him and licking him. Whatever Ponch had been doing in that bunny pelt was beyond him. The important thing was that Ponch was okay.

"Thanks, Buddy." Ponch stroked Jon's fur.

~^-._.-^~

When Ponch woke up on Sunday morning, he noticed that Jon had left his spot at the foot on the bed. He rose and dressed for church. Coming into the living room, he called out, "Jon?" He noticed the red blanket on the couch and the lump underneath it. "Jon, you ready for breakfast?" he turned to the kitchen and began cooking.

A moan came from the lump. A blond head stuck out of the blanket. "Yeah, Ponch."

Ponch froze and spun around. "Did you just speak?!"

Jon raised an eyebrow. ". . . Yes?" His eyes widened. "You can understand me?" He looked at his human hands, his expression one of joy. Ponch ran over and hugged him. "But can you get me a change of clothes really quickly?"

Ponch coughed awkwardly. "Yep. I've got you, Jon." He ran back to his room. A few minutes later, he handed Jon a bundle of clothes. "I'll just be here, making breakfast, okay?"

Jon nodded. "Thanks." He made sure the blanket was wrapped around him securely and stood. Suddenly, his head began to hurt. He took one step and began to He hit the floor with a thud. Everything slowly faded into darkness.

~^-._.-^~

Jon awoke to the sound of beeping. He cracked open his eyes and saw Ponch sleeping in a chair near his bed. Based on the strong smell of antiseptic and the white décor, Jon was in a hospital. Wait, what? What happened?

Ponch stirred at Jon's sneeze. His eyes widened. "Jon?! You're awake?"

". . . Yeah. How long have I been out?"

Ponch grimaced. "A week. The lady who hit you with the umbrella gave you a concussion. You fell into a coma in the briefing room. I took you to the emergency room when I saw you passed out on the floor. You feeling okay?"

"What? What about being a dog?"

Ponch raised an eyebrow. "A what?"

"A dog. Don't you remember?"

Ponch clapped his hand on Jon's shoulder. "You can tell me about it after you rest. You've been through a lot."

"Okay." Jon settled back into his bed. He sure had a lot to tell Ponch later.