So I thought I'd write a 221B in honour of a unique event happening in London, and dedicate it to MapleleafCameo, Jily Forevermore, Master Mapleleaf (Yes MLC, I had to find him a name...), jack63kids, Lucy 36, Thedragonaunt, TheGameMrsHudsonIsAfoot, MrsPencil SecretMoustache2, Mrs and Mr Noggin, and for our missing comrade Mattsloved1. Here's to friendships!

Sherlock watched as John fizzed around the flat like an excited child, dumping the breakfast things in the sink before heading for the shower.

"Shower's all yours." John popped his head around the living room door less than ten minutes later "Don't take too long, we don't want to be late."

Sherlock contemplated the day ahead. John's army buddies, some from as far afield as France and Canada, were meeting up in London, and his flatmate was keen to join them. Sherlock was less so. The only thing he had in common with them was John.

"Sherlock! Come on, we need to go." John's voice interrupted his musings.

"Can't you go without me? I'll only…"

"No. If you don't go, I won't go." John said, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking unhappily at his feet. "The guys all want to meet you."

"Why?"

"Because you're with me, prat!" John said, exasperated. He pulled the other man to his feet and pushed him towards the shower, slapping his arse as he did so. "Get ready!"

Half an hour later they were walking into the foyer of the Hilton Metropole hotel to cheers, wolf whistles and applause from the ten grinning soldiers standing waiting for them, and from the back of the crowd a voice laughed,

"Oi John, you lucky bugger!"