Eighteen year old John Watson was excited for his first day of college. He had never been away from home other than a few field trips in high school.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life and he was happy to finally get started.

Another thing he was kind of looking forward to was meeting his roommate. He didn't know much about staying in a dorm room, but he was eager to make a new friend.

John couldn't help but wonder to himself what his roommate will be like. Will he be shy? Outgoing? Will he want to party all the time or study all the time?

The halls of the dorm were rather boring; John had come here once before with his parents to move in his stuff. His roommate had not come yet, so he was able to put his stuff where he wanted.

As a freshman, he was forced to have a room with a bunk bed. Since he got to the dorm first, he arranged his stuff on the top bunk.

His excitement and nervousness grew larger and larger as he approached his room, pulling his last suitcase behind him.

John finally made it to his room, 221B, and found that it was slightly open. His roommate must be inside.

"Bloody hell, this room is a mess" John found himself saying out loud. The room was nothing like how he had left it the first time.

There were books stacked on top of one another on the floor. The desk on the other side of the room had multiple strange items on it, including a skull. Clothes were hanging from the bed and door and a small table in the corner held various pieces of lab equipment on it.

John's small outburst caught the attention of another person in the room. He walked in from the bathroom and smiled.

"Hello. You must be my new roommate."

"Oh yes. John Watson. You are?" John outstretched his hand.

"Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet you."

John studied him for a moment. Sherlock was considerably taller than he was, his black hair was slightly curled, and his eyes were a sort of greenish blue.

John spoke as he made his way toward his bed.

"So, is this your first year?"

"Yeah, what are you going for?"

"Pre-med, I'm going to be a doctor." John paused for a moment once he reached his bed. "Did you move my stuff to the bottom bunk?"

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I tried the bottom bunk and I didn't quite like it."

John glared at Sherlock, who was grinning slightly. He wasn't sure how much he would like this roommate.

"Anyway, what are you majoring in?"

"Forensic chemistry and Biology."

John looked impressed and began unpacking his belongings.

"Wow, are you going to be a detective or something?"

Once again, Sherlock just smiled.

"Perhaps."

There was a comfortable silence as Sherlock sat at his desk and John put his clothes away.

"Well, my classes start tomorrow. What about you?"

"Same. I have my first class in the morning."

"I have them in the afternoon; I'm not good at getting up early."

"Oh, that's good to know."

John looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

John didn't know what else to ask him. He wasn't sure what to think of Sherlock just yet, but he didn't dislike him either.

Instead of staying in the room the rest of the night, he chose to go to the café downstairs to get dinner.

"I'm going to go eat, would you like to come with me?"

"I'm not hungry."

For some reason, he didn't feel like insisting. He simply got his coat and left.


This is going to be a series of short fics about what it would be like for them to have each other as college roommates. If you have anything you'd like to see, feel free to suggest it.