AN:
A lot from the episode, sorry x) Next chapter has a bit of action ^^ Anyway it's my first fanfic so I really hope you enjoy it :3


CHAPTER 1

It was not long before the new term would start at Queen Mary, and John Watson, a second year student in medicine, had the near-impossible task of finding affordable accomodation in the heart of London. "For fucks sake" he mumbled, staring at the ridiculously priced apartments, "How am I supposed to afford any of this?" his warm hand pressed on the cold glass window, and he grew frustated.

"John?" A familiar voice emerged from the bustling London crowds, escaping John's ears, "John!" He said again, louder. The voice caught the small student's attention and he kindly greeted the old acquaintance, "Mike Stamford! How are you?"

"Not bad," he noticed the apartment prices on the window beside the two, "You're still looking for a flat?" He smirked and continued, nudging John in a jesting manner, "Been partying too much over the hols?" John smirked with slight discomfort at the remark,

"Not quite, but yeah I really can't imagine where I could get a flatmate so late in the year." Mike bellowed at John, who was rather unsure of what started him off,

"You're the second one to ask me that today," he calmed down and motioned John to follow him, "Come on, I could introduce you if you want." John agreed, and the two went.

Arriving with John at the research labs of the university, he led John to the white, sterilized room, sure that the man would be here. John smirked at the familiar room, "It's been a while since I've been in this auld place eh?" he mumbled, mostly to himself,

Of course the one they were looking for was not at all difficult to find, for his desk was the only one cluttered and piled up with unmentionable experiments; all of them surrounding the tall, mysterious figure. "Mike, can I borrow your phone? No signal on mine." Finally protuded from the silent person.

"Sorry, left it at home."

"You can use mine," John kindly offered, and the male smiled thankfully and began tapping away on the keys of the Android phone. After a moment of silence, the student spoke, still using the phone,

"I play the violin when I'm thinking," John's face qrew puzzled at the seemingly random statement, "and I sometimes don't talk for days on end," he handed back the phone, smiling, "potential flatemates should know the worst about each other." John looked back and forth between the two,

"Did Mike tell me about you?" The only response he got was a disagreeing nod from Mike as he smirked at the dark-clothed male, who again begun to speak in his low baritone voice,

"Anyway, I hope your brother is doing well, and I guess I'll see you tonight at 6 for the flat then." He said, just as he made his way to the door-

"-Wait!" John exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by the man, "Is that it? I don't know anything about you, not even your name and I don't even know where the flat is! How the hell are we supposed to even talk about a flat share?" He grew more agitated with each word, yet the stranger smirked while still hovering by the door,

"I know your a second year student here -studying something medical- I know you've been too busy to find accommodation because you were in Scotland with your family to look after your brother, who's in some sort of rehab, and I know you went more out of obligation because you disapprove of him, maybe because of the drinking, maybe because you like his wife- sorry it's probably ex-wife isn't it?" He finally took a breath, "Anyway, enough about you, the name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street." And with that, he left.


It was 6 o'clock sharp when John arrived just outside of the building, it looked pretty quaint, and it resided right next to a café. Bonus. After checking out the exterior, he finally knocked on the door, but there was no response. 10 minutes slowly passed, and John still waited to enter. Exiting from the café there was a small woman, most likely in her 50s, who approached him, "Ah! You must be Sherly's new flatmate!"

"I'm not his flatma-"

She interrupted his pointless protest and continued, "He's upstairs already, you know what, I'll let you in."

The flat was much larger than he expected, and it's warmth palette was welcoming. Or at least it would be, if it got tidied up a little. And in one of the armchairs, laid the newly-acquainted Holmes, who's head tilted back as he dozed with a book resting below his chin, opened and partially-read.

Unsure of what to do, John decided to explore the flat. It was not long until peculiar website that remained on a laptop caught his eye, "The Science of Deduction." but it's dull contents quickly bored him.

"FLOP!"

The sudden noise of the book finally falling from Holmes' loose grasp had shocked John, leading him to watch the sleeping figure intently. The removal of the book didn't wake the man, but it did reveal the deep purple shirt as it contrasted with his ivory neck. His cheekbones jutted beautifully on his pale face, which was surrounded with luscious brown curls. As John continued to stare, his heart fluttered. "No way." he thought to himself, jolting as he stumped his toe, "OW FUCK!" he yelled in pain, finally waking Sherlock.

"Ah you're here!" Sherlock slurred, still half asleep. Quickly, he jumped up and sorted himself out, "So, what do you think?"

"It's nice."

"Good, then you should be fine with my brother bringing your stuff down from Scotland."

"W-wait what? There is no way I would live with a psychopathic stalker!"

"I'm not a psychopath; I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research." He tutted in response, "and I didn't stalk you, I simply deducted from basic observations." His voice had an undertone of patronisation with it.

"Oh yeah, you mentioned something about that on your website, it was quite amusing," he paused for a moment to remember, "you said you could identify a software designer by his tie, and a retired plumber by his left hand."

Sherlock irked at John's amusement, "yes and I read your family history from your clothes and speech, and your brother from your phone."

"Yes how did you know that?"

"Simple." Sherlock's eyes sparkled as it was his chance to show-off, "Mike brings me an old friend after I said I needed a flat share, so that wasn't a big jump; I know you're a student, because, well, you said it "had been a while", so you'd been to the labs before, also meaning it has to be something medical; That lead me to question, Why would you need a place so last minute? Most likely because you've been busy, and you've gone away somewhere cold: you didn't have tan lines and you're wearing surprisingly little on such a bitter day: and when you came in you used the world "auld", so it's Scotland." He took a quick breath. "You're looking for a flat share, and so last minute, so a leisurely holiday doesn't seem right - gotta be a family thing, which leads me to your phone, a new phone, a young man's phone; and it's scuffed, and it probably being the most expensive thing you have on you, you'd treat it more carefully- so the previous owner didn't care for it. Then there's the engraving "To Harry - From Kara xxx" too many kisses for just a friend, and it's expensive, so wife. But you have it, scratched, so he didn't want it - he left her. Also, scuff marks by the charger port, so when he plugs it in to charge it every night his hands aren't sturdy- You never find these marks on a sober man's phone and you never see a drunk's without it. So to sum up, you've been away to Scotland helping your alcoholic brother after a tough relationship with his wife/ex-wife. Miss anything?"
John stood in awe for a good couple of minutes, his mouth agape, before he could speak, "That was... Amazing."

"Really? That's not what people usually say."

"What do they usually say?"

"Piss off." The two chuckled together in their flat, "Maybe university will be more interesting with this Sherlock Holmes. Not that I have much other choice." His heart fluttered again and he blushed slightly at the thought of it, "NO. YOU DID NOT JUST THINK THAT."