The Exploration of Friendship

My first time writting fanfic instead of usual fiction so would of course appreciate any feedback either on here or via my blog (.).

Actually using two sections per chapter as im writing half 3rd person John & half 3rd person Sherlock

Thank you for reading and i do hope you enjoy it!

Part One

Sherlock stretched slowly; unsatisfied with the few hours of sleep he had just caught up on. His brain was a mess; he was finding it increasingly difficult to deal with situations that had transpired over the past two months.

Not only was Moriarty and his location impossible to find, every clue, every lead he had followed over the last few weeks had turned up cold. No doubt the madman was setting them up, no doubt he was laughing at Sherlock fruitlessly trying to discover him.

Then of course, there were the problems that had befallen him with Scotland Yard. Lestrade was becoming increasingly frustrated with Sherlock's hunt for Moriarty, desperately urging him to help with other cases. But how could he? How could he let the game end, how could he possibly lend his brilliant mind to such inferior crimes?

Then of course, there was the last problem. The most troubling one. The newfound friendship. Sherlock had spent most of his life alone, preferring to occupy himself with facts and cases, instead of friends. Then, along comes John. A much needed flatmate to help out with the rent, who turned out to be so much more. He had quickly become Sherlock's best friend and his confidant. John Watson was by no means his equal in intellect or deduction, but his medical skills and traits of human emotion added something to Sherlock's work, it made things easier and more enjoyable at times.

At that moment in time Sherlock deducted that they were the perfect team. But how long could it last? He sensed change, and it frustrated him that he could not tell what was going to happen. With no experience in companionship, it was almost as if Sherlock was going into the idea of human interaction blind. Working relationships were so much different; he found it easier to interact with those working under him. And as for his relationship with Mycroft, well, the less said about that, the better.

He began to pace furiously up and down his bedroom. What to do about the whole situation? It was almost like an experiment, a brilliant case for him. It was impossible to give up on something as scrumptiously exciting as an unexplored friendship! New boundaries, new experiences! Perhaps all the things John had been saying to him were right; perhaps there is a little more to life than detective work.

The thought of such a thing made him collapse in a heap upon his bed and tug at his mass of black curls. Above him, he could hear the clatter of John waking and getting ready for work; the noise infuriated him even more. How dare this strange man insert himself into his life and perfectly wonderful routine, and upset the balance without even an afterthought? Sherlock just found the whole thing utterly preposterous, he wasn't going to change his way of living to accommodate anyone. Just as he was about to give up and resolve to spending his days hiding from John until he moved out, he heard a noise from next door. It was decidedly faint to begin with, and then rose to a more audible volume. It was a sound Sherlock had heard many times before, John singing in the shower. All the angry feelings about adding a companion to his life instantly melted away. He realised he enjoyed hearing Johns melodic voice in the morning; it warmed his heart, it provided a much needed breath of fresh air to Sherlock's otherwise rigid and formal lifestyle. John's presence helped him, in more ways than he realised. He was down to two nicotine patches now, something he was sure he couldn't have accomplished in such a stressful time without a welcoming and distracting figure beside him. He also realised how useful it was to have a medical opinion around the house, he always admired those who took the route of a medical profession. Of course he realised his previous worries were ridiculous. John and him would surely get on fine; there was no reason to doubt such a thing.

Sherlock laughed to himself and proceeded to dress, ready to start a new day, ready to face his challenges.