Author Note: Finally caught up with the beginning of the series! I'm not going to try to rewrite the original meeting of the characters, as I would like the stories to remain as close the canon as possible, and I'm likely to mess it up anyway. I do recommend rewatching A Study in Pink (but I'd do that anyway). This is sort of a recap and thought process of the the characters meeting each other. First up, Sherlock's thoughts on John. John's thoughts on Sherlock to follow, and maybe Mycroft's thoughts on all this too.

As always, reviews and suggestions are always appreciated. Enjoy :)

John Watson

"Who would want me as a flatmate?" He had only offhandedly mentioned the question to Mike Stamford that morning, yet Mike returned with a possible answer just after lunch - John Watson. Recently invalided home from military service in Afghanistan, an army doctor. John had seemed surprised at the deductions that he had spewed off regarding his background and recent history, but not scared off. He hardly seemed to notice the mention of violin playing and not talking for days.

John wanted a place to live in the city and, whether he knew it or not, thrived in the dangerous situations he frequently found himself in. He needed someone with medical knowledge to assist on cases, and more importantly, someone who could put up with him, and help keep Mycroft out of his business. He had the lodgings, and if the army doctor wasn't scared off by the investigation of a serial killer or a pretend(ish) drugs bust, and was compelled to potentially have saved his life by shooting previously mentioned serial killer all within a day of meeting him, then surely he could manage daily life with a difficult and eccentric flatmate.

Mycroft would not be happy.

The thought brought a smile to his face.

No, practical, logical, Mycroft wouldn't be pleased. He would see it as a hastily made decision, which admittedly it was. He had only known the man thirty seconds when he offered the flatshare. Mike Stamford seemed to think he was up for it though, and judging by the recently solved case, he stood a decent chance.

John Watson.

Soldier. Doctor. Flatmate of Sherlock Holmes.

He handled the crime scene well, had prior medical knowledge, wasn't too tied down with family or a romantic partner. Loyal. Protective. And he could even laugh about it afterward.

Yes, this might just work.

Undoubtedly Mycroft was already at work running background checks and digging up personal details, making sure the Army doctor was someone he deemed "acceptable" for his brother. It would be a kind thought it weren't so damn obtrusive. Sherlock found himself almost hoping John had some terrible secret Mycroft would hate. He'd have to keep him around then.

So far he was good as making tea, useful at crime scenes, and socially adept enough to know not to pry into his personal life. His only downfall was the blogging.

Why do people blog anyway?

Yes, he had a website, but he'd been bored and setting it up had meant one more day he wasn't on drugs trying to keep himself occupied. It also served a purpose - a contact point for prospective clients.

John H. Watson's Blog had no such redeeming qualities. He relayed the facts of their cases in a fanciful, romanticized way, inflicting opinions on the world that really didn't matter.

Somehow his therapist thought this would help him though. Why was he even still seeing her? Obviously she'd been wrong about his PTSD, and the blog didn't seem to change anything.

He, on the other hand, had cured John's psychosomatic limp and proven he missed more than feared the dangers of war within the evening.

Ordinary people - so dull.

Except John Watson. He might just prove to be something extraordinary.