A/N- AHHH ATACK OF THE PLOT BUNNIES
This is going to be a multi chap ballet lock fic
I don't own Sherlock if I did I promise that we would already be on series 9
i have made so many passes and found so many typos i have to keep fixing it and im done, so if you find a typo F*** it

John was happy. Sherlock had disappeared as he did daily in the afternoon hours, though sometimes in the morning. He disappeared at random hours everyday. It wasn't however that sherlock was gone that made John happy. He was used to sherlock disappearing, case or no case rain or shine, everyday like clockwork and it never made him happy. Never. It made him curious more than anything, though sometimes if he was being a complete arse it made him relieved. But even when he was an arse he was still a friend.

This was all completely and totally irrelevant as to John's happy mood. He was happy you see because he finally had found a time when both he and his new girlfriend Clara could meet up. Clara was a dancer at one of London's top and most controversial studios. Controversial because it combined Ballet, Sining, and classic, pop, and rock music. Though Mostly ballet was used all dance styles were incorporated so it drew attention from all sorts of people, the posh ballet snobs as well as the skaters.

It was interesting but gaining so much popularity that John had yet to see a performance. This caused trouble as well because Clara was always busy, with this routine or that, Today however she was free as the Studio was having a no girls needed rehearsal to prepare for a all boys number apparently coming up in their next show. John ordered to coffees while he waited

"One black coffee and on mocha latte please" as he waited for his order something grabbed him from behind

"Gotcha!" He smiled it was Clara she was petite and delicate, as a ballerina should be.

"Hello." He gave her a quick kiss and they took their coffee to a table "How are things at the Studio?" he asked she had just come from there. Her bag was slung over her shoulder

"Oh the usual, lots of drama. I love everyone I work with to death but they just need to tone it down! Just because we work in theater doesn't mean we need to be soaked in drama!" She unwound her scarf an put her cot on the back of her chair. She was wearing boots leggings a skirt that had John a bit distracted and a sweeter with matching knit beret.

"So how's your flat mate?"

"Crazy, as usual but he's a bit MIA at the moment, he disappears a lot more and more lately but he always comes home so I don't worry."

"Thats nice of you." John looked into his coffee he felt a bit guilty for not telling Clara anything about Sherlock. He had told her he was crazy, mostly as an excuse to keep them from meeting so Sherlock didn't have the opportunity to scare her off, like he had done with the last…...Twentyish. He didn't actually think Sherlock was any crazier than himself, so he felt a bit of guilt whenever he said it.
Though the whole arrangement was working out quite well if he said so himself. Sherlock didn't know much about Clara, not even her name. And Clara didn't even know his name. For some reason this made John feel safe. Some of his girlfriends had been mean to Sherlock some had fallen in love with him, some had only dated him to meet him, and others had tried to plot with him to 'help' John. He shuddered at the thought of the last one why had he even dated a girl named Krystel? No he was much better off having the two separate at least for awhile. He smiled and tried to pick up on what he had missed of the latest, Studio gossip.

The Studio

Sherlock plopped down exhausted on the floor of the practice room.

"God do we have any coffee?" he asked the other dancers forming a semi circle of tiredness with him on the floor. Teller came in

"I'm not god but I did bring coffee." Sherlock smiled and took the offered drink

"As long as you keep brining coffee, you have my worship." Teller handed out coffee to everyone and frowned when he had one left over.

"Where's Clara?" sherlock shrugged

"Didn't show today. Left me a voicemail about her new boyfriend or something."

"The one with the dogs?" Liz questioned

"No she and Tom broke up ages ago!" Kat said.

"No I think this one has a crazy roommate." Sherlock said.

"Great, This would go great at least the last one had a dog as a pet." they laughed and drank coffee.

A/N- new chap for behind closed doors is already in the works I had to let this plot bunny free before I was getting anywhere with that.
Now, i've had this idea for awhile and I have the next couple chapters planed out

Also did any of you watch Tin Man? I might be writing something for that soon

~NGflower