"Are you sure you want to live here Sherlock? You could stay in the university flats or me and Greg have a spare room." Mycroft said looking round the flat that sherlock had said he was moving into.

"I'm sure I like Mrs Hudson and I'm near uni. Also, I don't really want to live with you and Greg." Sherlock could live without the noises he'd heard through the night the last time he'd stayed with the pair.

"Fine but I would like you to get a roommate. Another student to keep an eye on you. Okay Sherlock? I'll give you two months to find someone if you don't I will be getting one of my 'minions', as you call them, to live with you."

"Fine," Sherlock huffed, he didn't like it but it was a negotiation and he would follow the rules if it meant he got to live here.

"Well, lets go get your stuff then."

~SH&JW~

Sherlock made his way onto campus and sat under his favourite tree enjoying the last few days of sun before autumn swept in. Plus, when he sat here he got a good view of the blonde-haired boy who sat a few trees along each day before lessons to study.

He was watching the other guy under he's lashes when a shadow covered him, looking up and there stood Victor Trevor. He couldn't be arsed with this today. He stood up and gathered he's things. "Hello Victor, what horrible things do you have planned to do to me today? Flush my things down the toilet? Pull my pigtails? Call me names? Honestly, anyone would think you had a crush on me."

"Shut up, I wouldn't have a crush on a fag like you." Victors face was taking on a reddish tint.

"A fag like me, so you would have a crush on other 'fags'?"

"What. I said shut up!"

"And prey tell, why would I listen to you?" Just as Victor raised his fist another hand grabbed him by the shoulder. The blond beauty Sherlock had been watching was stood behind Victor stopping him from hitting Sherlock.

"Victor stop, if you don't leave now I'll make it even harder on you at rugby practice."

Victor huffed and glared at Sherlock before turning and storming off.

"Sorry about that mate, hope your okay. I'm John, John Watson and your Sherlock Holmes right, I've seen you around."

"Yeah that's me and I've seen you around too."

"I know I've seen you watching me."

"I wasn't watching you." Sherlock huffed out.

"I know it was a joke." John noticed the blush on Sherlock's cheeks and thought he may have been onto something, at least he hoped he was. He had been watching Sherlock as well he'd seen him around and couldn't deny he was attracted to him.

"Thank you for stopping Victor but you know I didn't need help Victor's cornered me before and he's not that intelligent I can usually get away unscathed."

"Well that was a great thank you." John had heard about Sherlock's mannerisms from other students none of them too kind. But John found it endearing that he didn't confirm to social norms to fit in, and stayed true to himself.

"Sorry, thank you."

"It's okay, maybe as thanks you could take me out tonight." John said putting his hand on Sherlock's arm.

"Take you out….. You want to go out with me?"

"Well yeah, unless I've read the signals wrong and you don't like me and I've just embarrassed myself."

"No, you read the signals right. You live out in Wembley, right?"

"Yeah, I've heard about your deductions lay it on me how did you know? By my walk? My hair?"

"No not really I saw you get the bus to Wembley the other day?"

"Oh." John laughed "I was expecting something better than that." Sherlock chuckled as well.

"I was just thinking you could meet me at Angelos and after you could stay at mine."

"So, you think I'm going to put out on a first date." John laughed.

"No," Sherlock shouted embarrassed before returning to normal volume, "it's just I'm looking for a roommate and I know you have to travel quite far for uni and I live 15 minutes away, there's a spare room you could have. If you stay tonight you can see if you want to move in."

"Pass me your phone." Sherlock did as asked; John put his number in and handed it back. "There now text me the address and ill meet you at Angelos tonight. Who knows I could put out if you play your cards right." John winked. He then leant forward and kissed Sherlock on the cheek before heading to his first class.

Sherlock touched his cheek as he watched John leave, tonight was going to be great.