I used to walk around
and be the Lone Ranger
Never needed love from a stranger
Always walked away from
the danger of losing a friend

Sherlock felt himself getting shoved again as he was roughly pushed around by the group of boys. They had made it their life goal to torment him. His skinny twelve-year old frame was already sore from their pinching and grabbing. He tried to fight back, but he was helplessly outnumbered in the center of the vicious ring of students.

Then, suddenly, the one holding him let go and Holmes saw him being pulled back away from the circle and crashing to the ground. The fight broke up as the newcomer glared at the bully he'd brought down.

"Back off." He growled menacingly. "All of you." He fixed two dark eyes on the rest of the boys and they took the warning and ran.

Relaxing a bit, Sherlock looked at his rescuer in a bit of surprise.

"Hello there." To his surprise the boy was offering him a hand and seemed suddenly very friendly. Sherlock didn't react at first, but then out of courtesy he took the hand and shook it.

"Well, I guess this makes us friends." The boy said.

Sherlock clenched his teeth. "I don't have friends." He answered, pulling his hand away and turning to leave.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

Then I stumbled into you and my senses
I needed you to melt my defenses
You're the sum of all
I've been missing For so long,
Let me say to you

Sherlock was dashing off to the scene of a crime. His fingertips felt alive with electricity and his whole being was radiating with excitement. He suddenly realized that he was going to need someone that would work with him, since the members of Scotland Yard could be a bit difficult.
Then he remembered his new flat mate. The army doctor had the medical knowledge necessary to assist him and his time in the army had probably steeled his nerves against anything.

He returned to the door and looked over at him.

"You're a doctor." He stated the obvious. "In fact, you're an army doctor."

John gave him a look. "Yes."

"Any good?"

"Very good." He wasn't endowed with false modesty then, Sherlock realized with satisfaction.

"Seen a lot of injuries then. Violent deaths."

"Well… yes." John answered.

"A bit of trouble too, I'll bet." Sherlock pressed.

"Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far too much." John said. Sherlock didn't buy it.

"Want to see some more?" He asked.

"Oh God yes!" John said, rushing after Holmes as they rapidly left.

So far, his new fellow lodger was proving to be full of surprises.

I don't ever want to be alone again
Now that I have found a love that never ends
Everything You are is all I hope to be
You're the best that's happened to me
You know, that I'll go Anywhere
You take my hand

Sherlock came to sit beside John, a little concerned. He had clearly hurt his friend in the process of solving this case. He hadn't meant to. It was never his intention to, but it so frequently seemed to be the result.

"John?" He spoke the name as an inquiry to test the waters between them. Sometimes the bridge wasn't easy to find, but he had decided awhile back that he would swim the gap if he had to.

"You could've told me." John said. "You should've told me where you were going." He growled.

If Sherlock ever doubted that John enjoyed the adventures, he wouldn't anymore. The case had nearly been the death of him if not for the doctor's timely and unexpected interruption.

"I never meant for things to turn out like that." Sherlock answered.

"You never do. You never meant for any of this, but it's happened. Time you own up to the fact that you have a sidekick. And you better promise him right now that you aren't going to do that again." John said.

Sherlock knew he could never keep the promise, and maybe John knew it too, but he still made a fair attempt at keeping his word.

I don't ever want to be alone again
You never ever meant for my to fly solo
A renegade that's headed for who knows
Never knew it'd leave me so hollow
Until you filled me in

Sherlock sat wrapped in his sheet as he sat on the expensive couch, his face in a defiant pout. John entered and sat next to him, giving him a funny look. They usually managed to get into bizarre situations, but sitting naked wrapped in a bed sheet in Buckingham Palace was possibly one of the strangest.

"Here to see the Queen?" John asked.

Sherlock didn't have an answer at first, but then he glanced over at the hallway as his brother appeared.

"Apparently yes." He said.

John burst into laughter and Mycroft scowled at them. Sherlock had easily deduced he was jealous of Sherlock's new friend. Mycroft was equally challenged in that department, even if he was well-liked.

"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?"

"We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants so I wouldn't hold on to too much hope." John fired back.

Sherlock laughed, delighted in the company of this strange army doctor that seemed to complete his life when he hadn't even noticed he'd been missing anything.

Then I broke down the preconceived notion
That letting go would by my demotion
You're the muse of all my devotion
All the time,
Now that I, Have seen the light
Let me say to you

Sherlock paced rapidly, his thoughts trying to coalesce into some kind of logical point. He looked over at John and recalled their previous argument. John was always so concerned with the trivial things like the solar system…

Sherlock gasped and whipped out his phone, beginning to type furiously as he searched for his answer. He knew what he was looking for now, but he had to be certain…

The countdown was beginning to get on his nerves and everyone around him grew edgy. Finally knowing he could wait no longer he burst out his answer and then specified.

He looked back at John, and saw the smirk on his face. He would never live down the fact that the solar system had indeed been useful.
Even if only once.

It took me falling to the ground
To understand I could be found
I came to you in broken condition
I didn't even need an audition
You're the sum of all
I've been missing For so long
Nate Sallie "Lone Ranger"

Sherlock slowly leaned over, letting his weight teeter on the edge of the building before giving in to the free-fall. He couldn't believe it when John screamed. Something in that voice made him realized that he was important to John. That he mattered.

That somehow, through all the craziness that had made every other person in his life run in the other direction, it had kept John firmly planted at his side.

Until now.

A/N: This is a companion to Interjections In Silence (the original Sherlock Holmes lyrics fic). This start just seems to be an overview of the first two seasons. Hopefully I'll get better with time.