Hey everyone! Chapter three here. Again written on my phone so if there are any mistakes please tell me. Also short chapter sorry and really there isn't much going on just a filler i suppose that sets up the next chapter.

Anyway enjoy!

Chapter 3

"Are you absolutely sure that this is okay?" John asked as he carried a box into Sherlock's, well now their, flat. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure John." Sherlock replied. "Your room is up here." He said climbing the stairs up to the spare bedroom that was to be John's room.

"Well what I mean is that we've only just met. You don't know me and I don't know you. I mean one of us could be a psychopath for all the other know."

"Not a psychopath. Highly functioning sociopath." Sherlock said looking back at John. "And I do know you. You are John Watson. A doctor and a soldier. You are loyal, self-sacrificing, foolishly caring but firm and hard when needed. You are highly intelligent which you deny and pass it off as learned through war, which is a lie. You have always been smarter than more of everyone else in the room but you hide it so that you are labeled as a freak or a weirdo."

John had stayed quiet as Sherlock spoke moving the box the so that it rested on his hip and he fixed the strap on his duffle bag. He both liked and hated that Sherlock had been paying that close attention to him. "But I still don't know you." He said looking at the taller male.

"You've already made the decision that you trust me. You like how I can challenge you intellectually. You've already got the feeling that if I wanted I could be dangerous but you choose to stick around anyways. Why? Probably because you could easily take me out should I over step my boundaries." Sherlock said letting them into the room. "I'm a sociopath though... So I probably won't know when I go too far." He said shrugging watching not really caring as John placed the box and bag on the bed.

John looked over at him. "I suppose that's true." He said before looking around the room and smiling easily at Sherlock. "Thank you for this. I really appreciate it." He said.

"It wasn't being used. Only logical for you to stay here rather than some stranger that would annoy me." Sherlock said shrugging. "I have to go to the campus for a few hours make yourself at home. I would say eat something but I don't there is any food in the kitchen. You might want to go to the store down the street." He said and started to leave before turning back around remembering something. "Here." He said taking a key out of his pocket tossing it to John.

John fumbled with the key and looked up to thank the other man but Sherlock was already gone. He shook his head lightly and looked around the room as he unpacked the box he had. The first thing he put up was his gun, carefully placing it in the nightstand beside the bed after checking the safety and the clip out of habit. He really didn't have much, just a few nick-knacks from his time in the army with very few things from before. It took him all of 20 minutes to put up his clothes before going back downstairs. He walked around flat looking around to get himself familiar to its lay out. When he got to the kitchen he found that Sherlock wasn't lying about there being no food.

His phone went off as he was writing down a list of what to get from the store. "Hello?" he answered holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he kept writing. "Hey what you doing tonight?" he heard Greg's voice ask on the other end of the phone. He laughed softly pausing his writing. "Nothing much really. Probably going to just get used to living somewhere new." He said as he glanced over the list seeing if he missed anything before folding it up and putting it in his pocket. "Actually hey do you want to come over? We can watch a movie or something and I'll cook us some dinner."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Greg teased over the phone chuckling lowly. "But yeah sure that sounds great. When do you want me over?" he asked. "Now would be great. I have to go to the store. Sherlock has absolutely no food in his kitchen… beside something in a container that I really don't want to find out what it is." John said laughing softly as he went to the living room flopping down onto the couch.

Greg laughed over the phone. "Alright. I'll be over there in a bit. What is the address again?" he asked and John heard the distinct dangling of keys. "221B Baker Street." John replied smiling happy that he such a great friend. "Okay be there in a bit." They both said bye before John hung the phone up and placed in back in his pocket.

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They had spent almost a good hour in the store grabbing things for the flat and for the dinner that John had promised to make. John had got more than what he would have normally got mostly because he didn't know what Sherlock liked so he just grabbed extra things. Plus Greg kept throwing things into the basket that he liked and shrugged when John looked at him.

After paying and getting everything into Greg's car it took them another twenty minutes to carry everything up the stairs into the flat and put it all away. After which Greg started complaining that he was starving and would die if John didn't start cooking right then.

John rolled his eyes at Greg's exaggeration but started cooking nonetheless as Greg started on some of his homework. "My math teacher must think we are all stupid." He heard Greg say and he looked over at him.

"You've been saying that since primary school Greg. You're good at math." John said shaking his head. "Yeah well they could at least try!" Greg replied as he tilted the chair onto its back legs. "Well if it makes you feel better it's the only thing you're good at." John said teasingly smiling at his friend.

Greg opened his mother to retort but stopped when he heard the door down stairs open. "Umm am I allowed to be here?" He asked suddenly nervous about being in the flat.

"Of course." John said looking at him then back to the food he was making. "Sherlock I'm making some pasta for me and Greg. There's enough if you want some!" He said loud enough he was sure the other would hear him.

He hear the last few foot falls just outside the kitchen then heard Greg set the chair back down on the floor. Greg cleared his throat. "Umm John?" He asked and John quickly looked over at him following his eyes to the man that should have been Sherlock.

"Umm. Hello." John said slowly looking the man over quickly as he turned to fully far him. "You're not Sherlock."

"Quite right." The man said looking him and then at greg before back at John. "You must be John Watson." He said and gave a faint smiled when john nodded yes to him. "Pleasure to meet you I'm Mycroft."