Chapter 4

AN: Well obviously I cant upload every weekend so lets just say i'll update every other weekend. Sorry for the especially late update.

John

God why did I do this?

"It is good to see you again Dr. Watson." Mycroft says to me with a small smile, almost a smirk.

"Yes it is." I turn to Sarah. "This is my girlfriend, Sarah," I say to the whole. "Sarah, this is Mycroft Holmes, Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock Holmes, my patient." I gesture to them respectively.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sherlock. John talks about you all of the time, says you're a genius." Sarah smiles. "He says you can tell a person's whole life story just by looking at them." She looks at me and then back at Sherlock, "Do you mind trying it on me?"

I look up in surprise, "You don't wanna do that, Sarah. You are not prepared for what he knows or what he's going to say."

She rolls her eyes at me. "I think I can handle it dear." She turns to Sherlock, "Let a rip Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock studies her for a second. "Sarah Sawyer, surgeon at St. Bart's, has been for 10 years. You've been dating John for a little over. A year an you are living together together but still don't know everything about each other. You are the only child of a single mother. Your father left when you were very young because he found out she was a lesbian. She remarried not too long ago and you don't like her new wife.

"You drink perfusely when John isn't around and you are cheating on him with your assistant at the hospital."

I stare surprised at Sarah, who has a horrified look on her face. "Is he telling the truth, Sarah?"

Tears start to flow down her face, "Yes! All of it is true." She looks at me. "I'm so sorry, John."

"How long?" I mutter.

"About seven months. His name is Christopher Mansen and he started working for me about a week before we started dating."

I look down at my hands. We're not even twenty minutes into sitting here and a problem has already risen. "I think I'm going to go."

I rush out of the restaurant and into the chilly air. I don't make it two blocks before Sherlock rolls up and stops me. "John, stop!"

I whip around and glare at him. "Why, Sherlock? You just ruined my life!" I rub my forehead. "God, Sherlock. I was going to ask her to marry me. I guess that would have been a mistake."

Sherlock gets a sad look on his face but it's gone before he speaks. "I'm so sorry John. Someone had to tell you. Sarah wasn't planning on telling you anytime soon."

I sit down on a nearby bench. "What am I going to do?" I ask myself.

"Why don't you stay in my flat for a while? I have another bedroom you could sleep in. You also wouldn't have to move around to check on me."

I look into Sherlock's eyes. They look grey in the dark instead of the odd galaxy blue. "Fine. But only because I need to keep an eye on you."

He smirks, "We better head back. I'm sure Mycroft is angry. After all he didn't get to have his cake."

I stand infront of 221B with my two suitcases. Mrs. Hudson must've been watching because she opens the door seconds after I get there. "Welcome back John. Come in, come in."

"It's good to see you Mrs. Hudson. How's Sherlock been with the physical therapist?" I ask her as we climb up the stairs.

She sighs, "He absolutely hates that Dr. Leslie. He says she has a thing for him and makes it annoyingly obvious."

We enter the flat and see Sherlock in his wheelchair with Mycroft standing nearby. "Welcome, Dr. Watson." Mycroft greets.

I shake his hand and turn to Sherlock. "Hello, Sherlock. I hear you don't like your physical therapist."

He rolls his eyes. "She's an idiot. The only reason she got the job is becaused she seduced her boss and cheated on her final exam in medical school."

"Shut up, Sherlock." Mycroft snaps.

Sherlock makes a mocking face just as D. I. Lestrade, who I met on a previous visit, rushes through the door. "Sherlock, I've got a case for—" He stops in his dead in his tracks when he sees Mycroft. He straightens his back and walks over to shake his hand. "Hello. I'm Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. I don't think we've met."

Mycroft's back seems to impossibly straighten also. "I know who you are Gregory. I keep a close enough eye on my brother to know he solves cases for the Yard."

I sneak a glance at Sherlock and see he has a look of disgust on his face. "Sherlock, why don't we make some tea for everyone?"

He huffs and rolls himself into the kitchen. I follow him and get the kettle and tea out. "You need to be happy for your brother Sherlock."

"I am happy for him. I didn't be smitten by Lestrade of all people." He rolls over to the table and starts looking at something under his microscope.

I pour the yea into enough cups for everyone and give a couple to Sherlock. "Lestrade is a good man Sherlock. Let's just see where this goes."