A/N: Hey, I'm really sorry for not updating for so long. My laptop charger caught fire and so I haven't been able to use my laptop until the replacement arrived.

Sherlock walked into the restaurant the next day with a few minutes to spare. He didn't enjoy working here, the customers were rude and Sherlock itched to point out their secrets and flaws. When John was there with him the time seemed to go much faster and the customers even seemed nicer. Sherlock didn't need the money, his parents had more than enough but he wanted to be independent from them which was proving to be a lot easier than being independent from his older brother.

The other boys were just coming out of the locker rooms as Sherlock rushed inside. He wouldn't be reduced to running, not for this job and not in front of those people. John was laughing and chatting with Jack, he gave Sherlock a quick glance when he came past but didn't say anything. Sherlock sighed and shrunk further into himself. It was ridiculous for him to think that John was his friend, Sherlock Holmes didn't have friends.

At five o'clock service started as usual and Sherlock was paired with John. John still didn't say a word unless he needed to and all the warmth had left his voice giving it a cold quality Sherlock had never heard before. When Sherlock and join were both in the kitchen waiting for an order, Sherlock took his chance to apologise.

"John, I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to say those things. You know how I am, they just came out." Sherlock looked around nervously, he hated this. He'd hardly ever apologised in his life, he rarely ever made mistakes the rest of the time he was far too proud.

"Why should I forgive you? I heard what you said and it certainly sounded like you meant it." The cold tone remained in John's voice and he looked almost bored.

Sherlock stood still for moment. Why should John forgive him? Sherlock couldn't think of any reasons why he should.

"Well there we are. You've said it yourself. There's no point in me forgiving you." John turned on his heel and walked away to clear some tables.

"John..." Sherlock leaned back against the wall of the kitchen. What was the point? He should just go back to how he was before John arrived.

For the rest of the evening Sherlock kept out of John's way. He really didn't want to be reminded that he'd thrown away the only friend he had. Everyone was in the locker room collecting their bags and putting away their uniforms. Sherlock reached into his bag to check his phone when he noticed something was missing.

"Damn!" Sherlock looked around him; he hadn't meant to be so loud. He rummaged around in his bag to be sure but his keys definitely weren't in there. He'd locked himself out. The other waiters including John had stopped their conversation and were watching him amused. Sherlock took his wallet from his bag and counted the money. £20, there wasn't nearly enough for a cab to Mycroft's. He'd need another twenty at least. Sherlock sat down on the bench and let his head rest on the tips of his fingers which were steepled in front of him. He needed to think.

After what seemed like hours the other boys started to leave. Sherlock hadn't moved since he noticed his keys gone. John sighed and went over to sit beside him.

"What's wrong Sherlock?" John looked straight ahead, he didn't want to speak to Sherlock but it wasn't in his nature to walk out on someone when they obviously needed something.

Sherlock opened his eyes slowly, "I appear to have locked myself out. " Sherlock paused wondering how to phrase his next question. "Umm, can I possibly borrow twenty pounds? I will pay you back tomorrow."

John looked at Sherlock for the first time that evening. He certainly had some nerve. "Surely you have flatmate? What do you need it for?"

Sherlock fought the urge to roll his eyes. Now was not the time to make John feel stupid. "I have to get a cab to my brother's house but I only have £20 which isn't enough for the fare. No I don't have a flatmate anymore my last one moved out. "

John wasn't surprised that his flatmate had moved out. If Sherlock treated him like he treated everyone else, he wouldn't be much fun to live with. "Does your brother have a spare key?"

Sherlock shook his head, "No, I didn't want him just appearing in my flat so I didn't give him a key. I just need somewhere to sleep."

John sighed to himself."You know you could stay over at my house tonight. There's no point you going all that way to when you could stay at my house."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Really? Are you sure?"

John smiled despite himself, "Yes, you can sleep on the sofa in the living room. I'm sure my housemates won't mind."

Sherlock smiled back, "Thank you. I'm sorry for what I said, John. I really didn't mean to say it."

"It's okay Sherlock. I forgive you, I may have overreacted anyway." John stood up and grabbed his rucksack. "Come on, we've got a bus to catch."

Sherlock picked up his satchel. "I really can't thank you enough."

They walked out into the restaurant and Sherlock was convinced Mr. Carra smiled at them as they walked past the counter. They walked out to the bus stop and waited.

"You really don't have to do this." Sherlock didn't know how to react. He hadn't even thought about John giving him a place to stay for the night. Nobody had been that kind to him before.

"Sherlock please, it's fine. Don't worry." The bus came and they both paid for their tickets.

They walked down the bus and took two seats at the back. "But what about everything I said to you?"

"It's forgotten. Let's not dwell on the past. I'm far too tired for that."

The bus pulled away from the stop and Sherlock smiled to himself. At least some good had come out of today.