Have I mentions how much I HATE when I can't update? I had no power for almost ever. I'm addicted to Pewdiepie and I have had not one strike of inspiration Not to mention school has been a killer. Anyway so sorry, please stay tuned and I will update when I can, I swear!

John had gone out with the two, Adrian and Carmella for milkshakes and the two friends went towards Carmella's apartment leaving John to catch the bus home to finish a paper he knew he had to get done before the weekend.

The bus ride was tiring as he started to nod off, full of ice cream and full of excitement. That by the time he got to his stop, dragged his feet and got inside he had forgotten the paper and flopped into his bed.

He woke just as the moon was rising and its first sweet pale rays were spilling into his room. He rubbed his hands on his face in a sad attempt to wake up.

He pulled off his shoes and walked to his desk to power up his laptop. He rubbed his face as the bright light of the chipper laptop as it binged to life. He typed in his login and dragged his knapsack over and dug around for the assignment.

As the night wore on John worked, keys clicking softly and he gained speed, music pumping through his cheap head phones, paper going strong when his mobile buzzed sending a vibration through the desk.

John, in his bubble of thoughts and music looked over and picked it up.

'Need help. Come if convenient.

-SH'

John looked at his mobile and blinked, confused.

The phone buzzed again, John opened the message.

'If inconvenient come anyway.

-SH'

John, now even more confused saved his paper and sent a text back.

'Where?'

Buzz.

'Front door.

-SH'

"Oh you've got to be kidding." John chuckled and rolled his eyes. His reply was the front door bell going off, "No way in bloody hell." John muttered. If it was possible the bell rang again and it sounded impatient and annoyed.

John took off his headphones and went down the stairs; no one was home so he was glad no one got to the door before him. John opened the door and his breath got caught in his throat as Sherlock was standing on his door step, the rays from the moon and the streetlights casting shadows on his perfect angular face.

"John."

John was still so awestruck he didn't even hear Sherlock.

"John." Sherlock stressed.

"Oh, right, um, uh, please come in."John said and moved out of the way, tripping on his words.

"Right then," Sherlock swept in as if he owned the place, "I need your assistance John."

John blinked, still rather confused, "With what exactly?"

Sherlock turned and his heels clicked as he did, "A case, I need someone with medical knowledge."

John had sunken further into confusion, "You live with someone with medical knowledge."

"Ah yes but, she gave me this to give to you." Sherlock said and handed John an open envelope.

"This is open."

"Yes it is."

John flipped it open to see his name on the front, "For me, and you opened it."

"Well naturally."

John looked up into Sherlock's face, "Naturally?"

"Well I knew it had to be about me, since Carmella told me to come ask you, naturally."

"Naturally." John repeated.

"Naturally."

John rolled his eyes and slid the slightly blue tinted paper out,

'Dear John,

Adrian, Georgie and I need to leave, an aunt of mine has fallen ill and it is the utmost importance that we return to the States in this hour. It was rather unplanned but you need not worry, we called ahead and got all of our arrangements in order.

Naturally'

"There's that word again." John said to himself.

'…we need someone to 'babysit' Sherly in a manner of speaking. Mrs. Hudson is too elderly and I will not put that sweet old woman through that, Sherlock will not even speak his brother's name and he won't come will us because of his case. Please John watch after Sherlock, we hope to return soon, have him sleep with you or you with him…

John was starting to turn pink,

'…that's your choice, but make sure he at least eats a little something and take good notes while we are away. I'm counting on you John to watch my Sherly.

-CC

P.S. I told Sherlock to find you, and I'm sure he read this.

I did.'

John reread the letter, "They just left," John looked at Sherlock, "They just left you?"

Sherlock shrugged, "Yes, now about that case."

John nodded, "Well alright then, where to?"

Sherlock smiled, John forgot how to breathe again, "The crime scene of course!"

John smiled, "Well then I'd better get dressed." He said and headed back up the stairs.

"And do hurry!" Sherlock called back up.

John smiled a bit wider and rolled his eyes. He finally got to his room and pulled off his pajamas, he pulled on a pair of jeans, socks and a warm sweater. With regret he closed his laptop after making sure it was saved and ran back downstairs where his shoes were.

Sherlock was looking at John's family photos, an odd expression on his face.

"Sherlock?" John asked clearly interrupting Sherlock's thoughts, "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Sherlock looked to John, "What? Nothing. Let's go." He said in a huff.

John didn't question, he simply got his keys and followed behind Sherlock.

They called a cab and were off to the crime scene Sherlock had mentioned, they rode in silence, John's mind started to wander and Sherlock was texting away.

"Why do you do that?"

John looked over, "What?"

"That." Sherlock said, not looking up from his phone.

John shook his head, "Do what, Sherlock."

Sherlock lowered his phone and glared somewhat at John, "That look, in those pictures."

John was confused which was becoming normal when he was around Sherlock, "What look?"

Sherlock looked at John as if he was mentally handicapped, "The look. Your eyes look broken, but you smile."

"Oh." John looked down at his feet, "That one."

"Yes. That one." Sherlock said rolling his eyes and going back to texting.

"I guess," John pondered, "It's because it's my father. He has always been harsh towards me, and I want to be happy for my mother but my father has taken everything and broken it."

At the start of John's explanation, Sherlock had been texting but as it went on he stopped. John looked over and saw an odd, almost young look in Sherlock's face but it was quickly gone. Sherlock turned to face John.

"You should not allow your father to break you." He said in his analytical voice then went back to texting.

John blinked, was that Sherlock…being nice?

"Ah, um, well thank you Sherlock."

"Now shut up. I need to think."

John looked out the window again, so much for nice.