"For the love of God!" Sherlock roared as the 221b's door burst open. He stormed into the room muttering curses.

"Sherlock, calm down…" John attempted to soothe, following closely behind him.

"I just had an episode!"

"Yes."

"In front of everyone! Including Anderson and Donovan!"

"I know, Sherlock. But it's going to be –"

"It's going to be what, John?! Embarrassing? Humiliating? I agree!"

"I know that you're embarrassed, but it was out of your control…"

"Betrayed by my brain of all things! The one friend I had growing up!"

"People will understand. You didn't choose to have an episode…"

"Can I remind you that it is Anderson and Donovan I'm anxious about! They're going to tear me to pieces! I could quit… but I need the work! And… And…"

"Sherlock, you'll make yourself ill if you carry on."

"It's Anderson and –"

Sherlock was interrupted by a knock on the open door. It was Anderson.

"Mrs Hudson let me in…" he muttered.

"God, it's like Beetlejuice! You said his name one too many times!" John joked, scowling at Anderson.

"Must have deleted that… film?" Sherlock muttered.

"I just came by to say –"

"There's not much you can say, Anderson! You interrogated and ridiculed me because of a misunderstanding brought about by my past, which resulted in me having a schizophrenic episode; which was terrifying at the least. It feels real, you know. The hallucinations. I thought that insects really were crawling over me, biting me. And I actually thought you and Donovan were monsters…" Sherlock chuckled emptily.

"Well, on some level, we are monsters… I'm sorry Sherlock. I should have followed protocol and told Lestrade. I'm guessing he knows…" Anderson trailed off.

"It would be irresponsible if he didn't know. He said I could come to the crime scenes, only if I wouldn't make a scene. I guess this incident means I'm fired…" Sherlock sighed.

"No, it doesn't," Anderson corrected, "for one, that's discrimination against the mentally ill…"

"Please don't call me that, however true it might be; I'm not a fan of the phrasing…" Sherlock shrugged.

"Sure," Anderson continued, "secondly, I told Lestrade that it was mine and Sally's fault. He said that we won't be on cases for a while and put us on desk duty…" Sherlock and John were both surprised at Anderson's display of actual decency. "I still felt bad, so I came to apologise. I've done that, so I'll just go…"

"I accept your apology, Anderson," Sherlock responded. It surprised even himself, "Your suspicions were understandable, no one sees an ex-drug-addict taking pills and immediately thinks mental illness… You should have followed the correct procedure by telling Lestrade rather than listening to Donovan, though. Speaking of Donovan, where is she? I entertained the thought that she might be with you…"

"Well, she is a bitch. She insisted that she did nothing wrong and that you 'deserved it'," Anderson sighed.

"That's alright; she's absolutely idiotic and infuriating. I'd like to think you show some promise. You just need to stop talking and think." Sherlock shrugged.

"Thanks… I think," Anderson smiled a half smile while John was shocked into silence. He'd never seen Sherlock and Anderson get along before. "I better go. Don't think I'm treating you any different at crime scenes, Sherlock. I've come to enjoy our little sparring sessions."

"I wouldn't expect anything else."

"Just don't say anything about the… cold metal incident again. I'm still embarrassed by that…"

"We'll see…"

"Goodbye, Holmes." And with that, Anderson left. John was still speechless.

"Anderson and I can get along if we wish. Sargent Donovan is the real reason that Anderson makes these… less favourable gestures. We enjoy the sparring between us, really."

John was still silent.

"Tea?" Sherlock offered. John only nodded.

Things were a way away from normality, it would probably be a while before there was even a slight sense of normality. But Sherlock would get used to the hallucinations, the medication and perhaps even agree to therapy; John would get over the shock of Sherlock and Anderson being civil to each other and Sherlock offering to make tea… though it may take a while.

~The End~

So this is it! Who'd have imagined Anderson would apologise?! And that he and Sherlock secretly get on?! (I know I wrote it!) Anderson isn't THAT bad under all of that; it's probably just Donovan egging him on; but that's my opinion.

I will be posting 'The School-ground Freak' very soon; if not tonight then tomorrow.

PLEASE review! I'd love to know your opinions, as always, now it's done.

Thanks for reading! x - ER