I didn't get a wink of sleep that night. I could hear Sherlock's footsteps as he paced about the flat. The man never slept and with a mind like his it wasn't unusual. I always found it hard to sleep when my mind was racing with thoughts so I could only imagine what was going on in his head. I looked at my watch and could see I was running a little behind. I quickly showered and changed out of my dirty clothes. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. Caffeine at the moment was my only friend and the only thing that would keep me awake today.

"Right well I'm off to work." I said as Sherlock ignored me. "Did you hear me?"

He came out of his trance and looked at me. "Yes I heard you. I found someone to take to the musical."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Hudson."

I rolled my eyes. I should have known he would invite her after all Sherlock had a tendency to be an old soul. "Well you two old farts have fun." I said still agitated that I couldn't accompany him to the musical. I would much rather be sitting in a nice air conditioned theater listening to people sing than in the hell hole I knew as work. Claire didn't miss a beat and the moment I walked through the door she was on my case.

"You're late."

"Oh come on. I'm 5 minutes late."

"You're still late."

"O.K. I'm late and you're making me later by sitting here telling me over and over that I'm late." I then walked past her bumping my shoulder into her's as hard as I could. I grabbed the man's chart and began to sift through it before entering the room where he was standing most of his weight being put on the cane he was using. "Mr. Finley?" He nodded and I sat down in one of the clinic's more comfortable rolling chairs. "It says here you're having issues with your left leg."

"That's correct."

I looked at him and for a split second I thought for sure he reminded me of someone. I cleared my mind and asked him to hop up on the examining table. I raised his pant leg and was slightly appalled by the amount of leg hair this man had. He was like a hairy gorilla it was unlike anything I had ever seen and I've seen plenty of legs. I began to check his bones pressing my fingers upon certain points to check his pain level.

"I thought I told you to get the lady in the next room."

I closed my eyes and tried to tune her out, but she repeated herself. "Yes o.k. I just grabbed a chart I didn't pay attention to the name on it."

"No need to give me attitude."

"You're one to talk."

"Excuse me?"

I knew I had just opened a can of worms, but I was frustrated. "You've done nothing but pick at me since I walked in here. Give me a goddamn break alright! I'm doing the best I can."

"You really think this is the best you can do?"

"After what I've been through yes yes I do!"

"Well your best sucks."

"Was that supposed to hurt my feelings?"

"Um…excuse me." We both turned and looked at Mr. Finley who was feeling a little awkward as he sat there and listened to us bickering. "How about my leg?"

I pulled down his pant leg and sat back down in my chair throwing his chart onto the desk and writing down my summary of his injuries. By now I was so worked up that I didn't care what came out of my mouth the filter was off. Mr. Finley grabbed his cane and stood back up. I looked him over once more and then realized why he seemed so familiar. He was me. I smiled to myself thinking back to the first time Sherlock had figured out my life story and I tried my best to repeat his words.

"There's nothing wrong with your leg."

"Dr. Watson what kind of a diagnosis is that?" Claire exclaimed in an annoyed tone.

"Hear me out. How long were you standing in the waiting area?"

He thought back. "A little over an hour."

"Did you ever ask for a seat?"

"They were all full."

I could tell by his facial expressions that I was starting to get to him. "Whatever it is going on with your leg it's clearly psychosomatic. There are no breaks, no pain, and if you really were having problems you would have asked for a chair we have extras for patients like you and the fact that you didn't clearly shows it's at least partially all in your head." I half expected to hear Clair begin bitching and moaning like she always did when I stepped out of line.

Mr. Finley looked at me a certain sadness filled his eyes. "Just…I need vicodin. I need it."

I nodded knowing my conclusion proved correct. "I suggest you check yourself into a rehab center Mr. Finley."

"Can't you just give me a prescription? I just need some to carry me over the weekend."

"And go to jail? Not for you. Now I think you should leave." He was on the verge of tears as he picked up his cane and walked out of the room without a limp to be seen. I picked up his chart and walked over to Claire who was looking at me in a way I had never expected her to. I handed it over to her and I felt my heart flutter slightly. "I'll go see the patient in the next room now."

She shook her head and took the chart from me. "No need. That was very impressive Doctor."

"John. You can just call me John."

"It's not professional."

"Right of course."

"There's a child down the hall about 5 or 6. Split his knee open while riding his bike. No extra stitches this time ok?"

I smiled and nodded, but I was disappointed when she didn't smile back. I liked the softer side of her and I found myself unable to get her out of my head no matter how much I tried. Not even reminding myself that she was 10 years younger than I was didn't clear her from my mind. I finished up the last stitch on the boys injured knee still thinking about the events that had just occurred.

"Are you done yet?"

The sound of her yelling at me was comforting and annoying all rolled into one. "I'm just about finished."

"Well hurry up there are people out here waiting."

"I'm doing the bes…I'm working on it."

"You're moving a little slow. Let's pick up the pace."

I finished just as she walked away and made sure to give the boy a lolly before he left. The day seemed to be going by pretty quickly and before I knew it, it was time for my break. I walked to the break room and grabbed myself a glass of water taking a seat at one of the tables where another doctor named Harold was sitting.

"So what do you think of Claire?"

I gagged. "I hate her."

"I thought you might say that. She's young it's normal for them to act like this."

"How old is she anyways?"

"You haven't heard of her? She was in all the newspapers. The youngest woman to get a doctorate that Britain's had yet. She's 21 years old and smarter than any of us."

I immediately felt that awkward knot form in my gut. I felt like a total pedophile for even thinking she was attractive, but I couldn't take it back now. "21 you say?"

"Don't even think about it."

My eyes widened. "I wasn't. Good lord I'm 41 years old I need to find someone my own age. She would be good for my flat mate though." The moment I spoke those words and thought of Sherlock with her my stomach began to burn. What was wrong with me? I had never felt like this not even about Sarah at least not this quickly. I rubbed my stomach as I felt the burning sensation worsen.

"Heart burn?"

"Yeah sure." Everything was calm for a moment and then all hell broke loose out in the waiting area.

"I NEED TO SEE JOHN WATSON! HE'S THE ONLY DOCTOR I WILL LET TREAT ME!"

The moment I heard Sherlock's deep booming voice shouting out my name I winced. I leapt from my chair and immediately made my way out to the waiting room. I knew how he could act in public and I wanted to get him out of the waiting area as soon as possible. I finally managed to get him into one of the vacant rooms and I closed the door to keep any shouting that might occur from being heard.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!"

He moved his hand away from his chin and exposed the gaping wound on his face. "I fell."

"Christ Sherlock. How did you do it?"

"We were at the musical and they asked for volunteers from the audience I stretched my arms out at an inappropriate time. Anyways no one told me the edge of the stage was only a few inches away from where I was and next thing I knew…"

"Honestly I can't leave you alone for a second." The door flew open and Claire walked in wanting to know what all the commotion was. "It's alright I've got it under control." Sherlock's eyes met hers and I watched as his mouth slowly opened wider than I had ever seen it. He sat there with blood dripping down his chin gawking at her like he had never seen a woman before. "Sherlock close your mouth." He did so and watched her every move. "Oh Claire this is my flat mate."

"The detective."

"Sherlock Holmes." He extended his hand and I watched as she shook it. The beast began to roar inside of me, but I couldn't say a damn thing. "You look rather young to be working in a place like this."

"Youngest woman in Britain to obtain a doctorate. I just turned 21 last week."

Again the perverted feeling came over me. "Can I stitch you up or are you going to keep talking?" I snapped at Sherlock trying to keep him from talking to her. I wiped the blood from his chin and grabbed a needle.

"What's that for?"

"I have to numb it now just shut up and sit still."

"Oh so he's always snappy." Claire said commenting on my quick temper.

"Well…"

"No talking!"

To no surprise at all it took me forever to stitch up the detective. He simply wouldn't sit still and I couldn't risk shoving the needle into the wrong place though I did want to shove it right into his face a few times. I finished him up and gave him a clean bill of health. He got up to leave, but not before asking Claire when the next time was she was free.

"I'm free Friday." She responded much to my chagrin.

"How would you like to have dinner at our place?"

"I'd love to, but I have to work." I said sarcastically not at all approving of the interaction going on between him and Claire.

"Dinner at 7 then?" She nodded and Sherlock turned to me a wide smile plastered across his ugly face. "I'll see you at home." He then turned on his heels and walked off with his head held high.

I looked at Claire who seemed rather intrigued by my dark and mysterious flat mate. I had to say something to possibly prevent this dinner from ever happening and I hoped that his lack of bedroom experience would put her off. "He's a virgin you know."

She smiled. "That's an honorable trait considering I am too."

Perverted feeling. "Well I'm not surprised. I don't know a single man on this earth who would want to have sex with you."

"Like wise."