I sat at the kitchen table at 221 B Baker Street watching the clock on the wall the minutes ticking away quicker than I had hoped. It was Friday and I was due at the clinic in less than an hour, but I refused to leave until I saw Claire walk through the door. I wanted to see how they interacted together wanted to know if there was any chemistry there. I still hadn't figured out why I cared so much especially after finding out that my assumption that she was 10 years younger had turned to 20. Sherlock waltzed into the kitchen like a fairy flying through a forest with an odd smirk on his face.

"If you keep that up she'll think you're gay."

He stopped and whipped around to look at me with his bright blue eyes and busted up chin. "What was I doing?"

"It looks like fluttering, but I can't tell. Do it again?" He then retreated into the bedroom and came back out repeating everything he had done not knowing that Claire had showed up and was standing in the doorway.

"Well that's attractive." The sound of her voice stopped him dead in his tracks and I watched as his face turned as red as a tomato. I couldn't help but laugh loudly and I didn't care if it embarrassed him even more. She stared at me knowing I was partially laughing out of spite. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

I nodded and looked at my watch. "I should, but I figured walking in a few minutes late wouldn't be too bad. After all I don't have you to bitch at me."

"JOHN!"

I looked at Sherlock who had a rather strange look on his face. "What?"

"Don't talk to her like that."

"Dear God Sherlock you just met her and you're already playing the knight in shining armor?" I gagged and grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair standing up to leave. "You two have fun. Word of warning Sherlock don't dare step out of line she won't let you hear the end of it." I put on my jacket and made my way to the door staring at Claire as I left. Her eyes were the color of the ocean not at all as bright as Sherlock's. They were a deep almost navy blue and I found it hard not to become slightly lost in them. I stepped outside and exhaled the breath I had been holding. I slapped myself hard in the face knocking some sense back into me before hailing a taxi and heading off to work.

My shift seemed harder that evening maybe because I didn't have someone there to keep me on my toes. I hadn't been sleeping well at all and I found that without Claire's constant nagging I was slowly drifting off in between patients. When it came time for my break I was exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to head home and crawl into my nice comfortable bed, but alas I was stuck. I walked into the break room and stared at the vending machine deciding if I wanted chocolate chip cookies or potato crisps. Neither was very healthy, but that was the last thing on my mind. I leaned against the machine my eyes half closed and pushed random buttons. I listened as the food item I had just purchased fell down into the slot. I leaned down, pulled the item from the opening and stared at it.

"Starburst? O.K." I didn't care I was too tired to care. It wasn't my favorite sweet, but it was something. I sat down at the table and opened the wrapper. That's the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew I felt someone poking me hard in my shoulder. I swatted their hand away and mumbled loudly. "FUCK OFF!" I shouted having been having a dream about Claire standing naked in her office begging for me to just take her. I felt the same hard poke and I began to get annoyed. "I SAID…" I looked up at the person hovering over me my eyes taking a bit of time to adjust. "Oh…it's you." I hadn't expected to see Claire considering she had been off that day. "What time is it?"

"9:30."

"Aw shit. How long have I been asleep?"

"5 hours."

My eyes widened and I threw my hand over my face rubbing the palm of my hands across my eyes. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"

"Well you look so pretty when you're asleep…"

"Shut up." I was in no mood to play games and the sound of her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "Has anyone ever told you that you're so fucking annoying?"

"Well you just did. Are you always this mad?"

"Yes. Yes I am. I'm a very angry person."

"You should see a therapist."

"Ho ho ho!" I said sarcastically. "I do have a therapist."

"You should fire her."

I rolled my eyes and got up from the table pushing my way past her heading towards the sink. "You know who really needs a therapist? YOU! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU'RE SO SMART! YOU'RE JUST LIKE SHERLOCK!" Saying his name left a bad taste in my mouth and I had to ask. "SPEAKING OF THE BASTARD HOW WAS YOUR DATE?"

"YOU'RE RUDE!"

"HOW WAS YOUR DATE?" I was getting angrier by the second just thinking about them being together.

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING?"

"BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT!"

"GOD YOU'RE SO IMPOSSIBLE! I DON'T KNOW HOW SHERLOCK LIVES WITH YOU! HE'S SO NICE…"

"He is not nice." I said calmly.

She shook her head confused by what had just happened. "Are you bipolar?"

"I might be."

She sighed. "Yes he's nice and he's so knowledgeable. I've never met any man who could even keep up with my intelligence."

"Oh well don't invite me to the wedding."

"Don't worry we won't. "

"I take it you haven't seen his collection of body parts." Surely that would have put her off.

"Actually he gave me a tour of your flat. Your room…"

"You went into my room?"

She shrugged. "There wasn't much to see. Doesn't look like there's much action going on in there."

I scrunched my nose as I always did when I was mad. "I GET PLENTY OF SEX! IN FACT I WILL MORE THAN LIKELY GET LAID TONIGHT! I HAVE WOMEN THROWING THEMSELVES AT ME!" Of course I was lying and truth be told the only woman I wanted throwing herself at me was her.

"I almost got laid."

I covered my ears not wanting to hear about Sherlock's sex life especially not with her. "La la la la la I didn't hear any of that!"

"Sherlock's very awkward when it comes to sex."

"Because he doesn't get any."

"He asked me out again."

"Good for you. Now if you'll excuse me I should be going home."

She watched me head for the door and I could feel her eyes watching me which sent shivers down my spine. "I'll talk to you Monday then about your little nap." I flipped her the bird and left. I was angry, I was hurt, and I was confused. Claire and Sherlock were perfect for each other and I knew it. Both were equally intelligent, had plenty in common, and were closer in age. I didn't stand a chance in hell and I realized it was time to make an appointment with my therapist.

Little did I know back in the break room Claire was struggling to keep her knees from going out and she too had begun to have feelings she didn't know what to do with. She smiled to herself and tucked her hair behind her ears. "John Watson. That man…is perfect."