I walked into the flat angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. Everything was coming to a head and I wasn't handling it very well. I called out for Sherlock and searched every room for the bastard I now considered my ex best friend. To my annoyance he was nowhere to be found. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, but was unsuccessful. There were certain things I could do in this situation to make me feel better and making tea was one of them. I walked over to the stove and to my surprise a kettle of tea had already been made. I then remembered that Claire had yet again been in our flat and it just made me fume even more. I poured myself a cup cursing under my breath the entire time before making my way to the open window in the sitting area. I inhaled the cold London air and stared out at the buildings that blocked us from having an almost perfect view of the park across the way. I took a sip of my tea and allowed my eyes to wander down onto the sidewalk. There was Sherlock completely eating off Claire's face…or so it looked that way. Not surprising considering he had probably never made out with a girl in his life. The next thing I knew I watched as the tea fell from my cup onto the unsuspecting couple below. I listened as Sherlock yelled obscenities after being soaked in my cup's contents. I smiled and closed the window making sure he didn't see that it was I who had spilled my drink upon him. I then sat down in my chair and listened as the sound of hurried footsteps came trotting up the stairs.

Sherlock entered the room and stood in front of me his hair damped by my tea. "What in bleeding Christ was that about?"

I shrugged not caring that he was mad. "It just kind of trickled out of the cup. I must have been day dreaming." He then retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I snickered to myself and found that I was starting to feel better.

"That wasn't very nice!"

I whipped my head around and glanced at Claire who had the angriest face I had ever seen. There she stood in the doorway her white blouse drenched in tea causing it to become see through. I continued to stare at her shirt which exposed her bright pink bra and ample boosums. "It…um…it was an accident."

"Are you staring at my tits?"

Good lord why did she have to use such a suggestive word? I would have much rather she referred to them as boobs at least then it wouldn't sound so dirty. "You call those tits?"

She rolled her eyes and walked to the back no doubt on her way to find Sherlock. When she returned I was surprised to see her wearing one of my new pink work shirts. I watched as she tucked it into her jeans exposing the string of her underwear in the process.

"I hope you don't mind."

"Well I kind of do, but what does it matter to you?"

She squinted just as Sherlock came out of the bathroom. He looked at Claire in a way I didn't appreciate. "Where did you get that shirt?"

"It's mine." I said in a rather proud tone of voice.

"That's why it's so ill fitting. What are your plans for the rest of the day John?"

"I'm just going to sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening." I mumbled to myself.

"What's that? We're going to go catch a movie if you want to come."

"Dear God no. I actually though I would see my therapist."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "You haven't seen her in months."

"Thank you detective obvious."

"What is your problem?"

I stood up the rage I felt returning in full force. "YOU TOOK CLAIRE TO A CASE FRIDAY!"

Clearly Sherlock didn't see what the big deal was. "I did. I needed a doctor there. You were unavailable."

"I'M YOUR PARTNER NOT HER! I'M THE ONE WHO HELPS YOU WORK THESE CASES! SHE'S 21 YEARS OLD WHAT COULD SHE POSSIBLY KNOW THAT I DON'T!"

"It was a onetime thing calm down." Just then Mrs. Hudson shouted from downstairs wanting to know what all the commotion was about. "It's nothing Mrs. Hudson John is just being…"

"BEING WHAT!"

That was the end of the conversation. Sherlock grabbed his jacket from the coat hook and grabbed Claire's hand which only made me feel worse than I already did. "Call me when you've calmed down."

"YEAH RIGHT THAT WILL HAPPEN!"

Before they left Claire turned and looked at me. "You know Sarah is in town."

I tilted my head confused by why she would tell me this information. Did she pity me? Was she saying it thinking I'd simply just give Sarah a ring and rekindle our relationship? "Right." That was all I could manage to say before the two of them left leaving me there to sulk.

I sat down in the chair across from Ella like I always did when we had our appointments. She started off by simply staring at me the same way Sherlock did when he analyzed me.

"You seem tense John."

I laughed to myself for she had no idea just how tense I really was. "I guess you could say that."

"Well what's been going on?"

I didn't know where to start, but I brought up the one thing that had consumed my thoughts as of lately. "I got a new boss at work."

She nodded. "And how does that make you feel?"

"It pisses me off."

"I sense maybe some hostility towards this person."

"You're damn right. She's rude, immature, and a complete bitch."

"How does she feel about you?"

"I really don't care, but I suspect she thinks I'm the same except a complete dick. Just her name alone angers me. Claire Maynard. God it just infuriates me." I watched as Ella's face changed from one of pure contentment to one of awkwardness. "What?"

She crossed her legs sighing heavily. "I'm not supposed to disclose private information about other patients of mine."

My eyes widened upon hearing the news. "Wait…Claire Maynard is a patient of yours?"

"Has been for a while. Poor girl. It hasn't been easy for her she's a very lonely person. Don't tell her I told you that."

"If you're trying to make me feel bad for her it's not working." I lied clearly taking pity on the poor girl. I never thought about what her life might have been like and perhaps Ella was right. It couldn't have been easy for her and she more than likely had very little friends. No one her age would have been able to even remotely understand her intelligence and I could see how it would get rather lonely. "Whatever she's been through in her life it's no reason for her to be a horrid bitch to everyone."

"Could you stop?"

"I'm just being honest. You're my therapist I pay you to listen to me bitch and moan."

"You're right John."

Before we could go any further my curiosity got the best of me. "Does she talk about me?"

Ella shook her head. "I can't answer that."

"She does doesn't she?" A smile crossed my face. "I bet she says some horrible things about me."

"Quite the opposite." For the first time since she became a therapist Ella broke the client confidentiality rule. "What makes you think she dislikes you?"

I shrugged and thought back to work. "She's always yelling at me for something making me feel like she's better than me."

"She's hard on you because she admires you. She knows what you're capable of and she wants to see you put your talents to good use. That's all I'm saying I shouldn't have even told you that much."

I was speechless which was quite unusual for me. I was always one to ramble incessantly a bad habit I had learned from my mother. I had never thought for once that maybe Claire was hard on me because she simply wanted to see me do my best. "Wow." I said softly clearing my throat and grabbing my jacket from the armrest. "I think I should be going now."

"Don't tell her anything I said to you. I could lose my job."

I agreed and left still in a state of shock. The taxi ride home gave me plenty of time to think and as much as I wanted to suddenly start being nice to Claire I knew I couldn't. Our relationship was based on our banter and hatred towards each other and if I changed that she'd suspect something was up. The cab pulled up to the curb and I got out paying the cab driver before entering 221 B Baker Street. I headed up the stairs entering the empty flat and going straight to my bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I thought about Claire and the moment she slipped into my mind my heart began throbbing harder than I had ever felt it. I had been so wrong to judge her and I felt extremely guilty for it. I needed someone to lift my spirits and I knew exactly who to turn to. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed their number. I heard their voice on the other end and I smiled to myself. "Sarah? It's John. I was thinking maybe we should catch up."