John sighed as he stared, at his wardrobe. He had no idea what he should wear and he doubted his normal supply of jumpers and shirts would fit in amongst the Holmes', if Sherlock's suits where anything to go by. He was digging through his drawers trying to find a jacket he hoped would pass as semi-formal when Squish wandered in.

"I came to make sure you're coming with us." she announced and fell heavily onto his bed with a sigh, "God I wish I was old enough to go to the pub. I need to be drunk."

John sighed and looked up from his shirts, "You're too young to drink, and anyway what can possibly be that wrong."

"If you don't want me to drink, don't leave very very, nice Irish whiskey lying around and did your father ever follow you when you were on a date? With a boy. If you haven't then don't tell me nothing can be wrong."

"He didn't?" John said, "He can't of?"

Squish nodded sadly then fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes; John sat down next to her, "Tell me about the boy."

Squish opened one eye and blew a strand of her off her cheek, "He came into the bar, his brother was having an 18th birthday party with his boyfriend and it was my first set since Moriarty. You were there."

John nodded remembering, it had taken twenty minutes to convince Sherlock that they should make sure that Squish would be ok, Sherlock's argument being that John had given her his gun and they would provide less protection then a gun, but eventually he had given in and of course it all been fine even if Brian's flirting had gone over Sherlock's head and he had been chatted up three times. Now thinking about it, he could remember the party, it had been a large group and they're had been a lot of kisses round a big blonde guy. He didn't know who could have asked Squish out though; they had all been a lot older than her.

"Then?"

She looked up at him through her lashes, why did she and Sherlock both had two completely different looks, that both made John feel like he was missing something obvious, she sighed.

"He came back the next day and waited after I finished and asked for my number, I asked for his, we exchanged numbers, we texted, we went out. And then Sherlock stalked us through the park."

John raised his eyes to the heavens, why did he live here? Why did he not live with a normal person?

"It's his warped way of worrying about you. Now please help me pack. I have no idea what passes for smart, casual or smart casual. I don't even know what pyjamas to pack!"

"The fact you're packing pyjamas is adorable." She said as she went and opened his drawers, "Couple this shirt with that jumper, and those trousers." She said pulling out the items and throwing them onto the bed, "Wear that for casual, for smart, this shirt with this jacket and mmm those trousers, at a push they'll pass for smart chinos."

John gathered up the clothes and sighed, "Jesus how do you do that? You've just made three different ways I would never have worn those clothes in"

"Put it this way, Sherlock was never the greatest at buying multiple choices for outfits, why do you think he wears the shirt so often?" She finished throwing clothes at the bed, "If you wear the trainers with the casual and your work shoes with the smart stuff, we might be able to get through this weekend alive."

John finished folding clothes, and said, "Is it really that bad" he asked as he started to put the clothes into the case.

Squish walked to the door; "Oh you are going to have such a shock." she said and walked out, leaving a very worried looking John behind her.

Two days later the three of them piled into the taxi. Well John and Squish piled in, Sherlock got in effortlessly and John admitted elegantly. Squish immediately put on her headphones and stared out of the window, Sherlock stared into space and John watched the English countryside go by. Eventually the car pulled up to some large gates. John was reminded of a picture book he had had when he was a kid, there had been a picture of the Selfish Giant's gate. Dark black iron rose upward culminating in spikes that pierced the sky. The taxi inched forward and then drove through quickly as though they were being chased by an invisible person.

Eventually they arrived at a house. Well not really a house. More of a castle John thought as he got out of car in awe. Squish was already out and grabbing her bag from the boot of the car, Sherlock was also moving towards the house and John saw that Mycroft was emerging from the gaping maw of the house.

"Hell Dr Watson." He said smoothly as he reached forward to grasp his hand, "So glad you could come"

"I gather we didn't have to much choice" John said as he shook Mycroft's hand, "But this..." gesticulating wildly, "Is amazing. Truly amazing"

Sherlock was at this point disappearing into the darkness of the house, "I imagine John will be in my wing? Of course, come on John" and without another glance he disappeared coat flapping behind him.

"Better do as he says" Mycroft said slipping his hand away, "Squish will show you were to go"

John looked behind him to see that all the bags were out of the car and Squish was struggling to carry if them to the hall of the house.

"Oh no, you don't" he said, rushing forward to help her, "As your doctor and the only reason you're not still in hospital, I'm saying you're not allowed to carry anything for this weekend, those bandages only just came off and there is no way you're going to hospital saying you split the stitches. My reputation would be in tatters!"

She laughed and smiled up at him, "Come on. It's time to blow your tiny mind."

"Oh my god." John said twenty minutes later, Squish was just sitting on a chair laughing.

"I mean seriously. Seriously?"

"Yep and you've been saying that for the past three minutes."

John looked over at her in amazement, "He has a WING of the house. A wing!"