Friday came around and left Sherlock hoping that Molly had forgotten about his agreement to go. He was sure it would be dull and he'd end up insulting anyone present and possibly upset Molly as well and then he'd go home and be alone like usual, which he preferred, of course.

Unfortunately Molly kept reminding him throughout the school day to meet her after classes, so Sherlock didn't even have the excuse that he had forgotten. He decided that didn't matter and she'd get over it when he didn't show. He hurried out after classes and groaned audibly when Molly was already out front waiting for him with a knowing smile. "Ready?" She asked, making him grumble incoherently and nod before following her away from his usual bus and down the road.

"It's not far from here so we can walk." She said with a smile. "We'll take the long way to make sure they get there first." She added, leading him down the streets. He stayed silent, throwing a miniature tantrum at his plans being thwarted time and time again by this rather clever girl.

Sherlock sighed loudly when Molly knocked on the door of a modest home. The door opened to a boy he remembered vaguely from school. He was of little importance. Greg smiled at the two. "Hey. Glad you two could make it. Sorry mate, the beginning might be a bit boring while we finish up the assignment. But hey you can make yourself at home. No one is home." He said, smile wavering only a bit at the end.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Of course no one is home. Your father is dead and your mother sees you as a reminder of said fact so she tries not to be around you much." He muttered, making Greg's eyes widen and Molly blush. "Sherlock.." She said quietly, starting to reprimand him. Greg shook his head. "nah. It's fine. Spot on, by the way. But you might want to keep your knowledge to yourself. It's not always going to be taken kindly." He said, smoothly ignoring all comments Sherlock made about his family. He let them in and closed it behind him, sighing softly and trying to forget what was said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but followed Molly inside and to the sitting room. He saw a blonde head sitting on the sofa and frowned a bit as it seemed familiar. The boy stood and turned around a kind smile already in place. "Hey Molly. Hi…" His smile flickered slightly before being replaced. "Um.. Hey. I'm John." He said, holding out a hand hesitantly.

Sherlock stared at him, not sure what to do. This was bonds-companion, and it was obvious that Molly had no idea. But beyond that, it didn't seem like bonds-companion actually knew either. He definitely wasn't acting like he had. He swallowed and took the hand, heart pounding. "Sherlock." He said quietly, earning an arched eyebrow from Molly.

It took another pointed look from Molly before he realized he hadn't let go of John's hand. John. His name was John. He had a name for his blogger. The blogger who didn't run away because he realized his anon was a boy. He found himself grinning madly for a moment before immediately resuming an unimpressed expression.

He found himself sitting next to John as John, Molly and Greg worked on their assignment. He threw in a few comments about how their work was limited and showed how small minded they were. He mostly spent his time analyzing John, learning as much as he could about him. He also knew that as soon as he was home he'd be sending a new ask to John. He smiled at the thought and earned a raised eyebrow from John "you're staring." He said quietly as the other two debated over an answer to one of their questions.

Sherlock stared for a moment longer gathering his thoughts before quickly speaking. "I was merely trying to figure out whether or not your rib is still bothering you. Your father is obviously still up to his tricks. I'm guessing your sister upset him once again?" He watched John's visage pale a bit, before Sherlock continued. "And playing football yesterday couldn't have helped your rib. I've also observed that you plan on joining the army in order to become a doctor since you couldn't afford it otherwise." He added.

John blinked slowly. "You.. how did you know all of that?" He asked quietly, staring at him. Sherlock shrugged. "It's obvious. From the bruise that is pretty much gone and the way you were walking a bit off, favoring your ribs a bit. And your hand-me down clothes showing you can't afford uni. Though the way you've taken care of your wounds along with some of the classes you're taking, going by the books sticking out of your bag, leads me to believe you want to be a doctor. Then there's the army brochure in your bag as well. So, army to become a doctor. Simple." He said, almost disinterestedly, while watching him intensely, waiting for his reaction.

John stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head slightly. "That… that's brilliant!" He breathed, slowly beginning to smile. Sherlock felt himself melt slightly, and return the smile. "That's not what people usually say." He said softly. John raised an eyebrow. "Well what do they normally say then?" He asked.

Sherlock smirked lightly. "Piss off."

John laughed heartily, causing the other two to look up with interest. Sherlock couldn't help it, John's laugh was contagious, causing him to laugh too.

Looking at the others' faces only caused them to laugh harder, leaning toward each other a bit, before they finally calmed down. John cleared his throat "Right.. well.. um.. How far did you guys get?" He asked, leaning toward them to look at the assignment, ignoring their confused expressions. Sherlock glanced away and decided to ignore them while they finished their assignment. This was definitely turning out differently than he had expected. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he sat their trying not to look at John. Maybe things weren't so bad.

John sat between Greg and Sherlock with Molly on the other side of Greg on the sofa while they watched a film. John usually loved the film, Die Hard. But he found it even better with Sherlock muttering in his ear about the inaccuracies of the film and the plot holes.

John couldn't stop laughing which earned glares from Greg who was otherwise entranced by the film. Molly on the other hand didn't stop looking at them suspiciously, which John didn't understand.

John heard the doorbell ring and knew from experience it would be almost impossible to pull Greg's attention from the telly long enough to get him to pay for the ordered pizza. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his wallet, looking almost sadly at the couple of bills in it, before he felt a hand on his own. He looked up to see Sherlock smile and shake his head before heading to the door. He followed slowly behind him to watch Sherlock pay the pizza guy and take the pizza.

John blushed as Sherlock approached again. "Thanks." He said softly, a warm feeling in his chest that he decided to ignore. He took the pizza from it and laid it on the coffee table. He watched in amusement as Greg reached for a piece without ever taking his eyes off of the film. Molly covered her mouth with a hand as she giggled before reaching for a piece as well.

John shrugged at Sherlock before taking his seat again and holding out a slice for Sherlock who shook his head. "I'm not hungry." He replied, making John frown. "You couldn't have eaten since lunch.." He replied.

Sherlock shrugged. "I don't eat lunch. School food is atrocious and I fancy myself to die of something more interesting than food poisoning."

John laughed. "Fair enough, but that means you have to be even hungrier. Tell me you've at least had breakfast." He raised an eyebrow when Sherlock stayed silent. He held the piece of pizza even closer toward him, nearing his mouth. He grinned. "Come on… Everyone likes pizza! And you paid for it.. for which I promise to pay you back."

Sherlock frowned. "Don't be ridiculous, of course you're not going to pay me back. I refuse to let you."

John found himself smiling more. "Alright. We'll make a deal. I won't pay you back.. if you eat this." He waved the slice in front of Sherlock's face getting a bit of sauce on Sherlock's nose causing him to pout and John to laugh. Sherlock finally took the slice. "Fine." He said, wiping the sauce off his nose before he nibbled at it with a petulant expression.

John grinned and reached for his own slice and ate it slowly, fighting the urge to keep glancing at Sherlock. He shook his head trying to make sense of it, before letting himself get into the end of the film, not noticing Molly's intense gaze on the two of them the whole while.

Molly's gaze didn't leave the two for long through the rest of the time. She tried to keep quiet as Sherlock and Molly left, making their way down the streets. She was so engulfed in her own thoughts she wasn't really sure where they were going.

She hummed lightly glancing at Sherlock every once in a while before he sighed and looked at her. "What is it?" He asked. She shrugged. "Oh… nothing. Nothing at all…" She giggled softly before shaking her head. "Alright. Who is he? I mean.. I know who John is. But it's like you've met him before or something… you know?" She asked.

Sherlock looked away. "I sort of have." He replied. "You don't use your eyes do you?" He asked, still not looking at her.

She rolled her eyes at the insult. "I've realized you get defensive when you feel something too close to home. So what is it? Who is he to you?" She asked.

He huffed at the insinuation before muttering. "bonds-companion." Molly's eyes widened. "Seriously? John is bonds-companion?!" She asked. "Does he know?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes this time. "Does he know he's bonds-companion? I'm sure he's aware, unless he's even less observant than you, and let me tell you that's quite the feat."

Molly sighed. "Oh shut up. You know what I mean. Does he know you're his anon?"

"Of course not." He said sharply. "He wouldn't have looked at me twice if he knew."

Molly bit her lip. "I don't think that's true. Did you see the way he looked at you. And the way the two of you reacted? It was adorable. You're really gone on him aren't you." Sherlock made a face but didn't say anything. Molly smiled softly at him. "It's cute. I think you two would be good for each other."

Sherlock pouted. "I am not cute." He muttered. "We're here. Now go before you say something more ridiculous."

Molly frowned and looked up, realizing they made it to her place. She then looked at Sherlock and grinned even more. "Aww. You walked me home. You care about me."

Sherlock made a face of distaste. "Of course I don't. This was on my way home." He muttered petulantly.

Molly giggled and shook her head. "No it's not. It's in the opposite direction of your home. Unless you got lost."

Sherlock huffed. "I do not get lost." Molly grinned. "Then you walked me home."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Fine. I walked you home. It's dark and I thought you'd get in trouble with your parents. Or something." He mumbled. "I'm sorry for my mistake. It won't happen again." He turned and left without another word.

Molly grinned after him, not letting his brashness affect her. She thought this was a pretty good day after all.

John made it home with a smile on his face. He realized he hadn't felt that good since the last time his anon had talked to him. He didn't want to think about what it meant. He just figured he had a new friend. Though Molly and even Greg, his best friend, didn't make him feel like Sherlock did. He shook his head trying to clear it.

He climbed on his bed, pulling his laptop onto his lap and decided he felt like blogging for the first time in a few days. He sighed as he went through the usual asks. He tried not to let them get him down until his heart almost stopped at the sight of one.

Anonymous:

I do apologize for not communicating with you for so long. I do not have an excuse for it. And even if I did, I likely wouldn't share it. But I will say that I am fine. Completely fine. And I appreciate your worry. Well.. I don't like that you were worried, of course. Just the sentiment of it all I suppose…

John felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment, before he was grinning like an idiot and responding quickly.

bonds-companion:

Of course I wasn't worried. Though if you do that again I will personally kick your bloody arse! But really. I'm glad you're back.. Though.. You know.. would it kill you to tell me your blog so we didn't have to have these conversations so publicly?

Of course almost directly after that one he got another ask from a usual.

Woman-versus-world:

Awww! Not only is the anon back, but bonds-companion wants some alone time. Isn't that all sorts of sweet and romantic. I'm glad you got your anon back, mate. Be sure to tell us when you guys finally get together and all that. I don't care if you guys are half across the world from one another. It has to happen.

John laughed at that, before frowning. He knew they weren't half-way across the world from one another, but they could be across England. It was better than nothing he supposed. And then of course there was the problem of him going into the army. There wasn't really a future for them no matter how he felt. And then what if it wasn't a girl. What if it was a boy? That had his mind thinking about Sherlock, which had him blushing with the thought that he wouldn't mind if the anon looked like him. He sighed and set his laptop aside again.

He had to discuss his questionable sexuality with Greg. And the fact that he had no idea what to do about the anon that he definitely had feelings for without ever having met them.