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''This is all wrong John!" Sherlock shouted from inside their residence.

"What is it this time, Sherlock?" John was already feeling incredibly sympathetic towards their in-mates (as such).

"The desk is bolted down and at a really bad angle and then the bed, well beds. We need to push them together. I NEED SPACE!". Sherlock reeled off the deductions he'd taken from the room and was already dragging one small iron bed to another. The desk was by the window and John, as always, couldn't see what was wrong with it, though Sherlock was right, it was bolted down.

"Look if you just wait for a moment, I can get my tools out" John sighed setting down their suitcases on the bed, wincing as the springs squeaked.

"You have tools?" Sherlock blinked, bewildered.

"Yeah, a set as a Christmas present from Harry a couple of years ago" he explained holding up a miniature red box. Rumbling for a screwdriver John watched as Sherlock continued stalking a perimeter of the room.

"John?" Sherlock said.

"Yes?"

"I don't think that we need the wardrobe, do you?" his eyes narrowed.

"Where are we meant to keep the clothes? I mean we can't just live out of our suitcases can we?" John already regretted saying it.

"That's a brilliant idea John!" Sherlock was already moving the light modern wardrobe.

"It was a joke Sherlock; no we aren't getting rid of the wardrobe." John warned holding the screwdriver, pointing it towards him as part of an unspoken warning.

"Fine!" Sherlock said briskly as he slumped on the now conjoined beds, curling into a ball onto his side and blowing his now restored hair out of his eyes.

John went over to the desk and made quick work of the bolts.

"Sherlock, are you gonna tell me where you want this desk, or not?" he asked softly knowing that he had annoyed him.

"Going to" Sherlock mumbled.

"Pardon?" John said, padding over to him.

"It's not 'gonna' its 'going to' and no not just yet, look its dark out come to bed John." Sherlock turned and looked at John in a way that made hearts beat faster.

"Sherlock...I need a shower and it isn't really dark at all and..." Sherlock was unrelenting in his stare "Really Sherl, you don't want my mangy hair in your face tonight, wait will you?"

"You better hurry up is all I can say" replied Sherlock and he rolled back to his previous position.

"I promise" John whizzed off, skidding on the tiles of the bathroom before realizing that he had no towel...'oh well' he thought 'there aren't any people moving in until tomorrow'. He turned on the shower and had what was possible the quickest wash of his life. Leaping back out again he grabbed his clothes and opened the bathroom door with them clutched to his chest.

A girlish scream sounded from the hall. John ducked and dropped his clothes lower to protect his manhood. He slowly opened his eyes to a woman standing on the left holding the handle of a baby blue suitcase, covered in small image prints of kittens. Kittens. Her face was shielded in a sharp fringe and pretty brunette curls fell down her back.

"Oh God! I am so sorry! I didn't think anyone was moving in until tomorrow, I'm John by the way, John Watson." He looked down "I would shake your hand but..."

"Molly, I'm Molly Hooper and no...Don't worry at all, I mean happens to everyone right?" she backed into her room across the hall and shyly waved before shutting the door. John stood and ran back into their room.

"Johhhnnn...What took you so long? And why are you naked...not that I'm complaining, but..." Sherlock was sitting on the edge of the bed in a dark blue dressing gown, the sleeves only just reaching past his elbows, he noticed.

"I just met our new neighbour, Molly. Naked. Oh and I forgot a towel, but me being me thinking that we were the only ones arriving today, just thought. Well didn't think. That going around naked would be a bad thing."

"Don't worry John I'm sure she's not traumatized to the point of no return, it's going to be fine. I think you just met our new 'friend'" said Sherlock "I still have no idea why you think we need a 'friend'. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, a small grin coming across his previously pursed lips. "Now come to bed you wet naked man..."

"Okay, fine!" John sighed and reached for some boxers.

"Ah, you won't be needing those" Sherlock whispered as he pulled John down. "I think we are going to be just fine."