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A strange Meeting (Johnlock)

John POV

Mike made me. Meeting a potential flatmate. He led me to St Barts Hospital, where we studied together. The building looked exactly the same from the outside, like nothing ever changed. Time could went by, it would stand here, solid and untouched. But it was different from the inside. Time left his marks. There where modern lights, the walls where painted since the last time. And the students looked so fucking Young. I hoped mike didn't tried to befriended me with one of his students. That would be weird.

I followed him through the same corridors i passed years ago. As a Young, naive Boy, thinking i could Change the world. Stupid me, look where it brought you. But that was definitely not the right Moment to absorb in thought.

Mike opened the door to one of the chemistry labs. I recognized the number but it looked weirdly modern now.

"Well, bit different from my day" I said, entering the lab.

A tall, thin, good-looking man in a well Fitting suit and curly hair set lonely in front of a microscope. He looked up, eyeballing me, but turned back to his work.

"Mike, can i borrow you phone? There's no Signal on mine" he said, without looking up.

"And whats wrong with the landline" Mike asked back.

"I prefer to text" he said. I didn't really know what think about him. Quite, i listened to their dialogue.

"Er, here, us mine" I said, replying on Mike. Finally, he looked up. "oh, thank you" he stood up and walked towards me. Mike introduced me.

"It's an old friend mine. John Watson." The man glanced at me, took my phone, stepped back and flipped it open. He started typing something.

"Afghanistan or Iraq." he said in his Husky voice. I frowned. How could he know? I just met Mike, did he called him? No, i was all the time with him. He didn't call or text anybody.

I looked at Mike, seeking for help, but he just smiled knowingly. The man continued typing.

"Sorry?" I finally said. Maybe i misheard.

"Which was it - Afghanistan or Iraq?" He briefly raised his eyes on me, before looking back to the phone. I hesitated, but Mike was no help.

"Afghanistan. How did you know...?" I was interrupted by a Young woman, hurrying in, a coffee mug between her Hands. She ignored Mike and me.

"Ah, Molly. Coffee, thank you." The man said, handing my phone back and  taking the mug. He took one closer look at her. "What happened to the lipstick?" The Girl, Molly, smiled awkwardly at him

"It wasn't working for me." She said. Oh, Honey. I could here Harry in my head.

"Really? I thought it was an big improvement. Your mouth's to small now." he turned around and took a sip of his coffee. What a douche. I thought.  "okay..?" Molly looked confused, but like she was always confused about him. She vanished behind the door again, giving me an Mike a small smile.

"How do you feel about the violin?" I looked around, thinking that he meant molly. but she was gone, so i realized to late that he was addressing me. "I'm sorry, what?" unable to figure him out.

"I Play the Violin when i'm thinking. Sometimes i don't talk for days on end." He looked round at me. but all i could think of was this good-looking man playing Violin. "Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about of each other" He gave me a short, false smile.

"Oh, you... you told him about me?" He must have. I didn't had another Explanation.

"Not a word" Mike broke my theory. I turned back to the stranger.

"Then who said anything about flatmates?"

The man picked a Long coat up and putting it one while talking. "I did. Told Mike this morning that i must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is, just after lunch with an old friend, clearly just home from Military Service in Afghanistan. Wasn't that difficult a leap" He spoke fast, but clearly and logic. Now it didn't sound mysterious anymore. But there was one Thing...

"How did you know about Afghanistan?" I wasn't wearing an uniform or any badges.

But he ignored my question. Rude.  Instead he wrapped a blue scarf around his neck. Then picked up his own mobile phone and checked it.

"Got my eye on a nice Little place in central London. Together, we ought to be able to afford it. He headed to the door. "We meet there tomorrow evening, seven o'clock. Sorry, gotta dash. I think i left my riding cop in the mortuary." I think i misheard again. I turned to him, not really believing what just happened.

"It's that it?" I asked. The man turned back from the door and strolled closer to me. "Is that what?"

I could see his eyes.

"We've only just met and  we're gonna go and look at a flat?" "Problem?" he nearly whispered.

Mike was no help at all. He just set there smiling at watched our odd conversation.

"We don't know a thing about each other. I don't know where we're Meeting. I don't even know you're Name. " I took a deep breath. Trying to bring some logic into this. The man looked closely at me, like i was a data bank or something.

"I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him-possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And i know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic- quite correctly, I'm afraid." He spoke so damn fast again, i hardly couldn't fucking believe it. I shuffled awkwardly.

"that's enough to be going on, don't you think?" he said smugly. Turning around, opening the door and Walking thorough it. But then he leaned back into the room again.

"The name  is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street" he clicked-winked at my speechless self and turned to Mike "Afternoon" Mike raised his finger in farewell as Sherlock left the room. Then, Mike turned to me, smiling smugly

"Yeah, he is always like that"

I saw a lot of weird stuff. But this man was probably on my top 5 list of craziness.

Maybe i must have been crazy, to even think about the possibility to share a flat with this obviously moron guy, on the other Hand this could mean the start of something marvelous new.

(AN: I used the transcript from A Study in Pink as a Basement. I think you slightly noticed. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and i know this wasn't really original. But maybe you know that today is the officially first Meeting of our cute Johnlock couple. <3 Whatever. see you)