My first Sherlock story, so please be nice :)

each chapter will have two little one-shots. they may be long, or they may be short, it depends. i NEED prompts! Please send me any ideas you may have. the prompt can be one word, two sentences, as long as you want. But I need inspiration, so please, send me something!

Sherlock had never truly cared for anyone.

His whole life he had struggled to control his wild moods and overactive mind. When he was a child, this had meant isolating himself from people, sitting alone, and simply watching as life rushed and moved all around him. He had learned to occupy himself with science, because it was something that he understood, something that made sense and calmed his racing thoughts.

His work had consumed his life-it was all he truly cared about.

Until John.

He saw something in this man-this sad soldier-that embodied some of his own emotions. He saw the crave for adventure, the curiosity. But there was also something about this man that calmed him, that stilled his wild thoughts like science and work did. And he knew, that just like when he had been a young child, he had found something that he cared about.

John balanced Sherlock out.

Where Sherlock was fire and adrenaline, John was calm and somewhat nervous. He asked himself several times a day why he was here. Why he had decided to move into this flat with a man he had just met-who just so happened to be somewhat crazy. Sherlock lived for trouble. His work came from murders and serial killings for God's sake, but John saw that underneath all that, there was something likable about the damaged man, who was so childlike in many ways.

Sherlock gave him adventure, he gave him a purpose again.

But more than that, he gave him a friend.

please let me know what you think, and remember to send me a prompt or two :)