A/N: So this is something I had in mind for a while, because I noticed people don't usually genderbend Holmes as often as they do Watson, so I decided to start a decent sized fic to change that, chapters are short, but they will be many of them!

Finding a flatmate was miserable, especially for a wounded solider like John Watson

With a limp in his step, and the damage etched throughout every line and wrinkle on his face, he knew he didn't exactly scream 'great choice' during first meetings

The war had drained him, both mentally and physically. Leaving him the whisper of the man he once was. No more casual smiles, no more running, fooling around, joking, and laughing. Forced happiness and sleepless nights, that's what he had become, what he was afraid he'd always be

Who would ever want a flatmate like him?

Then, came in Mike, oh Mike, an old friend he knew before he even enlisted, the once fit man was now round and jolly, a smile plastered on his face when he greeted John too enthusiastically, reminding the doctor of the kind of man he'd once been

Did I really use to be that happy?

Then the topic reached its destination, old friends catching up leading to a potential flatmate who apparently seemed to be just as awkward and difficult as he was

Naturally, he jumped at the chance to meet with the 'Sherlock' Mike went on about; happy to discuss living arrangements. At least, this way, he could stay in London. As long this Sherlock didn't kill people, or had a habit of bring women (or men, whichever he preferred) home at odd hours, he was as good a flatmate as anyone in his book.

Imagine his surprise when the doors of Bart's swung open to reveal a woman, a few years his junior, with curly brown black hair reaching down to her chest in a waterfall of natural spirals and eyes that seemed hell bent on being every color available

Of course Mike had on a smug smile when John had turned back to him, utterly confused.

She hadn't spared him a glance, only when he offered his phone, opening her mouth with a simple question.

Looking back, he realized it was at that very moment she seemed to capture all his attention, like the world had narrowed, tunneling his vision to the beautiful, tall genius. It wasn't until much later did he realize just how much that Sherlock Holmes managed to take from him that day

'Afghanistan or Iraq?'

It was half mumbled under her breath, and he wasn't even sure he'd heard her correctly

As would be in the future, she seemed to be moving a thousand miles a second, already deciding to move on in the conversation and it felt so much like being lost at sea, swept away where all he could do is nod and listen to her with an awestruck expression as she offer him an address

She was an odd one, that Sherlock, brilliant beyond his understanding, and somehow, in that instant she spoke, he knew, he knew deep down that 221 B Baker street would be his new home

Granted, he never planned on sharing a flat with a woman, not one he wasn't romantically involved with at least, but it would seem, even that would change with time

A/N: Alright, so this will be just a series of One-Shots that can be read as a whole, or individually, granted, this one can't , but it's a polit so it doesn't count

Please Review if you like it! Some encouragement will help, since I still feel weird about writing for a british show when I myself am American