Not a Word

I got the idea for this oneshot when watching A Study in Pink yet again. When John first met Sherlock there is a look on Mike's face that inspired this short story. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I would really like to know what you think of this.

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It was addictive, he knew he should stop but he couldn't he enjoyed it too much. He told himself each time was the last time but it never was. He couldn't stop himself their reaction was too good. He never tired of seeing their faces when Sherlock Holmes knew everything about them having never met them. Many thought it was a trick at first until he said something he had no way of knowing even if Mike had spoke to him about them.

The reaction were always the same but still he never tired of them.

"Amazing."

How does he do that?"

"That's not normal!"

"He's a freak!"

He just couldn't resist bringing more and more people into Bart's to show them Sherlock's trick, like he was the main attraction at some state fair.

Sherlock knew all of this though didn't say a word just like a never said a word about Donovan or Anderson's comments about him but he retained them all. He knew what they said about him and what they thought about him. It did nothing but strengthen his belief that he was better off alone.

He refused to preform to Mike Stamford's demands. He said nothing to anyone that he paraded infront of him.

"Not like you Sherlock," Mike said one day finally cracking.

"What," Sherlock asked in a bored tone.

"Not taking the opportunity to show off every time someone new comes in here like you usually do," he said trying to sound casual.

"No, no point," he said dully.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Not interested," Sherlock said turning back to the microscope. He refused to be part of Mike's play. He knew what Mike was doing but refused to acknowledge it. He needed no part in it, he just needed away from everyone. He was not like them they were tedious, they simply didn't understand. They were a waste of time, idiotic and dull. He pushed any lingering emotions further down they didn't help, Mycroft was right this was better.

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"So you are not getting a flatmate then?" Mike asked. Sherlock had mentioned the problems he himself had maintaining a flat alone in London as further evidence to support why a man had been guilty of fraudulence against his insurers.

"What, no," Sherlock said.

"Why not? Like you said not many, including you can afford a flat in London," Mike said.

"Oh I imagine I'd be a difficult man to find a flatmate for," he said with a shrug.

"Perhaps, yeah," Mike said while Sherlock continued to work giving no indication of if he had heard the comment or not.

"I'm eh, going out for a bit. Want anything brought back in?" he asked. "Alright then," he muttered heading out as again Sherlock declined to answer.

Sherlock glanced round as Mike entered the room ignoring the person with him. "Mike can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine,"

"And what's wrong with the landline?"

"I prefer to text."

"Sorry, it's in my coat."

"Er, here use mine," the man said offering his phone to him.

"Oh. Thank you," he said reaching out and taking the phone from him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mike looking expectantly and hopefully at him. There was something different here. This man wasn't like all the others, there was something different. He didn't know what it was but there was something that made him do it. Made him take the leap, take a chance. The man had spoken to him, actually done something nice for him when he had no reason to. He was going to give him a chance...he interested him.

Ignoring the happy smirk Mike gave from across the room he asked "Afghanistan or Iraq?"