John Had just finished talking to an old buddy of his from his time as a intern at St. Bartholomew'S Hospital. Hearing that there may be a place for him live at, but what did Mike say he met the flatmate again. The morgue what an bloody hell would he be at a morgue, Hitting him that this would be flatmate could work for the morgue or something of that sorts. interrupting his thoughts as he get a text from Mike about the offer for the flat. His new flatmate Sherlock is sort of odd ball, He already knew about the violin but the fact the flat was a mess. Well not the floor which is great he'd hate to fall and cause another injury. Looking around he figured that he could see himself living here even if Sherlock was analyzing every little thing that he did. Sherlock accepted John's offer and now he would be living a 221b Baker Street. Sherlock showed John to his room and gave him a small tour due to the flat not being that big.

A little while later Ms. Hudson came to see her new tenant, she had a big smile and John told her a little about himself. Feeling Sherlock's gaze as he told the landlady that he just came back from Afghanistan. He was stationed there as a doctor and that he planned to find a job as a doctor in town hopefully. Sherlock cleared his throat catching the attention of both John and Ms. Hudson walking over to them he turns his gaze to Ms. Hudson. "Don't you think that maybe John here would like to settle in?" Getting the Hint Ms. Hudson stood up. "It was very nice meeting you John and next time Sherlock just tell me that you want me to leave." Smiling sweetly as she goes to leave shutting the down behind her.

"I know I'm new here but why did you want her to leave so badly?" Suddenly there was a smell that hit him Sherlock is an omega

"Well if you must know I was simply just trying to get you alone to talk.. Oh don't give that look John I don't mean it that way beside I don't sleep with flatmates. In fact I don't sleep with anyone, It is simply beneath me." Walking over he sat down next to the doctor.

"Sherlock is it alright if I could as you a personal question?" Feeling a little nervous.

"If you must know yes I am an omega but as I'm sure you know that I am not one to settle down and have pups. I quite like my freedom plus I'm sure that my family wouldn't like the idea of little me's walking around. Now as for you dear John may I ask you a question?" He looked over at the smaller man *How could a alpha be so small in size*

"Um yes what do you want to know?" He wasn't quite sure if he could trust Sherlock yet.

"What is the purpose of the cane?" Sherlock's hand grazed over the size of the cane.

"Well you see I got injury in the war and when I got out of the hospital I suddenly had a horrible limp." Looking down at the cane

"Oh I see.. hold that thought!" Standing up quickly and making his way over to the window. "Oh bloody Hell!" turning around just as the door opens.

"What is going on don't people knock now and days."