I had some fun writing this. It is in no way finished. I'll just update with short chapters every now and then. As I have some time off at the moment. It will be more likely to be "now" than "then".

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, none of it is mine.

When John followed Mike into that room, he heard the most magnificent mind he had ever heard. Mike's consciousness was filled with images of the two of them being flatmates and he was ecstatic. Even if only John Watson knew. As soon as John and Sherlock locked eyes, John entered his brain. He was overwhelmed as he saw Sherlock find out everything about him. He saw Sherlock accept him as a potential flatmate, and then it got interesting.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes."

"I'm John Watson." John knew he could not let Sherlock know. Not yet. No-one knew. Even his parents were kept into the dark about John's gift. He had researched it once. Apparently he was a telepath. When John thought the word telepath, he just thought of sci-fi movies, and John's life was no sci-fi movie, so he refused to think of himself as a telepath, he just thought of it as his"gift".

"Mmm… Afghanistan or Iraq?" John tried to hide his grin when Sherlock said this. Sherlock had been absolutely dying to say it, but he had to appear professional. John looked away so he didn't burst out in a goofy grin, but he couldn't help the quick smile that showed on his lips.

"What is it?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows lowered and knitted together. John muffled a laugh and tried to hide it as a cough. Feign ignorance, he told himself.

"What is what?" John asked as he put on his best confused face.

"What about me do you find amusing?" Sherlock demanded.

"Nothing. I was just…remembering a joke." John hurried quickly and he saw Sherlock's mind whiz over the statement. Sherlock snorted and he went back to his microscope.

"Do you have a job?" How irritating it was going to be sharing a flat with this man. John knew they would be sharing a flat, because he knew where this conversation was going.

"Not yet." He schooled his features into the look of confusion he would probably wear for most of his time around this man.

"You should get one. I can cover the first few months of rent, but I don't get paid much." John snorted, Sherlock could get paid as much as he wanted, but he refused payment.

"Why am I amusing to you?" Sherlock looked disgruntled. He was there, acting as professionally as he could, and John was laughing at him. John kept laughing and it was a terrible downward circle. Mike left the room.

"Sorry. It's..It's nothing." John cursed himself he had been about to tell this man about his gift. Though John knew everything about Sherlock, he was not ready for Sherlock to know everything about him. He knew they would live together, and he already knew that Sherlock would notice. He was a consulting detective after all. Only one in the world apparently.

"Meet me at 221B Baker St. at 9 tomorrow." Sherlock said as he got up to leave the lab.

"But I don't know anything about you!" John protested. He really was a brilliant actor.

"Don't you?" Sherlock said as he flicked up his coat collar and left the lab. John smiled, his life just got very fun.

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