Sherlock (BBC) does not belong to me it belongs to the BBC. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle made the characters. She's all that is not mine. I make no money from writing this.

A/N- So I'm putting this up while I'm half asleep, i'll either scrap it, continue with it, or make it into a long one-shot.

John I'm so sorry about Sarah, I just heard an interesting development has taken place between her and some mystery guy. Keep me updated Molly's info is wearing thin. Mike

It was official, he hated his best friends. John Watson threw the phone into his waste-bin and sank into his chair. Fucking immature pieces of crap, why couldn't they leave him in piece to think of more important things? He spotted the letters of approving university's behind his trusted Darwin books and felt a sense of uplifting pride.

But John Watson was far from content. The fortnight term was ending and ten short weeks after was the end of college forever and as Sarah had pointed out the end of their relationship. It wasn't that Sarah was a bad person, but more-so passionate and clingy; it had made John feel so secure about their relationship and his hope of it surviving the dreadful long-distance became solid and real.

It had been just this afternoon when Sarah had texted him 'it's over' with a sad face to add a more comical atmosphere; John was outraged, confused and very hurt especially when the calls went through to answer phone. He didn't need the added misery of his friends ill-thought out pity and their backstabbing remarks about 'the bitch'; after all he loved her, despite all the shit she put him through; she had been his ideal future wife and the potential mother of his unborn children.

With a sigh, John grabbed a fistful of golden locks and bent his head down. He didn't want to think any-more, especially about Sarah. John was not overly bad-looking and could gain near enough anybody's hand. Sarah although disregarded for her plain looks was one of the most desired girls in college thanks to her new money. John fell in love with gentle Sarah, the one before the money fell into her father's palms. Quite suddenly, Sarah had changed, turned against every innocent belief she had clung onto. Including the love she felt for John.

And in that moment when Sarah had broken up with him- not to his face- but over the phone; that moment finally made John understand that nobody could cure a broken heart.

It looked like a promising day to sit on the steps for once, the sun was out and the air was warm. John was previously sitting on the steps by himself thinking before he was joined by Lestrade and his friend Anderson who John could not stand frankly.

"Look at the legs on that one!" Anderson wolf whistled as a blonde passed him, only looking back to show him the finger.

"Bugger off Anderson, we've got more important things to do than watch you getting knocked out." Lestrade spat, settling down next to John and offering a sandwich to his friend. Anderson smoothed back his hair and glared as John accepted the sandwich thankfully.

"Piss off Lestrade, it's not my fault the ladies want me." Anderson grumbled winking suggestively to a passing brunette who immediately burst out into giggles.

John snorted and swallowed the rest of his sandwich.

"Thanks Lestrade" He said earning a pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile from the man beside him.

"Don't worry about it John, if you need anything I'm always here." Lestrade replied cheerfully, John smiled back gratefully. Lestrade was a kind hearted person, he often offered a hand to those in need and didn't judge people by how they looked, however he was often too kind hearted, claiming that there was some goodness in everyone, including Anderson who at that very moment sneered.

"How bout a new girlfriend?"

Enough was enough. John sprung to his feet despite Lestrade's protests.

"Why don't you piss off Anderson? I don't see you getting any yourself lately!" He hissed, feeling somewhat satisfied as Anderson sucked in his cheeks and proceeded to make a sharp comeback.

"I bet you didn't as well, seeing as Sarah found somebody else. To small John?" John stepped forward and raised his fist, Lestrade shielded them away from one another quickly.

"Enough Anderson! John think about what you're doing mate!" Lestrade yelled, Anderson giggled.

"Yes John listen to your boyfriend." He hissed and shoved Lestrade against John.

John caught hold of Lestrade who broke the embrace quickly. Anderson laughed.

"Can't even get hold of one person, dear me John!" John flushed.

"I can get anyone you choose!" John declared and Anderson's smirk grew.

"Is that a bet?"