They met like the tide meets the shore, rushing, sudden, crashing.

"What would you like?"

When Sherlock looked up through the curtain of eyelashes, he wasn't sure what this boy was. The sun? The moon? An eclipse? And that's when the first sharp dagger of want pierced right through the middle of Sherlock Holmes, the boy of vortexes and black holes and unknown, cold planets.

"Black coffee with two sugars," Sherlock replied automatically.

The boy nodded, turned, and created the best black coffee with two sugars Sherlock had ever tasted.

"What's your name?" Darkness asked.

"John Watson." Light answered.