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Hey! I really hope you guys enjoy his fanfic as much as I am enjoying writing it! This is the first fanfic or story that I have ever written, so excuse me if there's any mistakes or it's not good enough!
THIS CHAPTER IS VERY VERY VERY SIMILAR TO THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE BBC SERIES "SHERLOCK" BECAUSE I WANTED THEM TO MEET EXACTLY AS THEY DO IN THE SERIES.
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Shooting. Explosions. Screams. Lots of buddies and colleagues on the floor, either bleeding or dead; and then, extreme pain on his shoulder. He had been shoot and he was bleeding quite a lot. He was screaming, begging for someone to help him and his friends, who were now laying on the floor.
John suddenly woke up all covered in cold sweat and his heart beating faster than usual. Another nightmare from Afghanistan. It had been months since he was shoot and he came back to London, where he was currently seeing a therapist in order to get rid of the nightmares but he still hadn't got over them.
John looked at the time, it was 5.10 a.m, and he was getting trouble to sleep, he decided to get up and watch some crap telly. He then started thinking that he needed to find a job as soon as possible if he wanted to be able to pay rent... Since he was a doctor in the army, he may work as a doctor as well in London.
Hours later, John decided to get dressed and go out for a walk so that he could give away a few curriculums. The army doctor struggled a little while walking since he suffered from a limp and it was necessary for him to use a cane. Once he'd submitted his curriculum to some hospitals, he felt really tired and thirsty so he went to a little stand where, while he was ordering his coffee, he bumped into an old friend of his: Mike Stamford. "John Watson!" Mike said with a huge smile on his face, "It's me, Mike, from University, remember?" Mike said, seeing how confused John looked; "Mike? Mike Stamford? Oh my god, mate! It's been almost what? 6 years? " said the army doctor while hugging his dear friend Mike.
Both men sat down on a bench at a park and started catching up. "So John, tell me, what have you been up to these last years?" John's face saddened a little when he heard that question: all the memories were coming back to him now. "I have been in Afghanistan, in war" Mike looked at him without knowing what to say, but John kept on talking "I decided it was time for me to go back home when I got shot" said. "oh wow, I had no idea, I'm so sorry John..." Mike replied quietly. "Oh no, don't worry, besides the limp, I'm fine now!" said John, with a little smile on his face. Then, after both men had talked about what they had been doing, Mike asked "Hey, do you wanna visit the University? I work there so it wouldn't be a problem to let you in if you want to see it." "Yes! that sound great mate!" answered John excited to see the place where he used to study years ago. 'Will it have changed a lot since I was there?' thought Watson to himself.
They were taking a walk through the University when Mike asked John where he was living to which John replied "I am in a small apartment but since I have no job at the moment, I don't think I can live there for a very long time". Mike then told John that he maybe could find a flatmate but John frowned and laughed sadly "yeah, maybe, but who'd want me for a flatmate?". Mike didn't say anything, he just smiled.
Both men kept on walking until they arrived to the University's laboratory, they entered in and John looked at his surroundings "Wow. Not very different from my day!". Looking around him, he saw a man sitting in front of a microscope, examining something. The man asked Mike for his phone but John's friend claimed that it didn't have battery so John offered the still unknown to him man his phone, "Thank you" said the man. Mike then intervened introducing John "This is an old friend of mine: John Watson" and out of the blue, without looking up from the borrowed phone he was using, the man said "Afghanistan or Iraq?" shocked and confused Watson asked "I'm sorry, what?" The man sighed and told him "You heard me well: which one was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" . The man had now stood up and was looking straight into John's eyes, waiting for an answer. John looked at him, he had dark curly hair, very prominent cheekbones and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen: they were a mix of green, blue and grey. "Afghanistan" replied John nervously. 'How could he possibly know about that?' thought John, when again, all of the sudden the man asked "How do you feel about violin?" John, frowned, and confused asked "sorry, what?" "The violin, I play it sometimes, it helps me to think and also, I can spend several days without talking. Would that bother you? I just thought that flatmates should know eachother's flaws" the man answered.
John clearly VERY confused asked "wait, who said anything about flatmates?" "Well" began explaining the man while putting his coat and scarf on "I told Mike this morning I needed a flatmate and now he comes here with you, a retired military who was in the army in Afghanistan not so long ago. Pretty obvious, tight? Well I must dash now. I have to go and see some bodies at the mortuary. I found a very nice flat in centre London, so I'll meet you at 7.00 p.m tomorrow".
John, who was beginning to get a little angry and tense, asked "So, is that it?" The man simply replied "Is that what?" "Well, we don't know anything about each other, I don't even know the place we are going to be meeting nor your bloody name!" said John, a little bit louder than he intended to. The man stopped in front of the door and deduced almost everything about John's life, leaving him speechless. Once he was done, he opened the door but before he left he turned around and said "The name's Sherlock Holmes and the adress is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon!" shutting the door behind him.
Mike laughing said to John "Yep. He's always like that."