"Welcome Back [to the War]"- But On the Other Side
Summary:
Captain John Watson, still in Afghanistan, continues his friendship with Sebastian Moran who moved back to London after leaving the army.
John Watson now returned from Afghanistan does not have his fated meeting with Mike Stamford, doesn't meet Sherlock Holmes as a friend. Instead he finds life and danger on the other side of the line, as a criminal. The killings are so well executed that it draws the attention of Sherlock Holmes, who starts investigating the criminal underground.
Notes:
The character of Sebastian Moran is more based off the original story than it is the show. However all of the characters have been adapted by me to fit the situation they find themselves in so they will be different, some more so than others. This is the first long multi-chapter story I am very serious about, however do not expect steady updates. I am currently dealing with classes, volunteering with ES, personal issues, friends... you get the picture.
The story will start off slow with short chapters. I am not comfortable writing extremely long chapters, but that will hopefully go away as the story progresses.
If you have any ideas for the story, do not be afraid to leave them in the comments. I will gladly listen to what you guys have to say.
"Hey Seb."
"John! How're the Taliban"
"Still hate us. You got lucky, getting out when you did. I still got two months left of this fucking tour."
"They acting up?"
"Yep, what else did you expect! By the way, how's the job coming along?"
"I quit it. Too fucking quiet. Someone gave me a better offer, so I took it."
"Oh, so what are you doing now?"
"Bodyguard. Not as boring. Quite fun actually. Easy to get along with the boss."
"I'm guessing that's good. Is he someone I know?"
"Nah," a phone faintly sounds. "Gotta go. Boss' got a meeting. Bye John, hear from you in two weeks. Tell me when you get back and I'll look you up."
"Bye Seb. I hope to be in London when I'm done."
John hangs up. He quietly collapses against the concrete wall. He'd been up for 19 hours patching up the casualties from an attacked convoy. Some of them had died, but thankfully some had pulled through and survived. He lets out a slow exhale as he pushes off the wall he had collapsed upon. Hopefully he can catch some sleep before the next bloody group arrives.