AN- Ok, new story, brilliant. Everything is normal in the Baker household until John recieves a letter. No idea if any of this is factually true, so please try not to hold me to any of it. It just seemed like a good idea to right. The chapters will only be a couple of hundred words long each (trying something new). As always, please review (I'll update faster if you do). Not that I'd wish to bribe anyone in any way. I'm not that kind of person (Yes I am. Reviews=Quicker updates. Deal with it).

Disclaimer: Don't own.

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An average day in London. Baker Street was overcast with the smoggy clouds that seem to always linger overhead. Outside, there was a distinct chill in the air-well there would be, in Britain and just coming out of winter. However; inside the relative warmth of 221b Baker Street, Doctor John Watson didn't notice any of this. The world around him had faded away into nothing because of the thin piece of paper he held in his hands. His heart thumped in his chest and a sweat caressed his brow as his steady hands opened the envelope. He already knew who it would be from.

Dear Dr. John Watson,

We are delighted to hear about your recovery, you have surpassed all expectations.

We are sure you know that your contract is still intact for another year and five months, therefore we would be delighted to reinstate you to your original position, being that of Major Watson, on active service.

As you are well aware, her majesty's army is always short of medics. Especially those with the qualities that soldiers like you possess. Therefore, we are requesting for you to be deployed with immediate affect. Special amendments have been made in regards to any after effects of the injuries you have sustained.

You will be picked up at 8:00 on Saturday morning.

Yours Faithfully

General Jack Richardson

John reread the letter for a fifth time then sat down with his now cold cup of tea. Thank God Sherlock had ran out earlier that morning for some kind of case. The doctor didn't think he'd be able to hide this from his flatmate. The soldier ran his hand down his face. He'd spent so long yearning for the battlefield and now that he'd finally found it in the form of London it seemed that the world had other plans for him. It took all of two seconds for John to come to the conclusion that he didn't want to leave. He sighed in defeat and check his watch. It was Thursday. That meant he had a day and a half to prepare.