Hello there! This is my first Sherlock Fic so reviews are very much appreciated.
I didn't surprise John that the commander who handed him the letter gave him a disapproving look. Obviously Sherlock had written something rude or suspicious in it and John was ever so slightly apprehensive about that. He pulled out the letter from the pre-opened envelope and began to read;
Dear John,
I hope this actually reaches you. The army checking phases are so tedious.
I don't understand why they think its their business to read these letters!
(Yes you, you nosey idiot who checked this. What is the point of you?)
To make sure your not sending bombs, Mr Holmes.
John noted the small comment written by checking officer and laughed. He decided he would send the letter back so Sherlock could read that comment before continuing.
Not much has happened here. Someone tried to strangle me the other day but he happened to fall out the window at that particular moment...and land in front of a bus.
John laughed and a few people turn to stare. He raised his hand in an apology before going back to reading.
It may also interest you to know I solved another case. I posted the details on my blog and if you mange to get one of these pig-headed officials to lend you a laptop, I expect you could write the case up for me. After all, you have more hits than I do.
How's your new routine? Do they make nice tea? Are you winning or losing?
You may not answer that John.
Sherlock.
P.S I've discovered that your bed is nicer than mine. I hope you don't mind.
John smiled and turned the paper over, pulling the pencil out from behind his ear.
Dear Sherlock,
Thank you for insulting the officials. I'm sure they'll take very kindly to that. The new routine is tedious. Luckily, I haven't had that much to do as the tactics have improved and there aren't that many wounded.
Obviously the tea here is pants. Seriously, even Anderson could make better and we both know how bad his tea making skills are.
I shall see what I can do about the laptop although I doubt they will lend me one as you have probably been classed as suspicious and I'm not allowed to comply to your requests.
Nice touch with the bus by the way. What type was it? Or were you to busy with your shock blanket?
Glad to hear your life isn't boring.
John.
P.S, Get the hell out my bed you moron! Keep the pillow if you must but everything else is still mine.
John folded the paper and wrote the address on the envelope. He stuffed the letter inside and stood up. He ducked out his tent, the sound of gun fire ringing in his ears as he walked through the trenches to the 'mail box'. Some solider had suggested they put a post box in so it reminded them more of home.
Arriving back in his tent, he was greeted with a bunch of wounded men.
Rolling up his sleeves, he began his work, hoping Sherlock would understand the code in his letter.
Can you see the code? If not, you'll have to wait and find out!
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I will try and make either the next chapter or the one after more exiting!
Libs ~Starkid4Eva4~