My First ever posted fanfic . It is not finished. Please leave a review
Sherlock's POV
"You can't please, what did I do to deserve this" The man yelled as he stumbled onto the subway with his pale face bright red. A normal day in London always so much drama with the normal people with their tiny brains. He sat down next to me. The train started moving again. The people holding on to the bars swayed either listening or chatting to people through their phones. I looked back at the man sitting next to me. "Afghanistan or Iraq" I asked, he looked at me with tears fresh on his face, he tilted his head slightly, sort of like a dog " Afghanistan" he answered "how what I don't". I cut him of "Sherlock Holmes, a detective" "You are the guy with the weird hat right" his eyes sparkled with curiosity forgetting about his phone call "Is that what they call me now".
We talked for the rest of the ride him explaining about him and I explaining myself. He did most of the talking which was fine with me, I cut in every once and while to explain how I knew something about him or just to rant about my obnoxious brother Mycroft. I finally felt human for once and my life, I totally forgot about being different, about Moriarty, and my case. Oh wait the stupid case. I quickly stood up "Name" I asked the man wanting to know who he was "John… John Watson, an army doctor who is currently unemployed" He sighed probably remembering the call, "Baker Street 21B meet there at say… 8:00" The train screeched to a stop, I rushed out of the subway cart as a load of people rushed inside.
John's POV
Sherlock Holmes was amazing he thought as he caught a glimpse of his coat flying behind him. "Bloody Hell" he said to himself as he rubbed his eyes, like a child, as if he thought he was waking up from a dream. John looked around the room and everyone. Was he the only one who was enchanted by this dreamy man with his curly black and thin long fingers. Not again he can't be. He had gone through with this before, his sister having a girlfriend and him having many crushes on boys at school. He has never dated one though, always dating girls because he was ashamed of himself, he thought that maybe if someone knew, like his old friends they wouldn't like him. John stood up and shook the thought out of his head. Later….. I have to think about how to pay the bloody rent for the cheap flat I am living. He remembered the call he got from his girlfriend. He loved her he just didn't as some say love loved her. She broke up with him today as she said because "when you told me you were gay yesterday but you said you still loved me while I don't love you", it was something like that. He slowly stood up trying to not think about her as he train came to a stop. He rushed out of the train and up the stairs and out of the dim lighted subway to the dark night in London.
Most of the streetlamps were either of or flickering. But he was use to it, as he passed the market he passes everyday since he was an army doctor and got shipped back home to London after a shoot to the leg. He was fine, he just had a limp and was forced to go to a therapist which in his opinion was not helping at all. He continued to walk to his small 3 room flat. He eventually got to the tall wooden door and opened it with the key. He walked inside closing the door behind him. He went up stairs to take a long needed shower and nap.