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Set in the same universe as "Elementary, My Love". This is Johns adventures.

Chapter I

"John! John! Wake up!" John Watson reluctantly raised his heavy eyelids and sighed heavily as artificial light hit his eyes. John shuffled in his chair, trying to wake himself up. John felt fingers prodding his arm as his eyelids fluttered shut again.

"John! We're here. Wake up, lazy bones!" Harry called in his ear as she shook him.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up!" John responded, swatting his sisters hand away and rubbing his eyes. He stared at his surroundings.

John sat in the aisle seat of a crowded airplane. He had been sitting there for hours, and had just gotten to sleep, only to woken up by his annoying sister and the plane landing. John sighed. Nothing seemed to go his way on this trip already and he doubted his luck would change.

The plane landed without any fanfare. Smooth, simple, routine. Harry was like a little girl again, excited but nervously clutching John as if she'd get lost without him. John smiled to himself as the two of them disembarked from the airplane.

He remembered what felt like not that long ago and yet forever ago, when he and Harry were little kids, when he protected Harry like only a big brother could. But there was one thing he couldn't protected her from - herself.

John dismissed the mental images that began raging around inside his head as Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the luggage carousal. She stood impatiently as she waited for their luggage to appear. After nearly twenty minutes of waiting, Harry dashed from her spot at Johns side and grabbed two bags from the luggage carousal before John realized what was happening. Slowly John walked over to meet Harry who was struggling with the two large suitcases.

"Here, let me help." John said gruffly as he grabbed one of the suitcases, tired from the long flight. Harry concede and then lead the way towards the airport doors, John close on her heels.

The airport was bustling with people, a lot more people then John would have expected for - he glanced up at the large clock - 3:55 in the morning. Well, there's travelling for you. Never know what to expect. He thought to himself as Harry darted out the large glass doors of the airport, John right behind her, and into the busy Singapore street.

Taxis and busses and vehicles of all sorts whirled around in the vast expanse of concrete. The only sound that overpowered the bustle of cars was the deep rumble as a jumbo jet took off on the nearby runway. John glanced around at the blur of lights that streaked the darkness.

John had spent his whole life in London, he knew how crazy the nightlife of a big city could be. But this was beyond anything he had ever seen. The traffic on the highway that ran parallel to the airport had cars packed onto it, almost, but not quite, bumper to bumper. John all of a sudden felt out of place. How crazy a place was it that there was a traffic jam at four in the morning?

John felt Harry tug on his sleeve before climbing into a cab. John looked at the cab driver and smiled as he handed him his bag. The driver tucked it into the trunk before hopping into the drivers seat and speeding off.

"Where to, miss?" He asked, his accent forcing John to focus on the words. Harry gave the address of their dead aunts flat, which they would be staying in since it was paid for up until the end of the month. In about twenty minutes, they arrived. The driver helped them with their luggage and John awkwardly handed him some money, which he wasn't sure he'd take. When the driver just smiled at him appreciatively, John relaxed a bit.

Harry lead the way inside the building, John tiredly following. A young girl was working in the lobby, busying herself with whatever was on her laptop. She looked up as Harry approached.

"Hello." Harry started off cheerfully. "We're Claire Baldwin's niece and nephew." The girls face grew sad and her voice reflected her pain.

"I'm sorry for your loss." She said, closing her laptop and giving Harry her undivided attention. "What can I do for you?"

"If you could give me the key to old her flat, that would be wonderful." Harry said, a sad smile on her face. The young girl nodded and dashed into a room. She returned a moment later with two silver keys in her hand.

"Thank you, miss...?" Harry asked. The girl smiled brightly.

"Liane Sim. And you are most welcome." The girl replied. She seemed to notice John for the first time and she turned to him and smiled. John responded in kind, but he could feel that his own smile was one of a weary traveller. Harry turned to walk down the hall before realizing she didn't know where she was going.

"Um..." She started, but Liane just giggled and said,

"Third floor. Flat 37."

"Thank you." Harry said as she jumped in the elevator and waited impatiently for John.

OOOOOOOOOO

Johns head hit the pillow as he finally laid down on the sofa of his aunts flat. He pulled the blanket up over his chest and snuggled down into his pillow. He felt like he was getting to old for this, traveling an absurd amount of hours by plane and train and cab.

All he really wanted to do was be home, in his own bed, the bed he had called his own for more then five years. Hell, he even missed his obnoxious, annoying, loud flatmate and he hasn't even been gone for a full twenty four hours yet! Though John missed him, he knew his friend was safe.

He had left him in the hands of a very capable girl. John smiled at the thought if Ariel chastising Sherlock for an experiment that had gone awry. He knew she could do it too. If there was one thing Ariel Hunt had in her favour, it was that she could be particularly stubborn. And she just might be a match for Sherlock in that regard.

John thought about how he had thrown the burden of keeping Sherlock out of danger on her. John had worried she would say no. But she had accepted eagerly. And when John saw Sherlock and Ariel together, he knew they would both be fine.

John smiled as a stray mental image flashed through his mind, one of Sherlock and Ariel walking down the aisle. He chuckled to himself. That wouldn't happen, not in a million years.

The thought of it though brought him back to the present. His aunt had died, never married after her first husband left her. It made him realize that life is short. And that there were so many things he still wanted to do.

What am I doing with my life? John wondered as he drifted off into a restless sleep.

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