Okay I have to thank my wonderful muse Thilbo4Ever for this idea! It's just so fun to play with these characters.

Warning: I'm not in the army or military of any kind so what I've gotten off of the research I've done maybe wrong. I'll welcome corrections anytime just please be nice about it.

Please enjoy the story!


John woke up as he always did in the morning. His internal alarm clock going off making himself wide awake at 5:30am even if he wanted to sleep a little more. He knew he had to start to get ready. As he sat up and stretched he looked around his barracks, well it was more like a one room house where about him and 15 other solders slept. He got lucky to get a small amount of people in his. But also with his duty the army needed to make sure the doctor, when he wasn't of duty, could stay well rested. He stood up realizing that, again, like most days he was the first to wake up. He quickly changed out of his sleeping shirt, balled it up, and tossed it over to the bed next to his own. The balled up shirt hit its target, a sleeping brunette.

"Bloody hell John, do you always have to be the first one up?" The brunette yawned as he sat up and tossed the shirt back sleepily. It was a normal wake-up for the two of them. While meeting in basic training two years ago they became fast friends.

"Sorry Greg, I can't help that I wake up before the others. Besides, you know we're meeting our new Major today. We gotta be ready there is much to do before then," John looked around the rest of the room. "Everyone needs to get up soon."

"Calm down Lieutenant, don't get carried away here. You know how Phillip gets when woken up with some of your methods," Greg laughed.

John himself couldn't help but chuckle. "Well Anderson is still a little new to being a solider I give him a year at tops before he opt-out, Second Lieutenant. Besides everyone in this barrack knows the rule about be up before 6."

"And this is why I have you wake me up, kindly, once you wake up so I don't have to deal with some of your more radical methods." Greg shook his head a bit.

John took his job seriously as a doctor and solider, when he was on the clock which happened to be most of the time, but when not on the clock he seemed to act almost like an older brother to everyone in the barracks. He seemed to keep everyone on their toes. "It only took you 2 weeks to figure that out." John tossed on his jacket making sure it was buttoned as he walked to the door. "Please make sure that everyone gets up. Even if that means tossing a bucket of cold water on Anderson today. He was up late again last night."

"Heading out?" Greg asked while slipping on his shirt not even bothering to ask how John knew about Anderson being up so late.

"Need to double check the time my shift starts. I'll be at the introduction with the rest of you though," John explained as he walked out the door into the crisp and chilled Afghanistan morning. When people think about Afghanistan most people think of the heat of the desert. Even in the arid land that he was in John knew it could get cold and chilly just like it was at this moment. With it being the middle of January and the sun wasn't even up it couldn't have been warmer than 35 degrees out, at least it was warmer then the winters in London.

As he headed to the medical building something caught John's eye. A new army vehicle was parked near the Major's office, along with a bus. "Must be getting some transfers in," he mumbled to himself. As he entered the medical office his thought was confirmed with seeing 10 to 15 people waiting to be evaluated. "Busy start to the day huh?" he called out to one of the nurses who was behind the desk.

"Oh Lieutenant, good to see you," she said as she looked up from the files spread out on her desk. "I'm guessing you're here to check the hours for the week right?"

"Yeah, looks like you guys have your hands full."

"Yeah, Dr. Young came down with something yesterday and still can't come in," the nurse sighed. "Dr. Ryley is doing the best he can but with more recruits here they need a checkup before they can do anything. Apparently the paperwork got lost somehow so we were never informed."

"Who's the next one Molly? I'll take 'em. I don't have anything until the ceremony with the new Major at 0800," John stated as he looked around.

"Him over there," Molly pointed. Following the direction he was given John walked over to a tall thin man sitting rather impatiently on the examination table. He watched as the man's sliver green eyes skimmed over him.

"Two or three years?" the man asked. His deep rich voice startled John slightly but confusing him more since he hadn't expected the man to ask him any kind of question right away.

"I'm sorry?" John replied as he slipped on his gloves.

"Two or three years? How long have you been in the army?" The man asked again this time clarifying his own question from before.

"Just over two years now."

"Ah I was wrong then, how odd, I would have thought almost three years if not more." The man didn't look upset that he was wrong about what he thought. He looked more confused and intrigued about it than anything.

"And why do you say that?"

"Your eyes Doctor. Your eyes speak wonders about the things you have seen."

"I'm sure they do Mr?" John questioned. He didn't even see a file for this guy anywhere near him and on top of that Sally didn't give him one.

"Holmes. Sherlock Holmes."


I know John is a Captain when he meets Sherlock in the show. Here they are meeting well before the injury and he hasn't been promoted that high up yet. He's getting close though.

Just in case some do not know John's rank as Lieutenant is higher then Greg's rank as Second Lieutenant.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, let me know what you think!