Chapter 1: John
John stepped into the laboratory and saw a stunning man sitting at a microscope.
"Really John?" He thought to himself. "Stunning? He is a man you know."
John shook off the thought to focus on more important things. Like what he was doing here. But his train of thought was broken by a question from this mysterious man.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?"
"I said. Afghanistan or Iraq?" The man said with more intent on knowing the answer.
"Afghanistan."
"Ahh and you're a doctor?"
"How did you know that?"
The man smirked and left John to wonder how he did know.
"He probably just researched me beforehand." John thought to himself.
John just couldn't get over the sheer beauty of this man. From his slender and lean frame to his high cheekbones. His tight dark button up and dark trousers. John was mesmerized.
"John, what the hell, you are straight! You should not be thinking about how tight his pants are around his arse. Stop John."
John didn't know what got into him. Its just this, this man made him feel like no other person has ever made him feel. He didn't know what to think. Before he knew it he caught just the last thing this man said before leaving.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker St. Come at 2."
Then the mysterious man strutted out of the room and all John could think of was how Sherlock was like no one he ever met.
It was a quarter past 2 and John was hurrying to find the flat. When he finally arrived at the address, he knocked on the door. Sherlock opened it in an appealing way. However someone opens a door in an appealing way, if thats even possible. Sherlock made it possible. He said hello. And this made John almost weak in the knees. Just him saying words, hell, he could read the dictionary and John would listen to it all. The landlady Mrs. Hudson offered tea and John limped to the couch and sat down.
Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson discussed a new string of suicides and Sherlock announced there was another. This excited him and he flew out of the flat to grab his coat. He asked John if he wanted to come join him to the crime scene. John was rather glad that he got this opportunity. He was overjoyed to accompany this tall lean man in a long dark blue overcoat and a scarf. John leaped up and joined him to the crime scene.
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