A/N First story, so don't be too mean. I'm Australian myself (see if you can guess which character is loosely based on me) and I'm basing this on what i remember from my holiday in the UK, so i'll probably get a bit wrong. Tell me if i do. Also, not Beta'd so there are probably a few mistakes.
Summary: Sherlock goes missing, and a holidayer from Australia finds him. But is he really who he seems, or is he hiding something. And where are John and Lestrade?
John and Lestrade will appear later. And probably Mycroft.
Esablished Sherlock/John. Because they belong together. And also Lestrade might get some slash. :)
Ashley Jeremiah Hawke, called Hawke by his mates because his mother had a wanted a girl, and not taken no as an answer, was cruising along the M40 on his motorbike, and was perhaps 40km- 24miles, he reminded himself- out of London when he saw a black, crumpled, person-shaped heap by the side of the road in the dawn light. Noticing that no one else was on the road, Hawke slowed his bike to a stop, jumped off, and walked back to the person. The person was covered in blood, and Hawke bent down to find a barely existent pulse. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled 000, and was surprised when it didn't connect. Then he remembered that the UK would have a different emergency number than Australia, and mentally scolded himself for not looking it up before he left. He ran back to his bike and wheeled it to the man-barely older than Hawke, maybe 27-, who was starting to wake up.
"Hey mate? You okay?" Hawke asked.
"I…but…where…not English…New Zealand? …John?"
"I'm Hawke." He said, trying to ground the man.
"Not a bird...John?" The man said, before passing out again. Hawke put the spare helmet on the man and heaved him onto his motorbike in front of Hawke; at least they were both relatively light. Hawke started driving toward London, hoping to see a sign for an emergency room on the way, and thought with a laugh, that he wasn't the only one with an idiotic mother with a love for annoying names.