Disclaimer: I own many things. Including two teenagers (if one can own their children), I'll trade them for Lestrade or Sherlock and John. Any takers? Nope. That's what I thought. Darn. That means Sherlock and co. are still not mine. L

A/N: I apologize for any confusion from yesterday. Anderson did not get 5 points he got 0.5 points. That small error has been fixed. Enjoy.

Once again I'm not British so if there are any mistakes let me know. Also this is an AU. Everyone is OOC. Sherlock's relationship with Mycroft is better than in canon simply because John has always been around to mitigate both Sherlock's abrasive nature and Mycroft's overprotectiveness. John keeps Sherlock from being so angry with Mycroft all the time and keeps Mycroft from worrying about Sherlock. While John was gone Sherlock and Mycroft did have some difficulties that will come up in a later story but with John's return they work those difficulties out.

One last note. I do not agree with Anderson's thoughts. Though I realize that's a rather duh statement I thought it should be said. He's a dick. I wanted you to dislike him so I made him rather more a dick than normal. That said: enjoy the story.

The Fourth Time

The fourth time Humphrey Anderson saw John Watson they were twenty seven and he couldn't understand why the blond soldier was glaring at him. John did know and he still had a grudge against the other man. How dare that arse show up here on this day? The last few minutes he had to spend with Sherlock before he shipped out and he was being forced to look at that ugly, cruel face. Though the faint scar above the greasy haired man's right eyebrow did make him smirk a bit.

Humphrey wasn't close enough to hear what the dark haired man standing next to the soldier was saying but obviously it was something to lighten his mood as the blond threw his head back and laughed. Humphrey turned to his wife and kissed her good bye on the cheek as he always did. She was leaving for a meeting in America and wouldn't be back for at least a week which gave him plenty of time to find a new girlfriend as the old one had objected to sleeping with a married man once she found out about Francine.

Humphrey couldn't help himself. He had to look back at the pair. Something about them seemed vaguely familiar. He sniffed in disgust as the dark haired man leaned down and kissed the soldier. How revolting.

"What is it, Humphrey?" Francine asked in that irritating voice of hers. His father had been right. Women, wives were a necessary evil and nothing more.

"Nothing dear," Humphrey shook his head. "Just two deviants snogging in public. Someone should do something about them." He sniffed in derision again.

"Oh?" Francine swiveled her head around looking for the deviants.

Humphrey sighed and pointed them out; they were still kissing of course. "Disgusting." Humphrey snorted. "And one of them a soldier too. What are they letting into our army these days?"

"Humphrey!" Francine smacked his chest, her nasal voice disapproving. "Be nice! I must go over there and tell them that I approve."

"What? No, Francine!" But he was too late; Francine had already bustled off towards the pair. He trailed along after her. He really didn't want his wife mixing with people like that but she was very independent. A fact he hated and loved at the same time. At least her independent nature led her to accept a job that kept her away from London for long periods of time.

By the time Francine had reached the spot where the pair had been the tall dark haired man was gone. Francine huffed in minor irritation but marched straight up to the blond soldier. "Excuse me, sir?" She called his attention to her quietly.

Hazel eyes fixed on her face. "Yes, ma'am?" He said politely.

"I just wanted to come over here and thank you," Francine gave him a wide smile, pleased with such good manners. "Was that your young man? Isn't he going to see you off?"

The blond soldier smiled boyishly. "Yes ma'am that was my husband. He got a text from his brother and had to be off. It's all right though, I don't mind. His brother needed his help. Thank me for what, ma'am?" He gave her a quizzical smile.

"Oh, you're so sweet." Francine gushed; Humphrey had to push down his urge to retch. "Thank you for fighting for us, of course." She tittered. "You're a very brave man."

"I'm not brave ma'am. I wanted to be a doctor and the service was the only way I could afford school." The blond blushed lightly as though embarrassed to admit to his circumstances. Humphrey felt a little bit of respect for him. This man wasn't spoiled at least, even if he was a deviant that shouldn't be allowed in public.

Francine gasped in surprised pleasure and took one of his hands between both of hers. "That's even better! Not only are you willing to risk your life for people you don't know you're going to save others that do the same. I'm so happy to have met you! Your husband is very lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one," the soldier sighed dreamily, his eyes cutting to the direction his husband had gone.

"Francine, you'll miss your plane," Humphrey cut in; this conversation was making him feel ill.

"Oh, right," Francine started and checked her watch. "Stay safe, doctor," she told the soldier and squeezed his hand one more time.

"Thank you ma'am. I'll try." He squeezed her hand back. "You do the same."

Francine giggled and turned around to head to her own gate.

Humphrey scowled over his shoulder at the soldier as his wife walked towards her gate. The soldier glared back, fury lighting his hazel eyes. Humphrey swallowed and hurried to catch up with Francine. That soldier was definitely scary.

Scorecard: Watson: 5; Anderson: 0.5