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Here is another chapter, hope you all enjoy it. A little OOC for them I believe.
Fated Meetings
Chapter Four
John nodded to Bill as he walked out of the barracks and into the yard. He needed a little fresh air. A Sergeant from New Scotland Yard had come by yesterday for a written statement. He was just glad that he didn't have to go down to the station to do it. He headed towards one of the other buildings when he heard someone call out his name.
"John!" came a slightly familiar voice as the doctor turned around to see who it was.
"Sherlock," John chuckled and frowned, wondering what the man could be doing there, "What are you doing here?"
Sherlock grinned a little, "I was bored, and since the case is over, I was wondering if you wanted to talk. You are rather fascinating to me."
John laughed, "I don't know if I'm fascinating at all, but sure we can talk. I wouldn't mind getting to know you. you're just as fascinating to me," he grinned at him.
Sherlock nodded as John led the way to a more secluded area and sat down on a low wall. Sherlock quickly sat beside him as silence descended on them.
John was the one to break it as he asked, "So what is it that you actually do with the police?"
"I'm a Consulting Detective, the only one in the world. When the police are out of their depth, which they are most of the time, I step in to help them solve the case." Sherlock explained, "I also do cases that come to me privately. Though they are very boring most of the time, so I turn a lot of them down." he finished, glancing over to the man sat beside him,
"Like to keep things interesting then," John nodded, he could understand that a little. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't a surgeon or in the army.
"So," Sherlock said as he gazed over to his new friend, "What do you do exactly?" he wondered.
John chuckled, "There isn't much to me. I'm an Army Surgeon, I was with the RAMC, but I joined the Army as a combat solider about five years ago now. I've been deployed in Ireland, Sierra Leone, Iraq and Afghanistan, which is where I am at the moment." He told him, a smile on his face. "What about family?" he then asked.
"A brother, my parents are alive as well, though I haven't seen them in quiet some time. They have been travelling, enjoying their retirement." He paused for a moment, "As for my brother, Mycroft annoys me. He is always watching what I am doing, keeping his beady little eyes on me." He huffed a little.
John frowned at the words, "Why would he do that?"
Sherlock went silent as he wondered if he could trust John enough to tell him without the other walking away. Those that learnt, always thought the same, once an addict always an addict, and while that was true. He did his best to keep clean. John looked to him, he could see that there was something troubling him.
"Look, you don't have to tell me, but I doubt there is anything that can drive me away." He told the taller man, hoping that it would reassure him.
"Very well." He sighed a little, "I became addicted to drugs when I was in my late teens. That was until almost five years ago when I over dosed. Lestrade, who is a DI with Scotland Yard, was the one who found me. He and my brother conspired together to get me into rehab. I went, and stayed there through six months of tedious therapy. Lestrade said he would give me cases from the Yard if I stayed clean."
John was a little shocked that someone that appeared so smart could do something like that. He knew that there would have been some underlying cause to it in the end, "Why take them?"
"As you have seen my mind doesn't stop, its constantly working. Sometimes I just want it to stop a little, or to bring something into better focus, that's what the drugs did. They either stopped my mind or brought things into better focus." Sherlock answered him honestly. He couldn't believe that he was telling an almost stranger some of his darkest moments in life.
"Are you clean now?" John asked, he believed he knew the answer to that already.
"Yes," Sherlock said and saw the belief in him, "Just gone four years. I am tempted at times, but I haven't yet."
"Don't. Don't you ever give in. If you feel it start to overwhelm you call someone. Or go and be with someone. Do some writing or reading or anything to take your mind off it. But what ever you do, don't give in." John said, his voice shaking a little at the thought of Sherlock going down that path again. He didn't know why he felt so shaky at the thought of someone he just met being addicted to drug, he just was, "My parents, well they died some time ago. I have a sister as well, older than me. She 's a very heavy drinker. If she carries on the way she is going, she has around ten years left before it kills her. If she stops, then she has a good chance of a long life. I don't think I could handle someone else going through addiction." He said with a soft shake of his head, "I know that you will fight against it for the rest of your life. But just don't give in to it at all." he almost pleaded as he looked to Sherlock.
Sherlock looked to him, a little shocked at the reaction, but nodded when he saw the worry in the pleading blue eyes, "I will do everything I can to make sure I don't." he promised to do all he could to avoid it.
John smiled softly, relief evident in his voice as he spoke, "Good to hear. To be honest, there isn't much to tell about me."
"I believe there is something more to you, but you know," he paused for a moment, "I would like to find out over time, you are a puzzle John Watson. You seem like the most upstanding man around, yet you were quick to follow me. The thrill of the chase, the puzzle, do they call to you as they do to me?" he wondered aloud as he looked to the older man.
"Though the last part wasn't so bad, I just had a feeling that told me if I didn't go with you, you would have been in trouble without someone to help you out of it." John snorted, smiling at Sherlock.
Sherlock chuckled dryly, "That has been known to happen." The two exchanged glances and shakes of their head laughing as they remembered what had happened two days ago at the Murray house. Sherlock's phone beeped, he pulled it out of his pocket and sighed, "It looks like Lestrade wants me at the Yard." he gave a small almost sad look towards John at the thought of leaving so soon.
"It was good talking to you. I wouldn't mind you stopping by again, and I can leave base you know." John smiled at him.
Sherlock nodded slowly as he pulled out a small card from an inside pocket, "Good, here is my number and information. Keep in touch as well. Maybe if I have time I shall come by again." He handed the card over as John took it from him, looking it over before tucking it away.
"That would be nice." He nodded back, still smiling at the other.
Sherlock returned the smile and then left John alone, heading to New Scotland Yard, wondering what Lestrade could want already. The man had only just closed a case for the DI.
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