John walked into the generals office. He didn't particularly know why he had been called in but he had and he was a soldier, he was made to follow orders. It just so happened that he had the power to give them as well. The man who sat behind the desk, looking very much like one of those generals in the old videos. The proud, greying man with tanned skin and eyes which seemed to be watching the world turn.
'Ah, John Watson, I had hoped to meet you.' He said with an old, worn smile. John nodded.
'May I ask why I've been called here, sir?' The doctor asked, somehow managing to stay polite.
'Of course, you have a busy life, I know. I just wondered if you would be wanting to borrow a laptop, we do have the internet over here. Most men choose to send their loved ones letters-the old fashioned way- but from what I understand, that detective you lived with seems to prefer the newer side of life.' The old man said, his face showing that he was being completely serene. John remained still for a few moments, taking in the utterly ridiculous excuse with his mask of extreme scepticism.
'You called me in to ask if I wanted to e-mail, sir?' The blond army medic asked. 'I don't even have a loved one. Come on, seriously sir, what do you want?' The old man smiled and gestured for the young woman who was standing against the back wall to leave. She did so, closing the door behind her and leaving the two men by themselves.
Once he was sure they were alone, the general leant forward in his chair.
'Ok, John, I got a memo saying to pull you in at exactly this time from someone on high.' He said. John raised an eyebrow.
'Really sir? And why were you told this?' He asked, wanting nothing more to get back to his squad-If only to get out of this mans presence.
'To introduce you to the newest member of your squad.' The general stated, gesturing to the now opened door. John's path was blocked by a tall figure. The doctor stared at the man, jaw practically hitting the floor. 'They wanted you to meet him before the rest of the squad did. Something about it making them more likely to accept him if he had your respect. It's strange, he doesn't seem to have a file. Or anything in fact. Just the order to serve under your command.' The words entered John's ears but his brain wasn't making any sense out of them. He was too busy trying to work out what he did wrong in his life to come to this.
'Captain Watson, this is Private Holmes.' The taller male stepped into the office with the hint of a smile ghosting his lips.
'Sherlock, what the hell are you doing here?' The doctor hissed. Behind him, the general realised what was happening.
'Of course! You're Sherlock Holmes! How is Mycroft? It's been such a long time since we last spoke. Right, that is all I wanted you for, Captain, you're dismissed.' The old man said with a smile as he caught himself going off on a tangent. John nodded politely then dragged his flatmate out of the room, down the corridor and into the restrooms, clearing everyone out and locking the door behind him.
'What the hell are you doing here, Sherlock?' He yelled, the man didn't reply. 'Tell me now, that's an order soldier.' His army captain voice was now in full swing. The detective smiled.
'I love it when you go army on me.' He chuckled deeply, trying to see how far he could wind his flatmate up. John growled and slammed the taller man into the wall.
'While you're here, you are under my command. You will tell me what I want to know and you will answer me with 'Sir'. Is that understood?' He growled.
'Sir, yes sir.' Sherlock replied. John nodded and backed off.
'Now what are you doing here?'
