Author's Note: I plan to go back and correct my grammar mistakes in previous chapters sometime this weekend. My ipad doesn't have a spell checker on it. If all goes as planned I should have another chapter for you in the next couple of days. I just have to figure out a couple of transitions.

John sat watching Sherlock sleep, it had been an exhausting day for Sherlock, and he was determined to show that he was ready to return to London. He had woken at some early hour and had spent the morning following the staff around making deductions about them. They didn't seem to care but by lunch he was asleep on the sofa in the sitting room, where he had collapsed after following the house keeper around for nearly an hour. John wasn't bothered to move him so he sat down to read the letters than he had found in his room at Baker Street.

Dear Dr. John H. Watson

15th June (dated two days after he walked out of Baker Street.)

I'm writing to apologize for what I said to you on the day you left. I am sorry, I didn't mean those things, and you are in fact the most important person in my life.

Sherlock Holmes

Dear John H. Watson

19th June

I hope you are doing well in Afghanistan, Mycroft has told me that you have returned to front lines. Please come home safe.

Sherlock Holmes

Dear John H. Watson

20th June

How are you? Baker Street seems so lonely without you. I wish you were here because I would rather like a cup of tea and we are out of milk again.

Sherlock Holmes

Dear John

21st June

I miss you.

Sherlock

Dear John

22nd June

Pease keep yourself safe, it is hard enough living without you I can't imagine a life without you at all.

Sherlock

John - I need you to come home, I can't do this anymore. You make me a better person. – Sherlock.

John's eyes were tearing, Sherlock had really missed him and wanted him to come home. He could see it in the handwriting which grew worse as the days passed, probably because he hasn't been sleeping well or eating all that much. A part of John regretted leaving because of what had happened to him, but John also knew that he couldn't spend time seconding guessing himself what he needed to do now was focus on Sherlock's recovery. Sherlock had clearly shown that John was the only one he was letting in to the horrible place that his mind was. John was careful to hide the letter among some of his personal possessions so that Sherlock would not find them lying around, they would probably bring up too many questions.

"You found my letters." Said Sherlock, it was a fact not a question.

John nodded, didn't know how long Sherlock had been awake for. He wasn't surprised, now that the nightmares were rare he no longer

Silence filled the room.

John got up from where he sat, went to his ruck sack and removed a small bundle of paper, he looked at them for a long moment before taking them to Sherlock.

"These are my letter's to you." Said John placing them in Sherlock's hands.

19th June

Dear Sherlock Holmes

I have returned to the battlefield, it is nice to be making a difference again. I am sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it. You are my best friend and miss you. I hope to see you when I come home. And don't shoot the wall.

Dr. John Watson.

25th June

Dear Sherlock

Today was tuff, we had two major incidents. I love what I am doing, but losing them is so hard. My nightmares have returned, I thought they had passed but I guess I am wrong.

You would have so much fun here, the other day I spend two hours sitting in the mess trying to make deductions about the new group of men that arrived the day before. I don't know if I got anything right but it was a good way to pass the time as we cannot leave the base and you can only spend so much time being bored.

Dr. John Watson

6th July

Sherlock –

These last few days have been unending, it is like the blood just won't stop flowing, I haven't slept in days, there is just too much to do, too many lives on the line.

There was a young man, no more than 23 or 24, he was fighting so hard to stay alive but he was losing so much blood. One of the nurses and I did everything we could but each time we fixed one thing something else would happen, after nearly two hours of trying he passed. We all fought so hard but it wasn't enough. Sherlock, I don't know if I can keep doing this.

Wish I was with you.

John Watson.

12th August

Sherlock – I just can't bring myself to mail my letters to you, actually I am not even sure you are still living at Baker Street. Maybe one day I will give this letter to you but for now I just do it for my sanity. Harry doesn't return my correspondence, so I am here alone. They keep telling me that writing letters helps with the loneliness but not for me, it just reminds me that the one person I care about it the one person who I walked out on. You mean more to me that you know, you saved me from spending the rest of my life as a cripple wander the streets trying to make a life for myself. You gave me a reason to pick myself up and keep going. Thank you for that.

John Watson

Now Sherlock was crying, John had given him space to read them alone. John went to him, and pulled him into his strong embrace. Neither said anything, they didn't need too they had spend enough time with each other recently that they could communicate with just a simple look and they just needed silence.