Chapter 26
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After spending time with their family Sherlock and John returned to University. John was in the library one afternoon before university started back up, Sherlock came to find him.
"I've finished my experiment. What are you doing?" Sherlock asked, sitting beside his husband.
"I'm just doing some research into the army, I want to know if I can train and maybe do some work here while at University, you know? Get some experience, things like that." John said absent-mindedly while clicking through the net.
"Oh." Sherlock said.
"Sherlock, you know I want this." John commented.
"I know, and that's fine… but it doesn't mean I'm not sad or worried." Sherlock protested.
John nodded and continued looking through the websites "Look, I can do some training, be in the army, but also stay at University. Just because you're in the army doesn't mean you're in a war. I can stay here, do some training and bits and bobs, and then when I've got my degree and all this medical stuff done, hopefully, I can be an army surgeon." John smiled, pointing at the screen.
"That sounds good." Sherlock stated.
"Hmm, right up my street. The nearest British army corps place isn't too far from here, I think I'll check it out." John checked his watch and nodded "It's early; I have time to go there now! Want to come?" John asked.
"No." Sherlock said.
"Oh… alright. Well, I've got to go and catch the bus now. And you said you wanted to learn to drive, why don't you have a look on the internet about that?" John suggested as he stood up and put his coat on, checking he had his phone and bus pass.
"Sure." Sherlock took over John's chair.
"See you later; hopefully I'll be home by tea time." John kissed Sherlock quickly and left at a jog, but slowed down briefly as he was almost shouted at by the librarian.
John walked through to a rather majestic stone building, he went up to the reception area where a woman in formal army dress was sat.
"Hello." John cleared his throat and got her attention.
She looked up at him "Good afternoon, what can I do for you, young man?" she asked.
"I'd like to get some information on training and courses. I go to University, I'm doing a five year medical course and I want to be an army surgeon. And I was just wondering if there was anything I could do here alongside my University stuff. I have a job on Fridays, but other than that I'm free all evenings and weekends." John explained.
"Ah, well, we do have a few courses that you may be interested in. If you'd like to talk to someone a bit more informed, follow me." She smiled and led him through a few corridors and to an office. Inside, a man with a moustache was sat in his office, also in army uniform.
"Sir, this young lad is looking for courses or training programmes to do alongside his University courses." She explained.
"Ah, come in, laddie." The Scotsman said.
John entered and sat down once asked to.
"So, tell me all I need to know and I'll see what I can do for you." The man said as the receptionist left.
"Well, when I'm older I want to be an army surgeon. Right now I am at University with a one-day job at a restaurant on a Friday evening. I thought that I want to do something to get into the army, get some experience. I was wondering what there is available with someone with my current circumstances." John explained.
"Right, and you went on the internet, yes?" the man asked.
"Yep, it had some information, but I wanted more." John explained.
"Right you are. So, how about this? I put you on a two week course, we take you to army camp for the duration. On this course you get taught all you need to know, also experience things, see how fit you are, what you need to be capable of doing, just give you a taste of what it's like. Then you go home and carry on with your Uni course and work and keep that fitness up, keep checking you're on track with your school work. And once you've got your medical degree then you can come and apply for a job as a medic or surgeon. With your pretty full schedule that's all I can offer. Quite a few people go to army Universities, few that there are in this county, but there are some. Were you not aware?" The man asked.
"Oh, that sounds good. And yes, I was aware, I got into one of them, but I wanted to go to the Uni I'm at now for personal reasons." John explained.
"Alright then. So, the next course is… in three weeks. If you could organise it with your University and workplace then give me a call, I'll sign you up and I'll email you all the details." The man said.
"Oh, that'd be great. Thank you. I think I can take a break, I have people in every class to catch up from and I did have a friend who missed 3 weeks of Uni, it didn't impact too much because she had help getting back to speed. So yeah, I'll sort it. Thank you, sir." John stood up, shook his hand, and left.
On his way back to University he stopped off at his work and booked two Fridays off, then went to University, sorted out having 2 weeks off, then jogged happily up to his dorm, hoping to find his husband.
When he entered he found Sherlock sat at their desk doing an essay.
"I'm back!" John said and jumped into explaining everything.
"Two weeks?" Sherlock asked once John had finished.
"Yeah, I know, it's a long time. But I'll be able to call you." John said.
"I suppose. I bought you something!" Sherlock got up and grabbed a bag from the bed.
"Oh, you didn't have to." John blushed.
"I wanted to." Sherlock justified himself and pulled something out of the bag and unfolded a pair of briefs. Underwear with the green army combat pattern on them.
"I wanted to show you that I support you." Sherlock smiled.
"You wanted to show that you support me by buying me army-pattern underwear…?" John asked incredulously.
"…Yes?" Sherlock tried.
"You are brilliant." John's face broke out into a grin and he ran over and kissed Sherlock happily.
Sherlock pulled away after a minute "Now, let's try these on for size." He smirked.
John giggled and started undressing while under Sherlock's watchful gaze.