Some fates are twined together, John Watson was always meant to meet the Holmes brothers. Separated from his unit, John stumbles upon a terrorists cell holding a hostage deep in the mountains. The man who saved him has always been a mystery, no matter what his resources he could never find out who it was. Mycroft never suspected to find him as his brother's new flatmate. No Slash

It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn't just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That "doctor" actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

After eighteen months of living with Sherlock, John knows how to spot a tail. After two tours in Afghanistan, John knows how to spot a sniper.

"Eternity is really rather boring, John. Mortal life seemed as though it would be far more interesting." Sherlock is actually the Devil, but he decided to live as a mortal because ruling Hell was boring.

Sherlock always has, and always will be alone. Or so the Scotland Yard thought, until a soldier, just back from Afghanistan, appears at one of the crime scenes, looking for a Sherlock Holmes. For detectives, they're terrible at making accurate deductions.

Holmes and Watson must penetrate a very personal mystery concerning a brutal attack, the Dr's late brother, and a pocketwatch. A joint fic by KCS and Protector of the Gray Fortress.