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John's POV
He wakes up to the sound of light knocking on the door to his bedrest. Startled, he glances at the clock, noting that it is just after six am, and rolls out of bed. Limping over to the door, the room is small enough not to use his cane, he opens it to discover a man in a dark suit standing there with an envelope in his hands.

"Doctor Watson?" the man inquires.

"Can I help you?" he asks with a curious look, why is there a serious man in a suit standing at his door?

Lifting his phone, his thumb quickly flicking across the screen, probably pulling something up, the man's eyes flicker glance between the phone and him before offering the envelope. "Delivery for you."

He accepts it, a bit shocked because who would be sending him papers this early in the morning? Of course, that was just the man in the suit being far too efficient at his job. After all, if he is a night owl or an early riser, he could have decided to start doing the deliveries soon after getting up in the morning. Before he has a chance to say anything in response, the suit leaves. Striding off as if he has other more important things to do. Actually, he probably does, he is aware of the fact he's not an important person.

Closing the door, he limps over to the small desk he keeps his gun and lap top in. Settling in the chair, he breaks the seal on the envelope, shocked to see that it is a set of contracts from Mycroft.

He takes his time as he goes over them. Checking all of the information filled in carefully and mildly amazed at the terms within it. All three are far better than he was expecting or is even sure he deserves. The first he had sort of expected, it is the sugar-boy, or 'companion' as the papers. The other two are unexpected, one for a position as a private doctor, the other as an occasional bodyguard. Each of the contracts comes with its own details and offer. At the very back of the collection he discovers a small note in tidy and clean handwriting.

- John,

I look forward to our lunch to discuss business on Tuesday. In the meanwhile, I thought you deserved to have knowledge ahead of time as to what I plan to offer. There are three contracts within this envelope. You are welcome to accept all of them or none of them at your discretion. They are not reliant upon each other. If you accept all three and choose to end one of them at a later date, it does not affect your position with the other two.

MH -

Blinking, he grabs a pad of paper and takes his time going over each of the contracts for a second time. He wants to know exactly how much overlap there is between them. It ends up being a surprisingly small amount. So he has a contract for being a sugar-boy, though it appears companionship is the goal with that one more than sex. The private physician offer has better pay than he made in a year in the military. Plus all supplies provided and an offer to pay for all licensing fees. It is for Mycroft and his younger brother Sherlock, all records to be provided as needed. The private bodyguard is for tasks when taking a government provided bodyguard might not be the best idea from what he can tell. More of a social functions sort of guard than anything else.

All three job offers come with generous terms to them, excellent, better than expected pay, and better than state medical for those times where hospital visits are required, and a retirement package. There is also information on several schools that he might be interested in. All ones he had considered but ultimately taken off the table because he didn't think a patron would want to send him to a school of that caliber at his age. He may never work as a surgeon again, but that does not mean he could not learn a different specialization. Maybe take a few classes from several different fields and see if any other field catches his attention the same way being a field doctor and surgeon had.

All of it was possible now because of one man.

Well, best if he doesn't get his hopes up yet, there is always a chance he may change his mind before Tuesday and decide that he offered too much. While it would be disappointing, he'd understand. Particularly since he knows that he was a spur of the moment choice and not something Mycroft had thought out.

Still, a little voice in the back of his mind whispers to him, it would be a good idea to see what all those schools offered, maybe even consider some of his options, and see if any call to him. He always wanted to try his hand at psychology. Another thing he could look into was writing classes, he enjoys writing, though he doesn't share a lot of it. Probably because most the things he has written up were all missions from when he was in the war zone. Not something he really wants to share, but they are nice for himself. Maybe he will get them self published just so he can have a physical copy.

Biting his lip, he glances around the room, excitement beginning to hope that he is almost done staying in this hellhole.

If this works out he will have to call and thank Bill and Peyton, maybe even send them both their favorite bottle of something.