There was not that much information for Sherlock to find out about Captain John Watson, M.D., but what he was able to find out was that he was around 30 years of age and was a decorated officer and a skilled surgeon, cited as being quite selfless in regards to his own safety or well being when trying to save a patient or at least tend to them. Other than that and the fact that he was currently deployed the detective could find very little information from the meager resources at his disposal. So once again he brings his pad outside to sit under a tree with his pad of paper to write another letter.

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Dear Dr. Watson,

Please call me Sherlock. I choose to address you by Doctor because I find it to be the worthier profession. I do not have any disdain for the armed forces, I merely find more honor in those who choose to save lives. You prove an interesting dichotomy, the soldier and the doctor, taking lives and giving life back. Quite an interesting mixture. Why did you choose to join the Army? I hope it was not something so mundane as to get money for schooling.

Life here has proven to be more dull than I had originally thought. It has been interesting to analyze and deduce those around me, but since there are so few, that it has quickly become as boring as everything else in this facility. For a mind like mine, it is torture to sit dormant, like a rocket trapped on the launch pad, tearing itself apart.

To answer your questions, I am 25, and I got into drugs because I was bored. I wanted a distraction. I was curious. And oh what a distraction it was. Unfortunately it did not send me into some blissful nothingness, but it sharpened all of my senses, made everything that much clearer, enabled me to do some very interesting experiments. I met that Detective Inspector I told you about, on a high one evening. I saw the police tape and walked over. I don't remember what exactly I said to him, but I do remember that his team is completely incompetent.

Still, I craved that focus, that clarity that I got when I was high. In a way I still do. Of course, I am told that is all part of my recovery, learning not to crave that. I haven't told anyone but I think that's impossible. I will crave that focus, whether or not it comes from a drug or something else.

I looked you up online. It appears that you are roughly 5 years older than I am, and you're quite decorated. You've done a great deal to serve Queen and Country. Do you intend to remain in the army for the rest of your life? There isn't a great deal I can do from where I am, but I feel I should offer, if there is anything you need, let me know and I will see if I can provide it.

My therapist should be happy about that. She is concerned that I show no concern for humanity or the feelings of others. Sociopath, as I said. I do not have tolerance for the stupidity of the masses. I do not retain information that I do not need. My mind is like a hard drive, I can store information I need, delete what I do not. People clutter up their minds with so much useless information that they can't see what's important. People see but they do not observe, they cannot use what meager intelligence they might have.

There are other things I could tell you I suppose, but I'm not sure what you might want to know. I suppose I should ask about your family, if you have any siblings. Pleasantries can be so bothersome. Best to get them out of the way. I suppose I have given you enough information in this letter for you to formulate an adequate reply. I look forward to your next letter.

Sincerely,

Sherlock

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When the letter came, John actually found himself a little excited and interested to see what his new pen pal might have written him. He's pretty sure that most people reading the letter might find at least some of it offensive, but the doctor just finds it amusing and interesting. He imagines that Sherlock might be a little odd and maybe a bit frustrating to talk to, but he still thinks it would be interesting, and that is one of the reasons he decides to keep writing to him.

Alright.. By popular demand, a second chapter this week! And because I haven't gotten one written for any of my other stories yet, and it seriously irks me to go a day without posting SOMETHING. I think I might be a bit OCD about my fanfiction posting habits. Lol. :D But mostly it's because you lovely people wanted it, and I am a sucker. :D

I hope everyone continues to enjoy this, I am still writing more chapters for it so you'll have a lot to read! :)

As always, Comments/Reviews welcome!