Disclaimer: I phoned the Easter Bunny again since it's nearly time for him to make his rounds but he was very rude and said that there was no way I was ever going to get Sherlock and co. from him for Easter. He's just being selfish. I know he's got them but he won't even let me have Lestrade. He did offer Anderson and I hung up on him. So yeah, they still aren't mine but not from lack of trying.

A/N: I am not a doctor. I have no idea if the injury that John sustained in my head is even possible but hey it works for my purposes. Please let me know if something doesn't seem right or if you have any questions except about medical stuff. My medical knowledge is gleaned from Bones and House and other such medical shows. (I.E. E.R., M*A*S*H and Gray's Anatomy). Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think even if you hate it.

Hospitals and Doctors

Sherlock paced in front of the nurse's station at four thirty in the afternoon. "Where is he?" He hissed at the woman again. She didn't even look up this time. He'd been asking the exact same question every few minutes since he'd arrived at three thirty.

"As I've told you at least fifteen times, Mr. Watson-Holmes, the plane was delayed. They will be here as soon as they are here." She checked a few more room arrangements on her computer and never even looked over at the strange man pacing again. She did however check the ambulance's ETA. She felt sorry for Mr. Watson-Holmes, he was so obviously worried about his husband.

Sherlock glared at the woman and was tempted to tell her that the man she was sleeping with was also sleeping with her sister but refrained. He didn't want to get thrown out. Mycroft wasn't here yet to ensure that he could be by John's side even if he offended the staff.

"Mr. Watson-Holmes?" A male voice asked from behind him. "Are you Sherlock Watson-Holmes?"

Sherlock spun on the man. "Yes."

The grey haired man in the white lab coat denoting him as a doctor smiled with what he thought was a pleasant smile Sherlock could tell he was bored and irritated though. "Good. Good. I'm Doctor Pelter. I'll be taking over your brother's case once he arrives. I just thought I'd come and introduce myself."

Sherlock deliberately widened his eyes in shock. "What happened to Mycroft? Is Anabella with him? Is he all right?" He shot the questions out as fast as he could. The man was obviously an idiot. Any good doctor should have read John's file before coming to talk to him.

Dr. Pelter looked confused. "I'm sorry? Who is Mycroft? Are you sure you're Mr. Watson-Holmes?" His face took on a worried expression as though he thought he might be dealing with a madman. He was but not the way he thought.

The nurse behind the desk, Lindsey, covered her snicker with a cough. From behind Dr. Pelter's back she winked and grinned at Sherlock then mouthed "Thirty minutes." Sherlock gave her a nod and a small smile in thanks. See John, I can manage human interactions, he thought with a mental smirk and then it faded as he remembered why and where he was.

Sherlock turned his attention back to the doctor and barely contained a sneer. "You said you were taking over my brother's case when he arrives. My brother is Mycroft Holmes. What happened to him? He was fine earlier this morning when he texted me." He held up his phone as if in proof.

"Oh, I see now," Dr. Pelter nodded and smiled softly as though trying to reassure a small child. "Not that brother, Mr. Watson-Holmes, your other brother, John Watson-Holmes."

"Doctor, or if you prefer Captain, John Watson-Holmes is not my brother," Sherlock intoned. Irritated at the man's complete lack of thought processes. Reminded him of Anderson, actually and that was not a good thing.

The doctor's brow wrinkled in confusion again. "Half-brother? Cousin?" He tried.

"Husband," Sherlock smirked. Lindsey covered her grin with her hand. "Dr. John Watson-Holmes is my husband. If you are too idiotic to actually read his file then you are far too idiotic to be in charge of his recovery. Leave now." He waved a hand dismissively and turned to pace away already back to typing on his phone.

Dr. Pelter spluttered for a moment and Lindsey's suppressed giggles were causing her face to redden. Finally both collected themselves. "That is not your choice, Mr. Watson-Holmes. I am the doctor on call and I shall be overviewing your…husband's recovery."

Sherlock looked the man over from head to feet and back again. "No, no you won't," he said seriously. "You are a mediocre doctor and a tedious man. Your children ignore you and your wife knows about the ongoing affair you've had with a surgical nurse for the past five years. Stay away from my husband."

"Pardon? How…" Dr. Pelter stumbled over his words, his face reddening with temper.

"How did you know all that?" Lindsey asked astonished. "And what do you know about me?"

"Do you really want to know?" Sherlock asked in a rare moment of empathy. "Most people don't like it when I deduce them. My husband being the exception, as always."

Lindsey cocked her head to the side in thought. "I think I'd rather not know, actually. I've got nothing to hide but still…" She had no desire to hear that someone else knew about Lacey and Jared. It was embarrassing enough that she knew.

Sherlock nodded and turned his attention back to Dr. Pelter when the other man continued spluttering. "You may be the doctor on call right now but my husband has his own doctors coming in with him. They will treat him and you will stay the Hell away from him."

Dr. Pelter opened his mouth to retort. "Dr. Pelter to the helipad. Dr. Pelter to the helipad." The voice over the PA system interrupted him before he could get a word out.

"I am in charge of this hospital, Mr. Holmes," Dr. Pelter ignored the page in favor of his arrogant, pompous blustering.

"Watson-Holmes," Sherlock corrected cheerfully.

"And as such, I decide who is in charge of which cases. As I am the best surgeon here at the moment I have put myself in charge of your spouse's case. There is nothing you can do to change that. I have the authority here." Dr. Pelter puffed himself up and tried to stare this irritating man down.

Sherlock only smirked and turned to the nurse. "How long?"

"Twenty minutes, Mr. Watson-Holmes. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?" Lindsey smiled at him.

"Dr. Pelter come to the helipad. Dr. Pelter come to the helipad." The PA system squawked again, the voice on the other end seeming impatient.

"No." Sherlock told Lindsey and resumed his pacing while texting on his phone completely ignoring the fuming man making his way to the helipad.