"Hello Sherlock" The man on my laptop screen is of short stature, has dirty blond hair that is lightly graying. His face is tiered but he is smiling.

"John" I cannot keep the grin off my face.

When I was twelve I was kicked out of my third private school. Mommy decided that I would attend a public school and if I got kicked out of there mommy would take away my violin that my grandmother left me in her will. Apparently it had got leaked how many times I've been kick out of school. If that wasn't enough to make me a social outcast my cold behavior was. It was a week after my first day and I was on break. I had sneaked into the science lab and was looking at different plant under a microscope.

"Hello, can I help you?"

I glance up. The voice belonged to a short, blonde teenage boy around the age of sixteen.

"No" then turn back to my work

"Ok, what are you doing?" He didn't sound angry just curious.

"Looking at plant cells and figuring out what stage they are in" My tone came out bored. It was child's play, but there was nothing better to do. I turn around and look at him. He was easy enough to deduce. Father is military, woke up late, plays rugby, and wants to go into the medical field but also the military.

"How did you know that?"

Oh was I speaking out loud?

"Your clothing and hair style suggests someone in your family is in the military could be a brother but most likely is your father. You have your lunch box out even though it's not yet noon. Didn't' have time for breakfast because you woke up late. Your shoes are stained with a distinct coloration that most of the rugby players have from the playing on the rugby field. I know you want to be in the medical field because you're carrying around a medical journal that is not required for school. You also respect your father which is shown by the fact that you have military support buttons on your backpack and most likely want to follow in his footsteps."

"That was amazing!"

"You thank so" What is going on?

"Yes, you must be really smart."

"Yes"

"Modest too I see" he laugh. Not the cruel laugh, I was used to but a real friendly laugh.

"I'm John Watson. I left my textbook in here earlier. "

"Sherlock Holmes"

"Nice to meet you Sherlock"

After that it didn't take long for us to become friends. John Watson best and only friend of Sherlock Holmes

"How is the world's only consulting detective doing?"

"I'm have not relapsed and I'm not even smoking John" He is such a mother hen sometimes.

After John joined the military and was stationed in Germany I dropped out of the university and started using cocaine. It was a combination of John and meeting Lestrade, that lead to me becoming clean and starting my new career. That was five years ago. I have relapsed only once and that was a year ago when John was sent to Afghanistan.

"Sorry, I can't help but worry about you."

"Shouldn't I be the one worrying? You're the one having bullet being shot at you."

John laughs "point taken"

"When do you get to come home" even to myself I sound whiny.

"Six more months and I'll be there in person to fatten you up even if I have to tie you up and spoon feed you."

"I would like to see you try" I huff

"I got to go my times up."

"Bye John"

"Bye Lockie"

"You know I hate that nickname"

John only laughs before the screen goes dark.

Six months never seemed so far away.

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