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Your brain drowned in the silent sound of night, you begin to drift into deep thought of your brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft (A/N: Yeah, it's one of those.). How you missed them dearly while you were away at war, serving as a military doctor for wounded soldiers. Hair cut short, body muscular, eyes tired and dread filled, and a bullet wound in your left leg. It left you with an awful limp (A/N: and god damn I did not try to completely copy John, just the doctor part.) but soon you would be going home, back to London for the first time in years.
The airplane had landed on the runway and so tired the only thing you could think of was a nice cup of tea when you got home. You retrieved your luggage and hunted down a taxi, still in your typical camoflouged clothing. In the airport people had stopped you to thank you for your service. You thanked them in return for their kind souls. "221b Baker Street, London." You spoke in a monotonous tone to the cabbie. She nodded and sped off. You stare off in the distance at the shrinking airport with a wide grin on your face.
Soon later arriving at the flat you texted Sherlock: 'I'm home. -(FirstInitial)H'. You could here heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs and you stand back. Good thing you did because the door swung open quite abruptely. "(F/N)!" Sherlock paused and cleared his throat while straightening himself out. "Wonderful to have you back, sorry I had to move in the time you were gone." He took the luggage that rested near your feet. "Please, come in." You follow him up a narrow staircase to the door of his flat and to your surprise it wasn't crammed full of boxes with books and papers of all kind in them. "It's so neat in here, I wouldn't think this place was yours if you hadn't told me." You were then surprised again. Another person was standing quickly from his chair in front of a laptop.
"Sherlock, who is this?" You hoped he hadn't immediately assumed you to be Sherlock's girlfriend. Instead of allowing Sherlock to answer you butt in "(FN) (MN) Holmes." You were about to hold out your hand to shake his but he instead saluted you. You smile shyly, forgetting that you still had all of your camoflagoued things on, clearly giving away your spot in the military. You salute back with pride. "John H. Watson." He replies. You both relax "an honor, John.". Sherlock moved your bags to near the wall so they were out of the way. He noticed your immediate connection with John. "So, what did they have you doing out there?" You quickly take a glance about the room "a military doctor. In Afghanistan." You remove the black gloves from your hands and shove them in your pocket as John smirked. "and so were you at one point in time. Quite a few years ago as well.".
John quickly tried to hide a disappointed frown. "Don't worry, I'm his sister but I'm not as cold as he can be. Not as ignorant either." You chuckle. "Also, what are you doing here? Lock finally get a boyfriend?" You tease. John sighs, frustrated how everyone thinks he's gay. "No. I'm just his...".
"Assistant." Sherlock chimes in. "Ooo. You must get into some trouble then." John nodded "It's insanity how many times a month I almost get killed because of him." He points to Sherlock yet you only laugh. "So (FN), how long will you be staying?" John asks. You look to the floor. "I won't be going back to Afghanistan... We were getting shot at and, well... I got shot." You smirk lightly. "Sherlock," John addresses "You seem to be taking this well." He frowns. "I'm not actually. Unlike I do for my brother I actually care for my sister. So very kind, it's a shame she can no longer tend to others in need.".
"Well," You announce "Why don't you help me get to know the area, John? I haven't been in London in ages." He nods and smiles "Of course. Whenever you're ready." You look down at yourself "Right now I guess." John quickly grabs his jacket "Sherlock, are you alright with this?" He had by then taken his spot on the couch. "I do not factor into this. She is a Holmes, she can handle herself...... and I trust you." You laugh and say a quick goodbye to Sherlock, then leave with John.

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Your brain drowned in the silent sound of night, you begin to drift into deep thought of your brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft (A/N: Yeah, it's one of those.). How you missed them dearly while you were away at war, serving as a military doctor for wounded soldiers. Hair cut short, body muscular, eyes tired and dread filled, and a bullet wound in your left leg. It left you with an awful limp (A/N: and god damn I did not try to completely copy John, just the doctor part.) but soon you would be going home, back to London for the first time in years.
The airplane had landed on the runway and so tired the only thing you could think of was a nice cup of tea when you got home. You retrieved your luggage and hunted down a taxi, still in your typical camoflouged clothing. In the airport people had stopped you to thank you for your service. You thanked them in return for their kind souls. "221b Baker Street, London." You spoke in a monotonous tone to the cabbie. She nodded and sped off. You stare off in the distance at the shrinking airport with a wide grin on your face.
Soon later arriving at the flat you texted Sherlock: 'I'm home. -(FirstInitial)H'. You could here heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs and you stand back. Good thing you did because the door swung open quite abruptely. "(F/N)!" Sherlock paused and cleared his throat while straightening himself out. "Wonderful to have you back, sorry I had to move in the time you were gone." He took the luggage that rested near your feet. "Please, come in." You follow him up a narrow staircase to the door of his flat and to your surprise it wasn't crammed full of boxes with books and papers of all kind in them. "It's so neat in here, I wouldn't think this place was yours if you hadn't told me." You were then surprised again. Another person was standing quickly from his chair in front of a laptop.
"Sherlock, who is this?" You hoped he hadn't immediately assumed you to be Sherlock's girlfriend. Instead of allowing Sherlock to answer you butt in "(FN) (MN) Holmes." You were about to hold out your hand to shake his but he instead saluted you. You smile shyly, forgetting that you still had all of your camoflagoued things on, clearly giving away your spot in the military. You salute back with pride. "John H. Watson." He replies. You both relax "an honor, John.". Sherlock moved your bags to near the wall so they were out of the way. He noticed your immediate connection with John. "So, what did they have you doing out there?" You quickly take a glance about the room "a military doctor. In Afghanistan." You remove the black gloves from your hands and shove them in your pocket as John smirked. "and so were you at one point in time. Quite a few years ago as well.".
John quickly tried to hide a disappointed frown. "Don't worry, I'm his sister but I'm not as cold as he can be. Not as ignorant either." You chuckle. "Also, what are you doing here? Lock finally get a boyfriend?" You tease. John sighs, frustrated how everyone thinks he's gay. "No. I'm just his...".
"Assistant." Sherlock chimes in. "Ooo. You must get into some trouble then." John nodded "It's insanity how many times a month I almost get killed because of him." He points to Sherlock yet you only laugh. "So (FN), how long will you be staying?" John asks. You look to the floor. "I won't be going back to Afghanistan... We were getting shot at and, well... I got shot." You smirk lightly. "Sherlock," John addresses "You seem to be taking this well." He frowns. "I'm not actually. Unlike I do for my brother I actually care for my sister. So very kind, it's a shame she can no longer tend to others in need.".
"Well," You announce "Why don't you help me get to know the area, John? I haven't been in London in ages." He nods and smiles "Of course. Whenever you're ready." You look down at yourself "Right now I guess." John quickly grabs his jacket "Sherlock, are you alright with this?" He had by then taken his spot on the couch. "I do not factor into this. She is a Holmes, she can handle herself...... and I trust you." You laugh and say a quick goodbye to Sherlock, then leave with John.