Chosen for Fate

John: Deployed

Right after getting out of Highschool John enlisted in the army. There was nothing left for him at home. His "dad" had kicked him out a couple months prior to graduation after he found John's ring and he had been crashing at Greg's [ now in college ] new flat. When he was walking around graduation he was given a pamphlet describing army life and the many things you could do. He wanted to be a doctor anyway so why not an army doctor. "Doctor Watson. I quite like the sound of that." He said as he scored third highest in his class in medical school. And soon enough he was to be deployed to Afghanistan three months later to be the medic of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. He was now on the bus fidgeting with his ring on his finger, twirling the silver band around and around and occasionally
looking down at the name he had seen so many times but never knew.
"Maybe a sherlock will come on the bus. Maybe a sherlock is in the army. Or maybe my sherlock is a sexy doctor. Or maybe he's a terrorist. What if I have to kill him? What if he's NOT EVEN THERE WATSON GET A GRIP." His thoughts continued this pattern on the bus, to the airport, flying over the seas, and finally getting to his station.
He was introduced to a very interesting man named major sholto whom he took a liking too almost instantly. After a brief introduction to his "new family" he got settled in to his barrack which was basically 12 bunks lined up nearly frame to frame in a very short room. On his bed sat a silver chain. "For your ring," said major sholto, "dangerous to where it on one's finger in battle. Keep it on the chain." John just nodded and slipped of his ring carefully so no one would see the name. He didn't need or want to repeat what happened with his rugby mates.

After two weeks wizzed by he was sent Immediately to the front lines because of his skills and his entire squad's skills. As he packed his bag and was about to head off Sholto stopped him at the door. "Watson," he said and paused looking down then looking back up at the young soldiers face, "be careful, a'right?" John just flashed a quick grin and placed his hand on his major's shoulder, "I'll try" he said and nodded then head out the door.

--------- some time later ------------------

Bullets. That's all john really remembers of that one particular battle. So many, way too many for a medic to handle. He was a soldier yes, and he liked the danger yes, but doctor came first and there were too many people down to treat. He ran to the nearest and knelt down. Bandages, pain pill, repeat. Bandages, pain pill, repeat. Bandages, pain p-" the doctor fell backwards with a loud thump dazing his head. "What medic takes care of medic" he thought and almost giggled. "I'm shot, stop giggling" he winced as he arched his back to try and ease some of the pain. "Shoulder wound" he grunted as he moved his fingers towards it feeling the blood pool around his shoulders. The dust from the sand was getting into it causing irritation and for him to wince and writhe on the dessert floor even more. He didn't realize the salty tears coming down his face. He didn't notice all of his friends dying around him. He didn't notice the enemy standing over him shoring questions. He didn't realize when the back up came. He didn't notice when he was out onto a stretcher and taken to a hospital. And he didn't realize the small dent in his ring, that caused the bullet to go slightly of corse.

AN: sorry it took so long to update I was sick! Which is never fun.. Like this chapter! So sorry it's late and bad but what are you gonna do. Well be a nether writer obviously but oh well. Thanks for reading love you all and maybe leave a nice comment IN ANTICIPATION for the idea of my next chapter. [ insert evil moffat laugh ] Okay love you okay bye.
- EMMA [ which is my name ]