Chosen for Fate

John: Good News and Bad News

A rather well groomed looking man, clearly home from military service, sat down in the back of the bus. His hair parted ever so slightly and the grin on his face catching the eye of a few female passengers. But he wasn't grinning at them, he was grinning looking down at his phone opened to the link titled "The Science of Deduction by: Sherlock Holmes" "Sherlock Holmes" John whispered to himself and nearly giggled, running a hand through his sandy hair. How many people in the world can have the name Sherlock you know? His phone number was on the website but he was too afraid to call. He had even seen a blurry photo of the man, nearly the same man he had seen in his dreams. Curly dark hair, pale high cheekbones, he even wore the same coat. John ended up giggling out loud to himself because the thought was ridiculous. He checked himself out of the hospital after being shot, grabbed his army pension, packed a bag, and ruffed it from town to town for 5 months. He had been all over the countryside, in cities, small towns asking about the name Sherlock. It wasn't until a month ago the blog had come up and he saw the name, Sherlock. Sherlock sherlock sherlock sherlock sherlock, and he headed straight to London.
"So it was a boys name after all." Was the thought the always presumed straight John Watson had on his mind. "Will I be bothered? Will my family be bothered with both their children having gay partners? Dear god my dad, what will he say? I mean he might come to the wedding. Whoa Johnny boy slow down you haven't even met him yet you shouldn't think about marriage. Dear god the wedding night what do -"
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a blonde woman sitting next to him on the bus. "Whoops sorry there looked like you were in deep thought." The woman said in a sophisticated voice. "No it's fine, don't worry about it. John. John Watson." He said extending his hand. "Damn," the woman said disappointed, "I saw you from across the bus and really wanted you to be a Harold. The names Mary, Mary Morstan." She said shaking the large hand extended to her. "So," she said picking up the conversation, "where you headed then? London?"
"Yeah actually."
"Annnnd?"
"And what?" Replied a nervous John, trying to act cool.
"What are you going to do in London? Do you live there? Meeting someone? Family? I'm just trying to be nice here Mr. not Harold."
"Oh no sorry my thoughts have just been buzzing around. I'm actually going out to meet my partner." He pulled a chain out from under his jumper attached to his ring and held it out for her to inspect.
"Dammit still doesn't say Mary. You were cute too. This Sherlock is a lucky lass."
"Lad."
"I'm sorry?"
"Sherlock is a boys name."
"Oh my god I'm-"
"Oh no it's fine! I didn't know he was a boy myself until a month ago."
"Oh well I guess it's not becoming so uncommon now a days. For uh.. Er.. Partners.
"I suppose." John was starting to grow tired of all these questions. God knows now many questions he is going to get when he actually meets the man.
"Well this is my stop. It was nice to meet you Mr. John Watson."
"Likewise Ms. Mary Morstan." Then the woman got off, and that was that.

John admitted to himself that she was attractive but he knew she wouldn't be able to compare to Sherlock. "God Sherlock is going to be a genius," John thought, "how will I even keep up with him?" John wasn't an idiot but he knew that Sherlock was going to be BRILLIANT. How would he keep up? Would Sherlock think he was idiot? What if Sherlock didn't like him? Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock -

"Sherlock Holmes" said the news screen in the front of the bus. John immediately snapped his head up, his intent eyes finding the screen.

"The detective who has become some sort of a celebrity these past couple months has been revealed to be a fraud, and has jumped to his death off of St. Bart's Hospital."

The brave soldier's eyes widened with fear as he felt for the ring on his chest.
It was ice cold.

John stood there in shock for a moment and blinked once, then twice. His jaw clenched as he put his army facade up, but he couldn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. The tears that in his dream Sherlock would wipe away, but now he never would.

AN: :D Kill me with fire