See right through me - Johnlock

Chapter 20 - Love at first fight

Chapter 20

Love at first fight

God I hate those pricks...

John thought as he walked home kicking the dirt as he went.

He had gotten into a fight again. It wasn't unusual since he had come back from Afganistan. The local teens liked to pick on him and beat him up.

This time he was sure he had a black eye. He had never intended to hurt any one but this time it had gotten out if hand.

They had taken his walking cane and began to hit him with it.

It was self defence! John told himself but it was no use.

He missed the war, but this was not how he had intended to relive those adrenaline filled battles in the heat of the sun.

The next morning John rolled out of bed lazily and dressed. He had no work, no plans, but his brain was still working like he was in the army. He awake at 5:30am every day with out fail. It was hard.

He walked into the kitchen of his tiny apartment and slumpped into a chair. He huffed as the ketle boiled and steam filled the room. He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes violently.

This has got to stop. You need to get a job, get a life John! Find some friends, get in touch with Harry if you must!

He raised hus head as the kettle pinged to signify that the water was boiled. He made himself some tea and returned to his place at the two person dining table in the kitchen.

After a while of sitting and sipping tea John walked towards the window. He opened it slowly and leant on the window sill. He took a deep breath. He relaxed and took another sip if his still steaming tea.

His mood however was quickly ruined by a unpleasent sensation. He opened his eyes to find egg plattered all over the window and himself. He scowled as the group of teenagers outside his flat laughed.

He slammed the window closed and almost broke hus mug as he slammed it on the drainer. He rubbed his face with a towel and flung the egg covered fabric on the floor.

He stormed out of the door and began to shout.

"Oi! You! Whats your problem?!" He bellowed. His short temper had gotten the better of him once again.

The group of teens continued to laugh.

"What you gonna do old man?!" They chuckled.

"I'll have you know that I have killed people." He growled.

"Oh! I'm so scared!" The mocked.

John walked faster and he almist snarled. He nostrles flared and he stopped still infront of the considerabley taller people.

They grinned at him as he huffed. He swung his arm and punched one of the 4 in the jaw causing him to toppled and fall.

One returned the swing but John dodged it and hit the boy in the stomach. The other 2 both flung them selves at John who couldn't move away this time.

He stuggled under the weight of the younger lads who were giving quite a beating. He resisted the urge to scream but he had to shout.

"Help!" He voice was hoarse and it cracked as he pleased for a rescuer.

He coughed violently as he took a blow to the chest. Blood splattered as his nose began to bleed amd his lip split.

I'm gonna black out soon. He though. Then I'll wake up in hospitla with no one next to me...

He closed his eyes tight and waited to pass out.

It stopped. He couldn't feel fist or feet pounding him. He cautiously opened his eyes to see a tall figure looming above him.

"Get up." It said.

John wobbled to his feet as he was handed his cane by the figure.

The man before him wore a long dark coat and a blue scarf. His eyes were an unreal shade of sky blue and his curly brown hair bounce on his head. His face was framed nicley by a pair of well defined cheek bones too.

"Thank you." John spluttered.

The 4 gangsteres that John had been fighting lay uncontious on the floor around him.

"You'r Welcome." Grunted the stranger as he walked away silentley.

John wanted to call out and ask if there was any reward he could wish for. He knew though, that a man like that seeked no reward.

John fumbled as he opened his flat door and went inside. He collaped on the kitchen chair and sobbed. What had life come to?

About 3 weeks later John was out walking. He was strolling through the park on this fine morning when he was aproached by a larger man.

"John! John Watson!" He called. "It's Mike! Mike stanford!" He smiled.

John returned the smile as they sat together on a nearby bench. Mike was a friend who John had been to school with. It had been many years since they had last seen each other and it was very a awkward conversation.

The conversation topics quickly went down hill as Mike mentioned houses and homes. John hated his apartment and he only wished he could afford a better one.

"I know some one." Mike said. "Who would share an appartment with you." He continued. This was came as a shock to John.

"Oh...uh yeah, great." He mummbled.

He soon found himself in a lab at St Bart's hospital with a young woman and....no, it can't have been. It was.

The same man who had saves him from that bunch of thugs 3 weeks ago.

"The names Sherlock Holmes. The address is 221b."

John was hooked.

A/N. Sorry for a lack of uploads, I'm quickly running out of ideas and it is getting hard to write. Arrrggg! Writers block sucks ass. Darn. ~ C