My Significant Other?

Chapter 4- Mystery

John liked Joan. Maybe more than he wanted, but he still liked her. She was nice, sweet and almost exactly like John.

"So what is your history with Joan?" Sherlock asked John on their way home in the cab.

"We were in the army together," John replied.

"And?" Sherlock asked.

"And, what?" John inquired.

"What else? Come on John! Why are you holding things back?"

John sighed and started his story. "We trained together in the army. We both wanted to be doctors and had the same last name so we were always next to each other. Some people would ask if we were siblings or together. We would laugh and deny any phrase like that whatsoever. We grew close and became really good mates. And then I got shot and was discharged."

"So was she." Sherlock snorted.

"What do you mean?" John demanded.

"She was shot in her left arm. It's obvious," Sherlock remarked. John rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You're a mystery, Sherlock," John spoke as the the cab stopped. They got out and Sherlock paid the cabbie. "I don't think anyone could figure you out." Sherlock raced ahead John and opened the door.

"And that deduction is correct, my dear Watson," Sherlock chimed. John exhaled and started going up the stairs, Sherlock jumping behind him. They got to the flat and Sherlock flopped down on his chair, not even bothering to take off his coat. John took of his coat and started for the kitchen. He made coffee for himself and tea for Sherlock. When he came back in, Sherlock was sitting with his eyes closed and thinking. John set the tea in front of him and turned on the telly. The two stayed there for the rest of the night. They ate takeout, well, John ate takeout and Sherlock kept thinking. After dinner, Sherlock jumped up and started walking to his room. "But," Sherlock stated. "One person might be able to." John raised his eyebrow, unsure on what the consulting detective was talking about. So, John continued to watch the telly until he went to bed.