Not for the first time since John Watson had left for Afghanistan, did Sherlock Holmes wish he was here.

He missed him partner, his best friend, his boyfriend.

Without John, he had stopped eating again, and was back up to 4 smokes a day.

He held the last letter from John up to read.

Dear Sherlock,

How are you doing? How is life at Bakers Street without me? Tell Ms. Hudson, Greg (Lestraud), and Molly I say hi. I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly, but they needed an experience doctor for a few weeks. I'll be back to you soon.

Don't shot any walls while I'm away.

Love You,

John H. Watson

Soon, soon he'll be back

With John

"Watson, 10 minutes till duty." John's Colonel yelled.

John was lying on his for the first time in 2 days, getting a little R and R. One of the newest recruit groups got sent out, and more then half of them managed to get seriously injured.

So no, the doctor doesn't need any sleep or rest. He just needs to save their lives. He had been through this routine before with other Colonels, and of course with Sherlock.

Sherlock. The stubborn reason that once he did get a little time to him self, he couldn't even rest.

It was all so nerve racking. How would he eat? Survive without John? Sure, he had done it before, but now that he had a family, a person that cared for him, he finally had a reason to take care of him self.

Speaking of family... He laid his hand over his stomach.

He should probably send the letter to Sherlock that told of the little life he was caring, but he couldn't leave now. Only two more weeks, and then all three of them would be safe, at home, in a warm comfy bed.

But until then... "Watson!"

"Coming!" ...he would have to fight for their family. Someday, all of them would be proud of John's choice. Someday, they will all be safe.