First Meeting [The Detective & Dr. John Watson]
The Detective could be a very patient man when the situation called for it. Oh, he still ran on spontaneity for the most part, but wandering the universe and its many parallels for nine hundred years will instil in anyone a few modicums of patience.
It was this fact that made tailing Dr. John Watson (until a suitable moment to ‘coincidentally’ happen upon him introduced itself) endurable.
Then again, the Detective mused as he watched the good doctor closely from across the street, even without patience these last few hours would not have been anything like a trial. He’d known that this was the man he had been looking for almost as soon as he saw him. Haircut and body language screamed military to his trained eye, the tan that ended where his clothes began indicated that he had not gained it on a holiday, therefore deployment to a hot country, which tied in neatly with Watson’s parallels. For the location, he was putting his money on Afghanistan for the sake of neatness with regards, again, to parallels, although Iraq was not to be ruled out. The lack of a moustache had temporarily thrown him, but one unexpected difference did not change the fact that he now had in his sights Dr. John Watson.
The Detective wasn’t quite sure what to think, a rarity for him. This venture - finding his own Watson after seeing all his parallels with their own - had been undertaken as something of a scientific investigation (to discover whether or not his Watson would still be human when he was not), and to provide entertainment. Now he had all but accomplished his goal, and he found himself eager to talk to this Watson, to find out how he differed to the other Watsons he had met, and if the two of them would interact like their counterparts.
Of course, it would just be conversation. Perhaps more than one, if this Watson ended up meriting it, but certainly no more than that. He was perfectly content to live a solitary life. If he wanted conversation, he conversed with the TARDIS. If he wanted extremely stimulating conversation, he visited his counterparts (currently, he was particularly partial to the one he privately referred to as Shabby Sherlock). He did not want or need company.
…But that didn’t explain why he felt so excessively intrigued by Dr. John Watson.