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kejsarinna March 21 2011, 21:25:54 UTC
It becomes a new ritual, their breakfasts. John isn't sure Sherlock ever ate with his team, before John. But now they always meet up if they're both on camp (sometimes John gets to leave base, either on a shorter patrol or in an ambulance when they need to pick up wounded soldiers near Bastion and sometimes Sherlock is on a long range). It's one of John's favourite times of the day, he soon realises. Sherlock is telling him everything he never wanted to know about the other people at Bastion, just by looking at them, and John is constantly amazed. He soon realises Sherlock enjoys his looks of wonder. He pretty soon also realises Sherlock doesn't seem to have many friends. He doubts Sherlock considers him a friend, but he's not willing to test it. He hasn't made any friends here either, really. John is usually just a nice guy, a good doctor but he hasn't been interested in getting to know his co-workers. He knows the basic things about them, he can make a good conversation and is definitely invited to play poker, grab a beer at the mess or watch a movie with them, but he probably won't call them once he's back in England.

No, John enjoys his time with Sherlock a lot more than with his co-workers these days. Sherlock isn't like other people, he's amazing. The things he can tell, the things he deduces from other people, simply stuns John and he himself tries to notice things about his co-workers and patients when Sherlock isn't around (he usually gets it wrong, but he enjoys it anyway). In the mornings they talk, and in the evening they watch Doctor Who. They sometimes walk around camp and John learns that no matter how much Sherlock might think other people are ”boring and stupid”, he seems to enjoy John's presence and even smiles the Doctor's jokes and his stories of everyday life at the camp. Sherlock tells him about is work, the parts he's allowed to tell. John learns about his team, and that Sherlock is with them because he's an expert, but they would hardly call him friend, or comrade.

There's one evening John will never forget. They've just walked around camp (with all of its white containers put together like rooms under roofs to make it look like houses) and it's still warm, but not too hot anymore, and the sun is about to set. The air smells of sand and the manure used to heat the fires in Lashkar Gah. The two soldiers are standing against one of the walls of the camp, and John has just said something to which Sherlock replied ”But we invaded Afghanistan” and it sends John into a fit of giggles. As he looks up at Sherlock his gray eyes glitter in the sunset and he laughs too, and after that he secretly thinks of Sherlock as his friend.

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kejsarinna March 22 2011, 16:00:29 UTC
Oh, this is so lovely!

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kejsarinna March 22 2011, 16:07:34 UTC
Thank you! *blushes* I'm having a lot of fun writing it!

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