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Welcome Home -Sherlock BBC- Oneshot
I'm standing in the train station in my full uniform. I know I won't take it off until I get home; Green pants tucked into brown boots, camo shirt with the white band around the sleeve, red cross emblazoned upon it. Doctor, it screams, doctor.
How long will it take before I see him?
The station is so crowded, I can barely hear myself think. People boarding the train think nothing of the soldiers who file out, run ot their loves, their lovers, their family, tears streaming down their sun-worn faces. They think nothing of me, scanning the crowd for that tall, handsome head of curled dark chocolate locks.
It's been a year.
A year far too lon
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"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"He
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nnnngh. i'll be in my bunk. 