I wrote this a while ago and I just finished it. not the best thing that I have written, but I think it's okay. As the description said, this was inspired by the song, let me know if you can spot the references I put in.

"...delayed for two hours due to maintenance. I repeat flight number,,,"

John ignored the remainder of the, almost mechanical sounding woman, repeating message. It was just his luck that his flight was delayed. With a sigh, he rose from his seat, gripped his duffel bag in his left hand and pulled it up until it rested on his shoulder. He looked around the airport and found a little restaurant that didn't seem to be too busy. Seeing that this might be his last chance for interactions with civilians, at least for a while, he decided to go in and order a coffee. He was more of a tea drinker, as cliché as it was, but he had found that restaurants often had horrible tea. At the very least, he would get to talk to the server.

The place was rather small, but still gave off a comfortable vibe. There was self-seating and he took a booth with a window allowed him to view people waiting for their luggage. He was rather lost in thought until he heard someone clearing their throat.

John blushed, and took a look at the waiter. The man was dressed in a rather posh suit with a bow tie, that clashed with the white waiter's apron that he wore. His eyes were a shade that brought the color aquamarine to mind, and atop his head were fluffy, dark, curls.

"I'm sorry," John said. "Umm... I'll have a coffee please," he said. The man studied him for a bit and then simply walked away. For a moment, John wondered if he had even taken his order seeing as he hadn't written it down. Several minutes later, however, the dark-haired man was back with a pot of coffee, a white cup, and a little bowl with creamer pods. John started to fix his first cup of coffee, when, on impulse, he asked a question. "If it's not any trouble would you mind sitting down for a while and talking to me?"

The man studied him once again, and John regretted asking the question, that was, until the man spoke. "I get off in an hour." he said abruptly in a pleasantly deep voice, and then he walked away.

'Well I guess that is that,' John thought as he sipped his coffee. He nursed the last cup. Long ago having paid for his beverage, until he saw the waiter coming back. This time the apron was gone and he had on a black leather jacket. He paused at John's booth and gave him a questioning gaze.

John stood up and walked out of the airport with him. They walked for several minutes before coming to a park. The dark-haired man sat on a swing and John sat on the one beside him.

"Iraq or Afghanistan?" Came the question.

"Excuse me?"

"You are a doctor that is serving in the military, an interesting contrast by the way, both healer and killer, you were at the airport waiting to be shipped off, either to start your first tour or to participate in one last training mission. In any case, you are going to be deployed into a combat zone soon, so I ask again is it to be Iraq or Afghanistan?"

"That was...amazing," John said completely taken in by the words of the stranger. "We don't even know each others names and yet you know so much about me."

The dark-haired male smiled. "My name is Sherlock Holmes."

John couldn't help smiling back. "Well, Mister Sherlock Holmes, my name is John Watson and I am heading off for a month long training before being deployed to Afghanistan. How did you know all that stuff about me anyway?"

"I'm extremely observant," Sherlock answered.

"Well I think that it amazing, you really should be a detective or something instead of working in that airport restaurant."

"I'm going to be a Consulting Detective, but right now I need the money to pay rent."

"That sounds interesting."

Sherlock gave him a quizzical look that made John wonder what others had said when Sherlock had told them of his aspirations.

John looked at his watch and realized that he would have to leave soon. 'Just my luck I would meet someone interesting at a time like this'. "Hey I know we just met and all, but I was wondering if I could write to you sometime?" John asked quietly. He wondered what it said about him that this was the most fun interaction that he had, had for some time.

Sherlock studied him in that way that he had. "Wouldn't the usual candidates for writing be your family?"

John grimaced. "I really don't have much in the way as far as family is concerned. Never mind, just forget I asked. I wasn't thinking about how much of an inconvenience that it would be for you, especially if you are with someone. I can already imagine coming back after a tour of duty and getting shot by a jealous lover."

"It would be no inconvenience to have you write to me as I am not with anyone; relationships are not really my area."

John looked at him in surprise. "That's a shame. You have looks and brains, so you'd be quite the catch."

Sherlock released a half-startled laugh and John smiled, he had a feeling that it was rather hard to surprise this Sherlock Holmes.

Another look at his watch said that it was time to start heading back. "Well I have to go now. It was nice meeting you. " John said getting off the swing.

A piece of paper was then shoved into his hand, afterward Sherlock vacated his own swing and walked away. John frown and then opened the paper and saw a hastily scrawled address and underneath it was the name Sherlock Holmes.

John smiled at the slightly overcast sky, and thanked fate that his flight had been delayed.