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Part 1 of Dear John Series
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2016-08-27
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2018-12-14
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Dear John

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Summary:

An AU in which Sherlock is in Rehab and is required to write a letter to a random person in the military. John get's it, and they become penpals of a sort.

Notes:

Update September 2020 - there are chapters where blood and I had used screenshots of texts between the boys. Unfortunately a lot of the images were lost due to technical difficulties. I so apologize.

Also if reading this after The Lion Goes To Serbia I'm sorry my writing kind of sucks here LOL

 

John's replies are going to be posted every Monday.

Sherlock's will be posted every Friday

**Edit**

Find me on tumblr http://i-dont-shave-for-john-watson.tumblr.com/

Apparently I need to add that's this isn't in no way shape or form a representation of rehab in any country. This is, simply put, two friend having fun and writing an AU of a show just for the heck of if. So please don't take anything too seriously. Your face might freeze like that.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: 8th April, 2005

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Dear Soldier,

      I was told by some idiotic staff member at this god forsaken place, that writing a letter to one of our military men (or whatever you are) would help me in my recovery. Personally, I don't see how writing a letter to a stranger is supposed to help rid me of my substance abuse. They say writing to someone would help me feel remorseful regarding my past habits, but honestly this is just making my wrist hurt. I much prefer to type, but thanks to my meddling brother I'm not allowed near any electronics.

It is all thanks to my whale of a brother that I am in here. Really, who in their right mind thinks that forcing a grown man into what is essentially a cell is "for his own good"? This place is absolutely dreadful, round the clock care. I'm not even allowed to take a piss without someone watching me. Apparently they're afraid that I'll snort cocaine through my penis, or some such nonsense.

Well, this has been enlightening. I can already feel the evil pull of the drugs lessening as I write this. However writing this is becoming increasingly more tedious and I do believe it to be my civic duty to inform my doctor that her daughter has been stealing her prescription pad and has been selling narcotics to her friends.

Write back, or don't. At least now I can scratch this off my Wellness List.

Sherlock Holmes
Resident patient
PCP Clapham
378 Clapham RD, London SW9
9AR United Kingdom

Notes:

PLEASE NOTE! I did a quick google search for rehab places in London (I'm an American) so please don't judge me if the facility listed in the fics doesn't really do rehab! I just needed something to sound official!