Johnstian (for @LoyalWatson)

Sebastian lay back on his bunk, closing his eyes. The sounds of the other men around him faded away as he started to drift off into a light sleep. He never slept heavily anymore, not since being kidnapped when he was younger. He was always on guard now, always ready for something terrible to happen. That's probably why he was picked for the job of being the guard for a squad that was to be shipping out soon. Within the next few weeks, a squad was to head out, and this time, he wasn't going to be completely bored out of his mind protecting a bunch of idiots.

Well, no, that wasn't true. The squad was full of idiots, but there was one thing different about this one than one's he'd accompanied before. The medic.

Dr. John H. Watson, lead medic and Captain. He puzzled for a moment. 'Captain Dr. John H. Watson? Dr. Captain John H. Watson?' He chuckled lightly to himself at the second thought, knowing the first sounded much better.

Captain Dr. John H. Watson was a beautiful blond haired man with naturally pale skin, but because of their exposure, it was currently in a wonderful state of looking sun-kissed. He had the most beautiful eyes, they were like magic. Under one light, they were blue, and under another they were brown, and sometimes green. 'Central heterochromia' was what it was called scientifically. (Sebastian had gotten bored one day and decided to talk science with some of the other guys)

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep and the morning sun was shining in through the windows. He had to go in for a check up with the good doctor to make sure he was fit to go out with the squad in a few days. He quickly got dressed, tying his boots tight and making sure every other part of his uniform was perfect. He walked quickly to the medic's tent and took a deep breath before walking in. "Dr. Watson? Er...Captain Watson? Captain...Dr. Watson?" he called, closing his eyes, kicking himself for his stumbles.

A small chuckled came from one side of the tent. "You're going to be spending a lot of time with us, just call me John." the blond doctor said smiling at the sniper.
Sebastian felt his cheeks get a bit warm and he swallowed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "O-Oh...well...J-John, then." he murmured. "Uhm...I'm here for my check-up?" he asked, looking around a bit nervously. He had just remembered that he hated being in doctor's offices, and at this point, not even the handsome doctor was making it better.

John could see the fear in his eyes and the man smiled lightly. "Don't look so frightened, Colonel, I'm not going hurt you, I promise. I don't even have to give you a shot or anything, so there's nothing to be afraid of." he reassured. He helped the taller man onto one of the beds. "Alright, I'm just going to do some general tests to see how your reactions are." he said and smiled gently, trying to keep the man calm.

Sebastian nodded, nibbling his lower lip, calming slightly at the kindness of the doctor, but his nerves were still in knots. But after each thing that John had to check, his nerves seemed to calm a bit more. "You're really good at this..." he murmured, looking up at John quietly. "No wonder you're the one they value most." he chuckled lightly, biting his lower lip.

John reached out and grabbed the man's chin, bringing their faces close together. "You shouldn't bite your lip like that, Colonel, it's not good for your lips." he whispered, brushing his hand along the man's jaw carefully.

((I hate myself for this, but....TO BE CONTINUED.
I'M SO SORRY. MY BRAIN HURTS TOO MUCH TO FINISH. But I will.))

Another Johnstian (for @LoyalWatson)

After the events at home and his brother Cyrus running away to let him live his own life, Sebastian was lost. He had nothing. His family was gone, his home was gone. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do. All he had was the gun his father had left him.
He lived on the streets in the nearby town for a while and while living there he heard rumors about a war that was going on in Afghanistan. In hearing of this, he decided that he would try to get involved. If he didn't die during the war, he would at least have money afterwards from being a part of the forces to get himself a place to stay.
So after a few weeks, he went to the nearest station to enroll. He had to go through some testing in order for the officers to be sure that he was fit enough to join, and they also tested other things, like shooting. Sebastian by-passed everyone in that area of the training and testing. He had been shooting his entire life, and was a damn good shot.
He was quick to make it up the ranks while at base doing training and drills and other things. Before long he was designated to a team as their guard for when they were supposed to be shipped out. It was during this assignment that they met.
While out, one of the guys on the squad got into a fight with Sebastian, he couldn't even remember what it was about at this time, but he knew it had gotten him pissed off enough to shoot at the man. Not shoot to kill, of course, because he was part of the squad he was supposed to be protecting.  But he shot him, all the same, and had to bring him to the medic of the squad.
"Excuse me, you're the medic, aren't you? Er...Watson? Dr. Watson, wasn't it?" Sebastian asked as he brought the injured man into the tent.
The blond man turned around, a small smile on his face before he saw the bleeding man. "Jesus! What happened?!" he exclaimed, rushing over to help the man onto one of the beds that was set up.
Sebastian sighed. "I...shot him, sir." he said simply, shrugging a bit, a cigarette hanging from between his lips.
"You.../shot/ him?! But he's part of our squad! Why would you shoot him, Moran?" the blond man asked, quickly getting to attending to the man's wound, cleaning it and getting ready to close it up. He glanced at Sebastian when he didn't receive an answer right away. "Well?" he asked, looking at the man with a stern gaze.
"I...well...he threatened me, sir." he said, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly. "I don't...I'm not really a people person, sir, I didn't...I don't know how else to deal with people..." he added, looking down at his feet.
John sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Moran...you know that when you get relieved, you'll have to deal with people in the outside world. And if they confront you, or threaten you, you can't just /shoot/ them! You have to learn how to...how to talk things out!" he said, wrapping the man's bandage as he spoke.
Sebastian nodded, disappointed in himself, and upset that he had disappointed the attractive young doctor. "I'm sorry, Dr. Watson...I'll do my best to learn quickly."

((This one I don't want to continue, but I thought I'd post it anyway.))