His Doctor~

Chapter 3

His Doctor -Chapter 3

Blazing light and booming sounds invaded the doctor's senses. Her legs shook from the adrenaline. Running out into the bombing zone, her last route of escape... maybe if she didn't stop, if she had left that solider there... she wouldn't have died.

Dr. Watson heaved the heavy body of her colleague over her shoulders and continued to run for both of their lives. Small drips of blood splashed on her uniform from the wounded soldier's leg. Bomb after bomb drifted closer and closer to her location. Her ears rang a high pitched tone and her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She reached the edge of the dirt filled plain and stepped into the rocky woods. A higher ranked officer took the wounded man off of Jo-Ann's shoulders and shouted the plan of escape over the sounds of triggered explosives. Everything was a blur... running and running through dry trees and other warriors.

And perhaps that moment of time sealed her fate... she felt an immense pain sharply enter her body and spread across her entire being like wild fire. She gasped for air and tumbled to the uneven, rocky ground. She held her bleeding shoulder that felt like it was in pieces...

She had been shot.

The pain made her nerves scream for mercy. Her head pounded and throbbed like her soul wanted to leave the body that was making it suffer. Her vision faded at a rapid pace, and her short breathes grew shorter. The last thing she saw was a man in camouflage reaching for her limp body. The life she was blessed with, and worked so hard in, could vanish in a second... because someone decided to pull the trigger.

...Darkness...

Jo-Ann screamed out of her dream, waking up in her bed in 221B. She inhaled all the air she could gather in panicked breaths and wiped some of the sweat from her brow. Her dark blonde hair clung to her forehead and cheeks while tears started to cloud her eyes. She needed something familiar... something to remind her of her new life, that she was still alive.

"Sherlock!!" she cried out, "Sherlock!!!" Jo-Ann began breathing more rapidly and found her hot tears running down her face. She held her head in her shaking palms, trying to hold back her loud sobs. Quickened footsteps echoed up the stairs, and a surprised Sherlock busted through the bedroom door. Jo-Ann looked up at the worried detective who was still fully dressed in his black suit. He rushed to her side and sat on the edge of the bed. However he shifted awkwardly, not sure how to comfort the crying woman before him.

"Calm down Jo-Ann... just tell me what happened." Sherlock said slowly, gently taking her hands from her face.

"I...I-I-I" she began shakily, "I-I was back i-in afghan...Afghanistan..." she gasped. Her mouth opened to try to say more, but Sherlock shushed her with a finger. He took her into a tender hug, and stroked her messy hair.

"It's ok..." he said quietly, "You are here now. Your alive and well." He pet her head lightly and kept her in his grasp. Jo-Ann clenched his black suit jacket in both of her fists and continued to cry into his chest. Sweet cigarette scent and the warmth of the tall detective filled her senses. Sherlock had been keeping himself smoke free, but she would often find him hanging around smokers (smelling them in fact.). She sighed happily and found her breathing slow to a normal pace. They stayed like that for some time, not saying a word. Sherlock's cheeks grew hot, still holding the now quiet doctor. He cleared his throat awkwardly and Jo-Ann chuckled, pulling away from the flustered man.

"Thank you." She smiled, "You're just what I needed, Sherlock." Sherlock pondered the sentence, but just smiled back at her. His hand unconsciously caressed her face, and his voice found a new sweetness as he said,

"Get a good night's sleep Jo-Ann. I'll be downstairs if you need me..." at this, he rose off the bed, and politely exited the room.

Jo-Ann smiled happily and settled back down in her bed. And maybe instead of a nightmare, she would dream Sherlock tonight...