His Doctor~

chapter 36

Again, I am so, so sorry. I've been really stressed out lately but I am going to get better :) If I lost any readers, I'm sorry I took too long. And for those who continue to read, thank you for being loyal and forgiving :) I hope this chapter is enjoyable and fluffy

Jo-Ann felt the fire grow closer and closer to her defenseless body. With all the strength she could muster, she tensed her muscles and shouted.

"Help!" she yelled and drew out her breath as long as she could. A second passed and Jo-Ann feared she still wasn't heard. But the sound of a scream very near told her she was. She heard gasps and alarmed cries after the child's scream. "Help!" She shouted again, only more strained this time as she tried to rock to her side, anything to get away from the flames.

"Oh my God!" Sherlock shouted and turned the brakes, forcing the motorcycle to stop. Marius hopped off as quick as he could to avoid falling and watched Sherlock leave the bike on its side, quickly running into the crowd. "Move! MOVE!" he shouted and pushed people out of the way. Marius caught on, and instantly followed.

Jo-Ann squirmed away from the fire best she could, surprised that no one was attempting to save her. Didn't these people care that she was about to be burned alive?! But hope suddenly came rushing back to her as she heard someone shout through the crowd. They were commanding people to move and got louder and louder, causing Jo-Ann to realize who it was.

Sherlock!

"Move, move, MOVE!" the detective continued to yelling and finally breached the crowd. "Jo-Ann!" He bellowed and rushed over to the fire, not even hesitating before reaching into the flames. "Jo-Ann!" he threw small branches out of the way, trying to get to his doctor. Marius joined in shouting but stood back as he watched the man dive into fire.

"Help!" Jo-Ann shouted loud and clear, aiding the detective's search and calling for him. Smoke clouded her vision and made her eyes sting and water with pain. Relief would have to wait with the feeling of immense heat by her legs, but hope was still there.

Sherlock fiercely shoved crates and wood out of the way, ignoring the raging flames. He needed to get to her, before it was too late! This was one of the few occasions that the detective showed how desperate he truly was. He caught a glimpse of her hand and instantly went for it. Their hands connected and formed a firm hold. Sherlock pulled her toward him and grabbed further up her arm.

The crowd watched in horror as he dragged a motionless body from the fire. Marius helped Sherlock by taking a hold of the doctor's legs and getting her further from the fire. Jo-Ann relaxed her muscles in relief as she was turned on her back, finally able to breathe. Her head swam with blurred vision and her neck was a little burned, but she was safe.

"Jo-Ann! Jo-Ann…" Sherlock tapped her face gently and examined her for injuries. Jo-Ann struggled to focus her sight but she knew who she saw. Sherlock and Marius, looking worried but relieved, kneeled on either side of her. The doctor let happiness outweigh the shock and lost consciousness.

The next few hours were nothing but a blur to Jo-Ann. There was the sound of sirens, loud and overlapping voices, hands touching her, lifting her, taking care of her. Obviously it was paramedics, but the constant feel of her hand being held was someone else. It could have been Marius, making sure she was okay like he always did. But Jo-Ann didn't want it to be him. She desperately wanted it to be Sherlock.

The detective waited by her side in the hospital, just as he did in Italy. He knew she would be fine, the doctors said her lungs were clear and head injury was nothing too serious, although she would have to stay overnight. Sherlock even smiled a bit when he acknowledged the fact her hair was short again. She did that for him, whether she said so or not. It certainly wasn't for that tutor… hopefully. Sherlock sighed and glanced over at Marius, who was opposite to him, holding Jo-Ann's hand and whispering something. Jealousy rose in the detective as a glance turned into a stare. The man hadn't let go of her hand since they entered the ambulance. Sherlock thought about doing the same, but they couldn't both hold her hand and Marius beat him to it.