Emotional Context

Holmes, meet the other Watson

Chapter 1:

ELIZABETH'S POV

I stood on the sidewalk flipping through the file. 221B Baker Street. This is it.

"Alright, well, let's give this a go."

Shoving the file into my bag, I knocked on the door and quickly this older woman answered the door.

"Hello dearie! Are you a client for Sherlock and John?"

"Oh, well, not exactly. I am here to see John though."

"Then come along. Straight upstairs, just knock."

"Thank you!" I made my way upstairs, knocked on the door and entered. Upon walking inside I saw a tall, curly haired man typing away on a laptop.

"Can I help you?" He asked, not looking up from his computer.

"Hi, I'm looking for John Watson."

"You're here for John? Shocking, most people come for me."

"Very funny!" I heard a voice yell from another room. Soon John walked out of the kitchen. "How can I help..Lizzie?"

"Hi Johnny." I said with a small smile.

"Johnny..?" The curly haired man said as he gave the two of us an odd look.

"Lizzie, I can't believe it!" He said as he pulled me in for a hug. "I haven't seen you in ages. What are you doing here?"

"I'm back in town, so I thought I'd come see you." I turned to the other man. "Oh, I'm very sorry, I should have probably introduced myself. I'm Elizabeth Watson, John's younger sister. And you must be Sherlock Holmes."

"The youngest sister. I wasn't sure if I'd ever meet you." He shut the laptop and made his way over to us. "You must be busy considering you haven't seen your brother in a few years. You moved away to  different parts of Europe for work. Traveling for investigative journalism. Upon one of your trips you were in an accident which left you badly injured. You had broken your left arm which had required surgery to fix, I'm able to tell by the scar. You don't remember the surgery because you were in a coma for weeks I'm guessing. After being released from the hospital you had moved to a quiet country town to lay low in until you had fully healed before coming back here to London to see your brother."

I looked away, running my fingers over my scar. Flashbacks of the moments leading up to the crash and waking up from the coma flooded my mind. This bastard..this handsome, sexy bastard.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Holmes, for making me re-live that experience. I see that you're just a ray of sunshine, aren't you? The science of deduction. Very impressive."

"You were in an accident? Why didn't you tell me?!" John yelled. Oh John, I forgot how exasperated you get.

"Oh, he didn't know? Well, John, where did you think your sister was this whole time?" He turned to me. "I'm surprised that you knew about the science of deduction. I see you did your research."

"It's what I do." I smirked at him. "I personally think what you do is rather interesting."

Sherlock and I just stood there staring at each other. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue.

"Sherlock, stop deducing my sister. Elizabeth Laura Christine, you were in an accident?!" John yelled.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, John. I've recovered."

"You need to tell me what happened, right now." He pulled me over to the couch and sat me down.

I hesitated for a moment. The thought of having to recall what occurred during that trip was horrifying but I knew John would be persistent. "We were in Amsterdam. Ana and I had to take care of an international case. You remember Ana, don't you?" I shook my head. "Anyway as Sherlock correctly deduced we were in an accident. She and I were in the car when another vehicle hit us head on. Ana was killed instantly and I wound up in a coma for a little over two weeks. I had a broken arm and a few broken ribs. When I woke up and found out the news about Ana I sobbed. The police also told me they don't know who the other driver was. So once I was able to leave the hospital I went to Scotland to lay low for awhile and rest. Now here I am."