I had a lot of people requesting for me to write an Elementary fic which was great as I love this show, but my other account has a lot of Nashville followers so I decided to make a new account just for my Elementary stories. If you want to check out my other account its: natbenson
When Joan goes out to for takeout she stumbles upon a car wreck that will change her and Sherlock's lives.
Chapter 1
"Sherlock I'll be back in 15 minutes, 20 tops, is there anything else you want?" Joan asks placing her scarf around her neck before fighting with her coat sleeve that refuses to let her arm through.
Sherlock appears in the hallway "Yes, please ask them for extra fortune cookies" he smiles whilst helping her into her coat
"You don't even like them?" Joan smirks lifting her hair out of her coat letting it fall over her shoulders
"No but I do rather enjoy reading the so called fortunes" he emphasises with an air quote
"Okay" Joan smiles rolling her eyes turning to leave. "What time is it? My watch has stopped"
"9:46pm" he nods checking his watch
"Thanks, oh and will you please take Clyde out of my shoe and stop pretending it's his boat" pointing into the living room where the pet tortoise was occupying the shoe.
"He enjoys it" Sherlock says before closing the door behind her.
"I swear it's like living with a five year old" Joan mumbles as she hurries down the steps and onto the sidewalk
After a couple of blocks she turns the corner, pulling her gloves out of her pocket, she notices a commotion further ahead. Squinting her eyes she sees the upturned car, dropping her gloves she breaks into a run.
Joan reaches the car and takes in its appearance, lying on its roof, the back smashed in and the bottom of the car which is now the top is caved in and notices a young woman sprawled on the floor next to the car, glass shards surrounding her. Kneeling down she takes her pulse, letting out a heavy sigh when she finds there isn't one. As she sees a couple more people come out of their houses, shock evident on their faces, she reaches into her pocket for her phone to call the police.
"Hello, there's been an accident…" when putting the phone back in her pocket she hears a muffled cry
Joan walks around the car seeing another girl no older than 21 crushed beneath the car, only her head, shoulders and one arm visible. Blood matting her forehead, eyes wide and watery.
"Hello? Are you okay?" Joan shouts
"I can't, I can't get out I'm stuck" the girl cries
"I called for help they should be here soon just hold on. What's your name?" Joan asks bending down to half lie on the floor to see the girls face
"Natalie" the girl breathes, wincing slightly
"Hi Natalie, I'm Joan" she smiles warmly "What happened?"
"We, we were just driving back to our dorm and this van came out of nowhere and then we flipped and we hit something… my friend? Is she okay? She went straight through the windshield I couldn't, I can't…" she begins to hyperventilate, tears streaming down her cheeks
"Hey sweetie, Natalie I need you to calm down for me otherwise you might…"
"… Lose consciousness and that wouldn't be good with the state I'm in due to my injuries and head trauma" Natalie interrupts causing Joan to smile
"You studying to be a doctor?" Joan asks finding a comfier position on the floor being mindful of the glass
"Nurse" she winces "Are you? A doctor I mean?" she shivers as the cold breeze hits her
"Can someone get me a blanket and two pillows?" Joan calls to the small crowd of people, some waiting for the police, some just being nosy
"I was a doctor" Joan smiles gratefully as an older woman rushes over to her with a couch pillow and woolly blanket before hurrying back towards her house as Joan asks her to check where the ambulance is and ask them to send the fire department.
Joan gently places a pillow on either side of Natalie's head asking her to try and not lift her head and covers the rest of her body not trapped beneath the car with the blanket.
"Thank you" Natalie whispers before turning her head to the side as a coughing fit racks over her body. Her face pales and fear covers her features as she feels the blood trickle out of her mouth
"Joan?" she asks staring up at the older woman wide eyed
Joan stares down at her, the terrified girl looking up at her fear masking her face along with the gash on her forehead that refuses to stop bleeding; trying to hide her worry she smiles slightly grabbing hold of her hand.
"Sssh look at me, it's okay. Talk to me, how old are you?"
"I'm 20, how old are you?" Natalie tries to smirk but it comes across more of a grimace
"Ha nice try" Joan laughs squeezing her hand
"You… said talk" Natalie gasps slightly her breathing getting shallower
"I'm 41" Joan smiles "Do you have a boyfriend?" she glances up down the street, hearing sirens in the distance
Natalie's eyes tear up "He died, 6 months ago Elliot went back in to the army and, and I got a phone call 2 months later" letting out a shaky breath she looks Joan square in the eyes "Kate, my friend… she's dead isn't she?"
"I'm so sorry" Joan whispers
Natalie lets out a deep breath mixed with a sob. Feeling a sharp pain in her side she lets out a cry.
"I need to get out… I have too, I have to get out somethings wrong" she panics
"It's okay help is coming just…"
"No I, I'm pregnant and it, somethings wrong I have to get out" she cries
Joan stares at Natalie, knowing that if she doesn't get out soon things will take a drastic turn for the worst. Hearing sirens approaching she whips her head up to look down the street. Turning back to tell Natalie that they're almost here she sees her eyes flutter shut, panicking she strokes her cheek over and over.
"Don't do this to me now come on, wake up" seeing her eyes open she lets out the breath she was holding. "Good girl"
"Hurts" she mumbles
"I know it does" trying to distract her and keep her talking "Do you have a name picked out?" Joan asks brushing away the hair that's matted to the blood on Natalie's forehead
"I wanted to call her El for short, you know for her dad but I didn't like Ellie or Ella…" she tries to take a breath in, feeling the shooting pain in her chest "… so I was thinking Elora"
"I like it, very unique" Joan encourages
"Kate was going to be the godmother so I decided on Elora Kate" Natalie smiles sleepily
Joan, not noticing anyone coming up behind her feels a hand on her shoulder.
"Miss? We're going to have to ask you to move over there whilst we cut her out" the fireman smiles politely but the worry in his eyes unease's her
Seeing a couple of paramedics rush over she lets go of Natalie's hand and moves to stand up.
"Joan?" Natalie panic turning her head
"It's okay, I'll be right over here, they're going to get you out. Try to lay very still for me okay"
Review?
I'm not sure how old Joan is supposed to be but I know Lucy is 46 even though she doesn't look it so I just went with 41, if there's any other age you want me to change it to I will