Chapter 1: Jo.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first Sherlock fic! I got the idea of having an AU version of A Study In Pink with a female John after watching the first two eps again with my best friend last night, so I just thought I'd give it a go! I'll probably still end up sticking to the script from the original show, and I'm sorry this first chapter's a bit boring! It'll hopefully get better from the next chapter onwards.
I'd really appreciate any reviews, as I've only written fic for Waterloo Road and gave up on a Doctor Who one so far!
Looking around at her surroundings, all she could see was her colleagues crouched on the dusty ground, guns in their hands. She could hear the sound of bullets piercing the air as she watched, stood behind everyone.
'Jo, no!' She turned her head as someone cried out and everything went into slow motion.
BANG.
Jo Watson's eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, breaking into a sweat and breathing heavily. She looked around her to find that she wasn't in the dessert anymore, just the familiarity of her bedroom.
'It was just a dream..' She muttered to herself, suddenly feeling wide awake. She lay back down and attempted to go back to sleep. Her breathing eventually evened back out after a while, and she slowly drifted back off to sleep.
Several hours later, Jo woke up again to find sunlight streaming through the gap in her curtains. She dragged herself out of bed, making a mental to-do list as she switched the coffee machine on and got a mug out. I'll go to the job centre to see if there's anything there first, she thought to herself. Then I'll go to some of the estate agents, see if I can find a flat. The coffee machine made a chiming sound, indicating that it was ready to use and Jo shoved the mug underneath it and pressed the button.
Jo sighed to herself and pulled now full cup of coffee out from underneath the machine. She limped over to the sofa, turning on her cheap, old TV as she sat down. She sat there for a while, sipping at her coffee and getting completely absorbed in whatever crap was on the TV in front of her. Eventually, she polished off her coffee and stood back up. She walked back into the kitchen, sighed again and put her mug on the counter next to the sink.
I s'pose I'd better get dressed, then.. She sighed to herself, headed back into her room and pulled open her wardrobe doors. She picked out a cream hoody, her favourite jeans and a pair of Converse and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, knowing that she wouldn't see anybody that she knew anyway.
A few hours later, Jo was walking through a park in central London with another coffee in her hand. She walked past a bench and she suddenly heard someone call out 'Jo? Joanne Watson?' She turned around to see a short, balding man with glasses sat on the bench behind her. She stopped, smiling at him and trying to work out who he was. 'Stamford, Mike Stamford.. We were at Barts together.' He said, offering a hand for her to shake. Suddenly, she remembered. 'Yes! Sorry! Hello, Mike.' Jo's smile widened and she took Mike's hand, shaking it. 'I heard you were abroad somewhere, getting shot at. What happened?' He asked her. 'I got shot.' Jo said plainly. 'You still at Barts, then?' she asked him, smiling again. 'Teaching now, yeah.' He nodded, smiling back at her. 'Bright young things like we used to be!' The two of them laughed. 'What about you? Staying in London until you got yourself sorted?'
'I can't afford London on an Army pension.' Jo replied. 'You couldn't bear to be anywhere else, that's not the Jo Watson I knew!' Mike said. 'Couldn't Harry help?' Jo grimaced, shaking her head. 'Yeah, like that's going to happen.' 'You could get a flatshare or something?' Mike suggested, smiling at her again. 'Come on, who'd want me for a flatmate?' Jo laughed, rolling her eyes. 'D'you know, you're the second person to say that to me that today!' Mike said, laughing too. 'Who was the first?' Jo asked him, interested.