Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've written anything. I hope you enjoy my first Sherlock fic. I'm thinking that this will be set sometime during the second season. Please enjoy and review!
Chapter 1: The Yankee in the UK
I have never been more nerve-wracked in my life than the moment my 3:30 flight from New York to London, England landed on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. It had been the longest flight I had ever been on, a full 7 hours and 40 minutes. A soft voice awoke me from me deep sleep.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to London. We hope you had a comfortable trip and we hope you enjoy your time here in England. Thank you for flying International." A blond flight attendant spoke through a speaker.
As the people in first class applauded around me, I pulled off my eye mask and straighten up. I combed a hand through my hair and popped a mint in my mouth. I have to admit, as much as I loved traveling I was grateful to finally be back on solid ground. I tried to let the fact that I was actually in another country sink in. I had never been outside the US before and had always dreamed of going to Europe.
The thrill of my trip was that I was going to be working as the head of the St. Bartholomew's morgue as lead forensic pathologist. I was proud of that fact. I'm sure a lot of people underestimated my talents, being the youngest graduate of NYU Medical School in the past 25 years. I, Dr. Rebecca Elizabeth Palmer, went against the odds and worked my butt off through medical school. Now I could take place alongside the best in my field. So when the opportunity arose to take a job straight out of medical school and one that lead me abroad, there was no hesitation but to reach with both hands and grasp the challenge.
As excited as I was, I couldn't help but be insanely nervous. Here was a single young woman from another country making it out on her own in a brand new job with what little family she had an ocean away. I tried to suppress my nerves as I unbuckled myself and carefully stood, giving my weak, stiff legs a moment to adjust. I bit my tongue as pain shot through my legs.
"Are you alright love?" An older British man beside me asked when he saw my grimace. There was only him separating me from the aisle.
"Yes." I said in a tight voice. "Would you be kind enough to give me a hand so that I may be able to reach the aisle? I need to stretch my legs something awful."
"Certainly, my dear." He took my hand and helped me in front of him.
I sighed in relief as I took a few stiff steps beside his seat. "Thank you very much." I held onto his seat as I bent my knees and stretched.
"You're very welcome. I'm Mark Benson, by the way." His kind green eyes shimmered as he extended his hand.
"Dr. Rebecca Palmer. Very pleased to meet you." I took his hand warmly.
"You're a doctor? You look barely out of high school!" He exclaimed gently.
I smiled. "I just graduated from medical school in New York. I'll be working in the morgue of a hospital called St. Barts.
The man gave a distant smile. "My grandson is in 's at the moment. Luke is 7. Problem's with his breathing. I am returning from a trip to New York City and I got him a few things. He's always wanted to go."
I pressed my lips together. "I am very sorry to hear that. " I patted his arm. "Maybe I could pop in and see him sometime?" I asked carefully, not wanting to be too forward.
"He'd like that." Mark smiled. "A young pretty thing like you. It would lift his spirits. Is this your first time in London?"
" Yes." I told him as he helped me reach my carry on bag. "I will be staying at a hotel tonight but will be moving into the flat that's been arranged for me tomorrow after work."
"Where will you be staying?" He asked as we left the plane and went through the terminal.
" A place called 221A. I spoke with a Mrs. Hudson on the phone last week." I answered.
" You won't live too far from me!" Mark brightened. "When will the rest of your things be here?"
"In another day or so. Why?" I asked, grabbing my only suitcase from the luggage pick up.
"I have an older grandson, Tyler. We could help you move in if you like. A lady shouldn't do it all on her own." Mark suggested.
"If it isn't to much trouble, that would be incredibly helpful. Very kind of you." By now I was at the exit of the airport.
Mark slipped a scrap of paper into my hand. "Give me a call when you can. Let me know when I can help you and how you're doing."
I pecked his cheek. "Thank you so much."
"No trouble, my girl." He hailed a cab for me as I stepped out into the pouring rain.
We said our goodbye's and I was soon headed for a hotel, a warm bath, and fluffy bed. Life in London was starting off on the right foot.
Sorry it is so short. I hope you enjoyed it and I will try to update over the weekend. PLEASE REVIEW! Lot's of love!
