EPILOGUE
The fire burned out the darkness, and Sheila found herself opening her eyes with a gasp. She was strapped down to a medical table. At first she started to panic; thought they were trying to do something to her again, then the memories came flooding back. The woman had shot her, and she had been dying. That was the last thing she remembered.
Sheila looked around, letting out a hiss of pain when she tried to move her shoulder and upper body. A small lab, one she'd never seen before.
A door opened. Sheila looked over to see who it was and let out a stifled gasp.
Blonde cropped hair, brown eyes, military bearing but caring medical instruments.
The early twenties aged girl could very well be John Watson's daughter.
"Awake then?" The girl asked softly, coming over to Sheila's side. "How are you feeling?"
Sheila blinked as she stared at her. "Hm, um, yeah, fine. Uh, my shoulder hurts."
The girl snorted. "Well, that's to be expected."
Sheila studied her. "Army doctor in training?" she asked.
The girl nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
A slow grin came over Sheila's face. "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
THE END…?
A/N: Decided to do the author's note at the end this time, so I could address the ending. :)
Yes, I am (sort of) planning a sequel.
But there's a two year hiatus first. :P
(Mostly) Kidding...
I won't be working on the sequel right away, because I have other projects that need to get done, but I will be planning and tossing ideas around in my head. So while it won't get written and posted for a while, I will be thinking of it.
I'm also tossing around the idea of writing some one-shots featuring Sherlock and Sheila that would take place in the middle of the story, before they go to Baskerville. Does that interest anyone?
Thank you again to everyone who read, favourited, followed and reviewed! I've had lots of fun working on this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it!
#Sheila Lives!