Joan Watson is more than just a mascot (mascotwatsonia) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-07-09 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | joan watson, sherlock holmes (elementary) |
Who: Elementary!Sherlock and Joan
What: Joan is out and about and runs across a familiar face from home.
When: This afternoon
Where: A street in Lawrence near the park
Warnings: Um...Sherlock may think Joan's lost her mind. Joan may sigh. A lot. Otherwise should be low/TBA?
At least this time around, Joan wasn't finding herself in the middle of some major chaos like she had last time soon after her arrival. And now that it was summer here, she could actually spend time outside. So long as the weather was good, anyway. While it was hot and there was a chance of rain, currently it was dry, so Joan decided to go for a run. She ran around the park, becoming reacquainted with the paths there. She spent a good hour or so running before she came to a stop and got herself some water. She then found a bench to sit down and rest on.
It was strange to her to be back here and know she'd only been gone about a month, when she'd gone through several months at home. But she didn't exactly dwell upon the intricacies of time differential between the two worlds, it wasn't her area of expertise and she'd only get a headache. Instead, she turned her thoughts towards wondering what she should do here. This time around she was far more motivated to find a job. She wasn't a sober companion any longer, and she didn't want to go back to that because, well, she was done doing penance for her mistake. Sherlock had given her a new lease on life, given her something that excited her and that she was good at. Being a surgeon again was also out of the question. While she'd regained confidence in herself, she still wasn't going to trust herself in surgery. No, she wanted to do something that incorporated her investigating skills Sherlock had helped her develop.
Joan had an excellent eye for detail, so perhaps she could even try to see if she could get a job as a private investigator or something. Or she could try working with the Sherlock she'd come to know here. Besides, she worried about him even if she didn't tell him as much. But it was certainly an experience with him. He was Sherlock Holmes, but he was rather different from the Sherlock she knew at home. Yet oddly still the same. And just like the Sherlock she knew at home, she didn't like leaving this Sherlock alone for extended periods of time if she could help it. Though this Sherlock didn't exasperate her nearly as much as the one she knew at home did. Which she wasn't certain if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet, but she did enjoy not being perpetually exasperated.
After she rested enough, Joan got up and started walking, heading towards the complex so she could shower then she planned to see what Sherlock was doing. But not long after she left the park, Joan looked up to see a very familiar person. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, momentarily wondering if she was dreaming or if the Seal had seen fit to drop her Sherlock here. However, as his back was to her, her somewhat devious side got the best of her. Quickly spotting a small rock on the ground, she picked it up, aimed and threw it at Sherlock's back, managing to hit the intended target.
"Could have been a knife," she said in her deadpan greeting. And while she a typical stoic look on her face, inwardly she was glad to see Sherlock. She just wasn't going to admit that right off the bat.