“You know for a genius you can be remarkably thick.”
"I can’t push it back into place if you keep moving around.”
“𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.”
anybody remember me and my below average fem!john?
if anybody is still out there i might revamp???
Joan tensed up when she heard another person’s footsteps. She was the only one working tonight, and most of the patients in her care were too ill to get out of their beds, never mind walk down the corridor.
She inhaled deeply then slowly walked out of her office, making her way to where the footsteps were coming from and slowly glanced around the corner. "Who's there?"
Joan felt herself wake and tried to open her eyes. She panicked slightly before lifting a hand up her her face and feeling the bandages that were tightly wrapped around her eyes. She frowned then let her arm fall back down on to the bed.
She stayed quiet for a few moments then let out a quiet gasp when she remember what had happened. She had opened a package that contained acid. That's what had happened. Acid was sprayed onto her face.
"Is there somebody in the room with me?" She asked quietly, her fear evident in her voice. She reached a hand around the bed in attempt to find somebody's hand.
DOOMSDAY AU || Open to all Sherlocks and Doctors
Joan sat down against the rocks and watched the ocean curl over onto the sand. She locked her fingers together and inhaled deeply. She let herself sink back into the rocks and frowned.
She'd been here months. She didn't know how many anymore; she stopped caring after four. She didn't care how long she had been here. She just wanted to get out. She had no Sherlock, no Doctor, no friends, no steady job.
She ran a hand over her face then began to sift sand through her fingers. That's all she seemed to do. Sit and play with sand while watching the water hit the shore repeatedly. And hope. Hope that there could be something that could take her back to Sherlock, back to her world.
After a while, she stood and brushed the sand off on her jeans before zipping up her jacket again. She slid her hands into her pockets and began to make her way home. She came to an abrupt stop when she heard the familiar churning sound and slowly turned, eyeing the blue box that appeared.
DRUG ADDICTION AU ||
After the fall, Joan became majorly depressed. The only way she could deal with every day life was by getting high on morphine that she takes from work. After a few months, she becoms addicted to the drug and can't go more than a few hours without another injection.
Joan rushed up the steps of her flat and dropped the small bad on her bed. She quickly stripped down to just a vest and tied a band around her arm before falling back onto the bed. She poked at the vein and smirked. "Perfect." She whispered then pulled a needle out of her bag and flicked it to get the bubbles out.
"There we go." She hummed as she gave herself the injection. She slumped back against the wall and smiled when she began to feel numb again. "Perfect."
Pre-Sherlock verse
Joan leaned back in her seat and watched the people enter and exit the coffee shop. She sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair before picking up the newspaper on the table and scanning through it.
After a few minutes of reading through it, she felt the chair opposite her move from against her leg and folded a news paper. “Erm…You alright?” She asked then looked at the other empty seats in the shop.
Joan pulled herself up into a sitting position slowly and looked over to the two baby boys that were asleep at the end of he bed. She smiled small and sighed contently and watched them in awe.