sally x joan

A Highly Anticipated Arrival (A “Countdowns” Story)

So finally, I can reveal my Holmestice project. And it is…a new crossover series between Sherlock and Elementary! It’s starting off with five fics, focusing on the budding relati9onship between Sally Donovan and Joan Watson, and then later other members of the two shows will meet each other and there will be more interactions and stuff. Best of all, this is a soulmate AU, so you’ll see various other variations of counters and things (Elementary!Sherlock has two soulmates, BBC!Sherlock has an interesting deviation with the counter system, Lestrade married someone even though his counter hadn’t stopped and that caused problems, etc) so this should be fun. The first two stories are more gen but the last three deal with Joan/Sally more specifically. But anyway, please enjoy!

A Highly Anticipated Arrival - Sally and Lestrade arrive in New York for the cross-jurisdictional case they’ve been assigned, and upon meeting Marcus they find things might be quite a bit more interesting than they expected.

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“Cross-jurisdictionals. Have to love ‘em,” Greg muttered as he and Sally collected their bags at JFK International Airport.

Sally nodded her head in agreement. Not that she necessarily minded getting the chance to leave London, but there was usually a hassle and headache involved with working with another set of cops on a case. A territorial pissing match, in most cases. Especially when they realized they had to deal with a female Detective Sergeant. That usually went over quite well, she thought bitterly to herself. But she’d worked hard for her position and she wasn’t about to let an old boys club stand in her way of doing a good job and closing a case.

And what a case this was. Human trafficking was involved, and so not only were they being pulled in to deal with the NYPD because of the dead bodies that had been shipped from New York to London, but INTERPOL was involved as well, which was going to make it a headache and a half. But she was going to do her part, and do it well, and that was that. She was more than competent at what she did, even when Holmes had butted in, and she was going to prove it now.

Once they got to the exit they saw a young black man holding a sign that said “Lestrade & Donovan” and moved over to him. He gave them a wide and genuine smile. “You don’t look anything like what Holmes described,” he said.

“Other Lestrade,” Greg said with a wry smile. “There were two of us.”

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A Series Of Thoughts (A “Countdowns” Story)

And here is the last of the more gen ones! This is more from Joan’s POV, but there’s a little bit of Elementary!Sherlock being Sherlock in it. Just a note: I am tagging this as a Sherlock story even though there are no Sherlock characters in it because it’s pertinent to the series, just so you know where Joan’s head is at when she meets Sally in the next story. There will be one other story I dag as such, though Sally will be discussed in that so it will make more sense to tag that as Sherlock. 

A Series Of Thoughts - While accompanying Sherlock while he breaks into a warehouse to further the case along, Joan thinks about the fact that her timer is nearing its end.

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“So, will you tell me why we aren’t at the big meeting with Gregson, Bell, the inspectors from Scotland Yard and the jerks from INTERPOL?” Joan asked, moving the beam of the flashlight around as she followed Sherlock around the shipping containers that were forming a maze in the warehouse.

“Because, Watson, we were presented with a clue that we, as private consultants, can follow up on in the grey edges of legality that they cannot,” Sherlock said, looking at a number on a container and then moving forward. “It is vastly more important than yet another meeting.”

“But we’ll be working with the people from the Yard. We should at least meet them,” Joan said.

Sherlock scoffed. “You meet one Yarder, you’ve met them all. This Lestrade will be no different than the other one, who I had thought was different than the rest, but I was sorely mistaken.” There was a tinge of bitterness in his voice that Joan could note he was trying to cover up by sounding indifferent to it all, sounding blasé, but it didn’t quite work. She wasn’t going to comment on it. They didn’t talk about London, or his brother, or any of that. It was easier.

She simply followed him around, absently itching at the wrist with her soul mate counter on it. She hadn’t mentioned that it’s countdown was getting lower. She knew Sherlock’s had stopped when he had met Moriarty, and then restarted at her “death” and stopped again when he met Fiona, which was unusual, and he’d been obsessively reading everything he could in his spare time on everything about the soul mate counters. She wasn’t about to tell him hers was nearly down to zero and thankfully it was cold enough that long sleeves were fashionable so she could cover it up. The less he saw it, the fewer questions he would have. She didn’t want to be pestered about it.

She’d been perfectly content to never have a soul mate, to be honest. When she was a surgeon, she was so concerned with her career that love had never really factored into things. She’d had a few somewhat serious relationships, but she knew eventually the men would find their real soulmates and they would leave and she would be okay with that. After the death of her patient and her change in careers, she’d seen people sink into the depths of addiction for all sorts of reasons, but the worst were those who lost their soulmates. She resolved then not to look for hers. She knew she wouldn’t sink so low as they had, but she didn’t want to deal with such an ache, with such a hole in her heart if, Heaven forbid, she outlived the person meant for her.

Especially after she met Sherlock. She saw what knowing Moriarty was one of his soulmates did to him, knowing he was tied to her, and still knowing he had another one out there. The way he was with Fiona, though…it gave her hope. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she got her own soul mate.

But she worried what would happen to him if he lost Fiona. She really hoped he didn’t fall down into that deep, dark hole again where no one could pull him back out. He didn’t deserve that.

A triumphant “A-ha!” pulled her out of her thoughts, and she turned to Sherlock to see him standing in front of a shipping container, presenting it to her as if it were a priceless work of art. “Yeah?” she asked.

“Our scene of crime,” he said with a wide smile on his face.

She shined her flashlight over the shipping container and spotted flecks of what could be red paint or could be dried blood on it, and then pressed the flashlight into Sherlock’s hand and pulled out her cell phone. “Who do you think will be happier to get out of that meeting, Gregson or Bell?”

“Bell, but tell him to bring Gregson and the Yarders. I think we should stay on their good side, I suppose.” He held the flashlight over her mobile screen. “Tell them to come up with an excuse to leave the INTERPOL interlopers at the office. Let them be on the outside for once.”

Joan grinned a bit at that as she dialed Bell’s number. Hopefully they’d all get along. Well, maybe all of them except the INTERPOL guys. Those guys were first class assholes. Worse than the FBI. Any chance she could get to ditch them, the better. She put the phone to her ear once she pulled up Bell and then gave Sherlock a grin. “Hey, Marcus? We’ve got a surprise for you…”

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