Dr. Capt. Julia H. Watson
By Rurple101

Summary: Basically, this will be a story with one MASSIVE difference; 'John' is female and slightly different. I apologise if he/she (argh confusing!) are too OCC as this is my first Sherlock fanfiction...and for the record, I cried buckets after the S2 finale, I won't spoil it for peeps who haven't watched it! ;)

CHAPTER : 'Introducing Dr Julia Watson'

Dr Capt. Julia H. Watson stared aimlessly into her reflection from the highly compensated windows of her hotel room.

As she exhaled, her breath fogged up the glass furthermore and her left hand twitched. As much as she fought it, the urge to click her knuckles grew, until she did so and the sound reverberated around the silent and lonely bedroom.

Flexing said hand, she sighed, heavier this time and her head hung low as she clenched her eyes tightly shut to shut off the almost-constant flow of memories –none of them particular pleasant- and groaned.

Her emerald green eyes flicked open again and she ran her other unaffected hand through her messy and dark sandy brown hair, which was short enough to pass as a boyish look, even when it was tied messily behind her head. Gazing mournfully at her shadow in the glass she noticed that her hair seemed longer than she'd last seen it, when she'd been packing away her things at the base-camp at the front line.

Stop it, she commanded herself, you need to focus as you won't get across to your stupid cane any faster the more you grieve over the stupid imaginary injury her brain had fooled her into thinking she had.

Taking another deep and oxygen fuelled breath; she almost leapt off the bed and stumbled blindly across the mundane beige carpet. Her cane was less than two metres away and she knew that she shouldn't be so pleased that she'd managed two steps without support, when she reached it.

Steadying herself into the pattern of leaning heavily onto the infuriating crutch, she wobbled towards the hotel door, got outside, slamming the cold lonely and desolate landscape behind her…as she should.

It took longer than she wanted to get down the stairs, which only annoyed her further. The lifts were being repaired so they'd been closed. Why did she have to get a room FIVE floors up when the people hiring out for her KNEW she had this condition?

Probably to help me get used to taking action on my own, she thought bitterly and for a second she imagined them consulting her brother about recommendations. She snorted so loudly that people in the hotel reception jumped nearly a foot in the air as she passed by.

Sammy, being spoken to by her superiors? – That would SO not happen…and if it had, well she could have done with a laugh, watching him stumble over his words as easily as she had walking without aid.

When did the war make her so bitter?

When you got shot in the shoulder so you had to come home and return to 'normal' life, her logical side answered.

Her therapist had requested – Julia felt she was being child-minded rather than treated as a grown adult – that as soon as she'd 'settled into her new lifestyle' that Julia should come and see her.

But Julia had so badly wanted to skip it and never go to her, but her medical side had seen that she hadn't been raised to be rude, grumpy, emotionless and cold-hearted.

I'll get over it, she reasoned with her guilt. Once I get used to the lifestyle and I get into a good – she meant stable – routine, she would be ok.

Let's just hope I don't know out this lady…she snorted at herself again.

"Thank you for coming to see me Julia. I appreciate that this might be a difficult time for you – Julia scoffed, which 'Ella' ignored – but I know that you will be able to adjust to a healthy and comfortable life back home where you belong."

How patronising can this woman be? Her mental voice screeched.

Shut up and listen to the doctor, this is her profession, she knows what she is doing! – Logic kicked in.

I'm a doctor as well!

You're an army doctor and heal general wounds, she helps you mentally.

The want to snort was so bad that she coughed instead and smiled, painfully at the therapist.

Author Note(s): Seriously, don't kill me if it irritates you, sorry! ;)

THANK YOU - First Lady Lestat for poiting out my mistake with Julia's description! It has been fixed :)
- ardx - Julia only has one brother!