1. Chapter 1 (1/1)

disclaimer: don't own elementary. if i did joan would have straight up beat irene for what she did to sherlock. but oh well.

author's note: i hate to admit that i'm experiencing some writers block on my watson down fic. i thought maybe a little one-shot would get the creative juices flowing again. as always please leave reviews good or bad. feed-back is what makes me want to keep writing! happy reading.

stranded

watson wasn't sure how it happened. one minute sherlock and her were getting in a cab in the middle of new york at rush hour, and the next, they were waking up in the middle of the woods with no cell phones and no food or water. lovely.

sherlock was the first to wake. he sat up quickly, looked around having honest to god no memory of how he got their. his eyes scanned the area looking for anything that might give him some sort of idea where he was. watson's going to kill me he thought. where is watson? his eyes continued searching when he noticed a person lying on the ground about a hundred yards away. at a second glance he recognized the person immediately. "watson!" he yelled to her but there was no response. he began to panic.

once he reached her and checked over her he began to calm. she was only knocked out. probably from whatever drug we where given, he deduced. once she had woken they began to walk, sherlock said they were heading south but watson could have sworn that he was just making it up.

"watson, tell me every thing you remember from today." sherlock told her as they walked through the thick woods trying to keep the bugs away. "i was ever so gently woken to you putting a jack hammer though the living room floor, thanks for that by the way." she shot a side ways glance at him, "i got up, took a shower then me and you had

eakfast." sherlock nodded at this, "yes i remember that as well, what about after that?" "um…. there was a nock at the door, but when i went to answer it no one was there." "whoever it was they just left a small package standing against the main door." watson said. "oh that's rite," sherlock remembered, "that's when i got a text from gregson, asking us to come down to the station," he continued. watson just nodded her head in agreement. "i can't remember anything after that," watson said. "me either."

the pair walked for hours. still no sign of civilization. it was now dark and after one to many trips and falls they decided to call it a night and try again tomorrow. one problem though. it was freezing! sherlock had his back pressed up against a tree; watson was up against him with her head on his' chest. they slept like that for a few hours. but sometime in the middle of the night sherlock was woken by joan's shivers. he was amazed that she was even still asleep. he placed both hands on her hips and lifted her into his lap. with her knees on either side of his hips she snuggled into sherlock's chest in her sleep. with his arms wrapped around her protectively he was able to snooze for a few more hours. he just prayed that someone would find them soon.

i know this had no story line or plot to it i just thought it might be how these two people would react if they were put in this situation.