Holmes and I both knew this was the end. The battle royal. We entered the lab, senses alert.
"Back already!" That gleeful voice echoed, making us stop, our backs to each others as or revolvers were at the ready. "Maybe I'll take away your dog this time!" Holmes became tense.
"I won't let you." Holmes stated with such intensity, if it were not a time like this, I would have been flattered.
"Are you willing to bet his life on it?" With that said, a gun was at my temple.
"No…." I muttered, eyes wide. I tried to continue but I couldn't. I set the book down, running my hand over my face. It's been four years since I've come back, and everything was normal. Say for the fact that all the books I collected that were once made by Sir. Canon, now said Dr. John Watson. To this day I am still baffled by how it is even remotely possible, but nothing came. Plus, I was now in the books. The first one I was in was named Sherlock Holmes and Lady Luck. That made me smile some. But now, these books had true meaning. What ever was written, actually happened. I sighed, putting the book on the floor as I laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. After the life I lead with Watson and Holmes, it was weird adjusting to normal life. In the first year, I wrote a book that became a best seller. So, I got plenty of cash and am now living in the house my parents lived in. After two years two more years, I got bored and decided to start college. Now I just live in a boring life, with classes and bills and whatnots. As I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I couldn't help but wish for things to change…
*Sherlock's POV*
We were both breathing heavily, standing ten feet apart. The wind blew as the sun went down, the ocean turning orange and the sky pink. I looked down to Watson, who was knocked out, then back to Moriarty.
"How clever you think you are." He growled. "You took out all of my gangs, and found out where I was. You even kept up with me in hand-to-hand, but this is it." He put his hand in his pocket, making me tense. "This is where we will see who is the best." Watson groaned, going onto his side shaking his head. "This is where everything changes!" Moriarty came at me. We fought once more, hand to hand. I calculated his every move, but failed to deduce my own. Before I had the chance to notice, my own back was facing the cliff's end. He punched me, and I was now at the edge, the waters far below me. I looked down, then up at him with wide eyes. It couldn't be… Had he truly bested me? "This, Sherlock, is where you will see where my plans have been leading too." Watson sat up, finally taking everything in with wide, blue eyes. Moriarty ran at me, holding onto my shirt, smiling wickedly. "Hope you have fun in the next world." With a shove I was pushed off the ledge, falling.
"HOLMES!" I heard Watson shout, but then there was nothing, and I hit a floor. I ground, coughing as I opened my eyes, seeing smoke all around. I stood, blinking around the fog.
"I dear say Watson, next time we take a trip we shall take a trolly!" I said, but noticed he was not there. And I was certainly not back in 221B. As the smoke cleared, I seemed to be in a sort of kitchen. I noted the how everything looked so queer and foreign. I walked forward, seeing a light on. I reached what appeared to be a living area, only to freeze. I looked down at my shirt to see a remote attached to it. I looked back up, blinking.
"Oh dear…"
