Hello! Hello! Just a heads-up that this GMD fanfic is unlike any other. It'll leave you mesmerized from start to finish. As always, enjoy! Thank you! disneyfangirl774

One fine day, in Baker Street, Fidget was doing experiments with Basil like a scientist because the bat didn't want to screw up, which was why he had Basil help. They tested out in Basil's lab for fun. After all, it was Fidget's idea.

"How am I doing, Mr. Basil?" Fidget asked.

"Very well done, Fidget, as far as I'm concerned," Basil answered.

"Thank you," marveled Fidget, remotely satisfied without having to brag about a thing. Basil didn't reply this time, but he was glad his friend did well with experimenting with a supervisor. When finished, they went downstairs to see Dawson, Olivia, and Mr. Flaversham.

Basil implied Fidget's progress on evaluation with help. Impressed with Fidget's work, they cheered and together the five friends played basketball outside with Toby. When it was Fidget's turn to play, Basil thrust it to him. Fidget appeared to be alarmed and confused at first since he hadn't played basketball in years. In spite of this, without another moment's hesitation, he bounced the ball as he raced to the hoop and with as much courage he can muster, he hovered the ball up the hoop. The ball scored through the hoop while he hung and wiggled onto the hoop for dear life. Down there, his buddies screeched in approval as he flailed sideways, but he smiled at them in acceptance.

"Yay!" Olivia cried.

"Score!" hollered many others.

Feeling a mix of apprehension and bravery at the same time, Fidget let go of the hoop and to his relief, he glided downward and unified with his companions.

"I can fly!" Fidget beamed, "I believe I can fly!" Besides, his wing had healed after descending into the Thames.

"So, Fidget, what would you like to do next?" Basil inquired.

"Well, I'd like to hang out with Livy," Fidget replied.

"Count me in, Fidget!" Olivia agreed as she skipped by his side.

Everyone else watched the two leave for a private talk during their walk.

"You know, Livy, you're the best friend I've ever had," Fidget complimented.

"Thanks, Fidget," she put in simply.

"Not to mention, but as far as I know, Ratigan is gone," Fidget stated, "And I see no sign of his pet cat, Felicia. He tried to feed me to her whenever I fail him, although one time, I had everything off the list."

"Including me," Olivia recalled admonishingly.

For once, Fidget didn't argue with her. Instead, he ruefully hung his head and flung out his wings, pitching a little tantrum as she watched him uncomfortably. As Fidget relayed his misfortunes with Ratigan's cat to Olivia, he began to swear, causing the girl to cover her mouth in shock and give him an unsettled look. If Fidget remembered correctly, he heard that kind of talk from his father as long as he can remember. He had to admit to himself and her that he did.

It wasn't much of Fidget's obscene language that disturbed Olivia, but rather, him almost being eaten.

"Sorry," Fidget apologized, "But last night, I had a nightmare about her and Ratigan." Beyond everything, he didn't mean to rattle her.

"That's okay," Olivia told him, "You did a good job explaining your feelings, although you said a bad word and the cat part was what really disturbed me."

"I know," Fidget sighed, "I'm such a swearing machine, aren't I?"

"Well, you're not nearly as bad…for a 'swearing machine'," Olivia declared.

"Well, I guess you're right then, Olivia," Fidget blushed.

"What can I say? You do a great job on defending yourself."

"So do you and I appreciate that. That's one of the things I admire about you."

Grateful of Fidget's heartwarming speech, she gave him a captivating, passionate hug and Fidget gave her one back.

...

Back in Baker Street at night, Fidget watched Basil fire his gun at Mrs. Judson's pillows. Since Fidget was sensitive to loud noises, he hid himself behind a green armchair and covered his ears. As soon as the shooting halted, he peeked out at the floating feathers, but quickly hid back behind the green armchair at the sound of Mrs. Judson's scolding Basil for shooting her pillows. She thought he was teaching the bat to do bad things, but as the two mice bickered, Fidget picked up a bullet for Basil. "Oh, thank you, Fidget," Basil marveled.

"My pleasure," Fidget replied.

The next moment, Basil taught him how to determine whether or not the bullets match, but as it turned out, the bullets hadn't corresponded much to Fidget's dismay. He screamed, set his wings on his face, and swore, "Ohhhh! Dagnabbit!" Uncovering his face, Fidget irritably picked up the bullet with a frown and his ears flattened as he swore again and yelled, "I hate you!" In his frustration, he threw the bullet away and hung his head as he walked away. "Oh, I love it!" Fidget exclaimed sarcastically as he slumped on Basil's chair in sadness, rested his eyes and lied his head on his wings on an armchair. Luckily, Basil's violin wasn't on there. It was someplace else, where it wouldn't be broken.

Olivia, who was nobly concerned for the disgruntled bat, stepped inside the living room and sat beside him to console him.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

"I just wanted to know what's wrong," Olivia whispered.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Fidget moaned despondently.

"Come now, Fidget, I'm your best friend," Olivia persisted, "You can tell me anything just like earlier today."

"Alright! Alright! The bullets didn't match – that's all!" a fatigued Fidget admitted finally, a little louder than he intended, then he paused. Did he take his anger out on his best friend? No, he didn't and she did not take it that way because for one, he watched his tone of voice and he was capable of controlling his temper. Two, he knew better than to take it out on her and everyone else, despite the mishaps he endured when working for Ratigan and of course, his bad day. Again, Fidget wasn't mad at this point, he was just describing what his problem was, though he was still disoriented. Even so, it didn't bother him when she only asked him a simple question politely without prying. Why, he was merely appreciated by her company!

Olivia batted her eyes at his response. "That must be frustrating. In fact, Basil was in that exact same situation," Olivia said steadily, "So, that means, you're not alone." Fidget wasn't upset with her in any way. He just stayed silent.

After a moment's pause, Fidget yawned as he hoisted her up and gently set her down on the floor. Though Olivia was ten, she still liked being picked up. "I'm not feeling myself today," he fretted, "I'm just so tired and I need a nap."

"But this morning you were quite cheerful," Olivia reminded him.

"You're correct, Livy," Fidget said and nodded knowingly, recalling the formulations he had with Basil this morning, basketball, and his walk and talk with his best friend, even though as of right now, he was increasingly sleepy and his tight, tense muscles from all the stress relaxed.

Unbeknownst by the utterly sleep deprived bat, a tranquilizer hit behind his left wing- his once crippled wing, which alerted him. Olivia ran for cover to acquire Basil of Baker Street, Dr. David Q. Dawson, and her father.

In an instant, after Fidget ran, his body grew tense, and he nodded off in the living room, and started to breathe, then snore. Sure enough, he was going in circles, but was too tired to notice or care. In his subconscious mind, he dreamt that his pals will come to his aid as soon as possible and it was as if Fidget heard his parents tell him so while he slept.

Who is this mysterious creature and when will he strike next? The trustworthy detectives ratify to find out.

AN: The beginning of this story about Basil and Fidget inside a lab doing experiments because Fidget wanted to was based on a dream I had in fifth grade and them playing basketball with the Flavershams, Dawson, and Toby is what I came up with in my fifth-grade summer.

*As a reference for when Fidget was out for a walk in the woods with Olivia and him cussing by saying the SOB, while he mentioned being mauled by Ratigan's cat, Felicia, I dreamt about it in the end of eleventh grade. I'm also implying that when Fidget was attacked by Felicia, he must have sworn under his breath.

*As regards for the pairing up the bullets, I made up the idea of Basil teaching Fidget how to do it, especially when Fidget got mad and started cursing.

*Dropping the list may have been a case of bad luck. Well, there are two ways to look at the situation: It was bad luck and Fidget is in a hurry to be out of Basil's sight ... OR it was a matter of negligence on Fidget's part because he acted too fast and should've taken into consideration that Basil could use that list as evidence to track him down.

*To be on the safe side, Fidget doesn't have sleep apnea nor insomnia because if he did, he wouldn't get much beauty sleep, even if he had to get up sometime in the night. It's also safe to say that he had normal snores is more likely to get a good night's sleep.

*Sleeping relieves Fidget's stress.