Great Mouse Detective/Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century
The Space-Time Continuum Balence
Summary: A superhero makes a wish as her friend looks on. Then, she is facing Basil in a futuristic world. The catch, Ratigan came too and only Brittany has any clue what is happening. Great Mouse Detective/Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century Crossover.
Chapter 1: The Wish
Ottawa, Canada. 2005.
Brittany Birch had just finished watching a marathon of her favorite mystery movies. Basically, the Great Mouse Detective and a few Sherlock Holmes movies. She looked over to her…well… I guess she could be considered a friend. Tiffany Phobia was gazing over at her with a look of annoyance.
"You're such a geek, you know that," Tiffany said. "Those films where so predictable."
"Oh, you're just trying to be cool, Tiffany," Brittany rolled her eyes. "Just cause the criminals are always caught in the end doesn't make those movies predictable. You're just mad cause they insult your profession."
"Well, it's true," the girl stammered irritably. "I am not as stupid a criminal as Ratigan and Moriarty. They suck!"
"What is it with you and your criminal thing?" Brittany was angry at Tiffany's attitude. "Besides you make a much better superhero that a crook."
"Figures a Guardian of Courage would say that." Tiffany was getting a little angry now. "But I still say they stink."
"Whatever." Brittany waved Tiffany off. "I'd still love to meet one of the characters. I wish we could go on an adventure like their adventure. It would be a great relief from what we usually fight."
Suddenly, Brittany began to glow and the world began to swirl around her. Suddenly, she was gone and the credits fell on no one.
London, England. 1897.
Basil and Dawson sat across from each other both reading newspapers.
"Imagine, Basil. Honored by the Queen herself." Then, Dawson noticed Basil was not listening. "Basil. Basil!" Basil looked up. "Don't you feel proud at such an honor."
"It's not that Dawson," Basil said as he sighed. "It's just that I cannot believe that he is finally gone. Don't make any mistake, I'm glad he is no longer among us, it's just that—"
Then Basil went quiet as he began to glow. Looking across the room, he saw Dawson begin to glow too. "Quick, Dawson, grab your bag. We are going somewhere." Basil ran over and put on his hat and cloak. Then he grabbed his violin and vanished. Dawson quickly snatched his Doctor's bag and followed involuntarily.
Mrs. Judson walked in and sighed. "Where have they gone this time? I go to all the trouble to make them tea and they go out on another case. Humph!"
And with those heated words, she left the room in a huff.
London, England. Sometime in the 22nd Century.
Brittany landed on her side and winced in pain. "They couldn't of configured this teleport to have me arrive standing?" Brittany asked irritably.
"Hello, miss," a familiar voice sounded behind her. "Are you alright?"
Brittany turned around to the person helping her up and gasped. It was Dawson.
"Careful, Dawson," Basil said as he walked up. "We don't want to shock the native."
"Wow, Basil! You were wrong." Brittany stared at the mouse that was her size. "I'm not a native. In fact, I made a wish and now we three seem to be here."
"I suppose you don't know where here is either then," Dawson said unhappily.
"Actually, we're in the 22nd Century," Brittany said as she recognized the setting from a cartoon called 'Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century'. "We need to find your counterpart, Sherlock Holmes. He should be able to help."
"Basil, who is she?" Dawson asked, perplexed.
"I have no idea, Dawson," Basil said, then leaned over and whispered, "She knows more than she lets on. Watch her. She could be the cause of this mess."
In the Sewers…
Inspector Beth Lestrade was tracking Fenwick through the dark sewers. The wayward geneticist had stole a valuable holodisk containing information even her boss, Grayson, did not know. That ugly thief had lost her and now she could only see darkness ahead of her.
"Where are you when I need you, Sherlock?" she groaned. "First you disappear and then Fenwick. Just my luck."
"Hello, Inspector," a croaking voice said behind her. "Thought you could catch me."
"Fenwick!" she yelled as she whipped around, "you ugly criminal! You're under arrest!"
Another ugly voice laughed as a large bat came into the light, "sure sweetheart. I'm so sure." The peg-legged bat rolled his eyes and raised his 19th century revolver. "Now follow Fenwick and no funny stuff."
"Bu…but…that's impossible," the inspector stammered. "No bat grows to that size, let alone talk!"
"You just wait, sweetheart," the bat grinned. "You think I'm big. Professor Ratigan is a lot bigger. Maybe he'll introduce ya to his cat." The bat laughed and Lestrade fell silent.
Lestrade began to walk forward and then yelled in surprise, "Holmes!"
"You!" Fenwick yelled in disgust. "Surrender…or the yardie gets it!"
"Oh, I think it shall be you who will be surrendering today, Fenwick," the detective said as he smiled confidently. "You see, I have Scotland Yard coming behind me. Leave the holodisk and Inspector Lestrade."
Fenwick looked like he was going to argue when Holmes raised his blaster. The sounds of approaching pursuit seemed to make up his mind for him. He threw Lestrade on the ground. He took a moment to grin at Holmes before he tossed the disk up and ran—carrying the bat with him.
"Let's get back, Lestrade," Holmes said as he helped her up. "It seems we have a mystery on our hands."
Chapter 2: Suspicious Characters
At 221 Baker Street…
Lestrade strode into the room and looked towards Watson. "Where's Holmes?"
"I have no idea, Lestrade," Watson said as he looked around again. "He left after listening to a police scanner. He wouldn't say a word of what he was doing."
"But I need to talk to him," Lestrade said exasperated. "Why does he do this to me? I need to reach him, Watson. A giant bat is on the loose."
"You can't be serious, Lestrade," Watson smiled. "A giant bat indeed."
Then, Lestrade's wrist communicator sounded. "Lestrade!" Chief Inspector Grayson's voice came in over the speaker, "get over to Big Ben. That detective of reported some 'suspicious characters' over that way. If you can call two giant mice and a girl suspicious." Grayson laughed and signed off.
"Two giant mice!" Lestrade sighed. "If I hadn't seen that bat…well, we'd better get going Watson."
Big Ben…
"I think we're lost," Brittany said to Basil. "And I thought I had a bad sense of direction."
"I know exactly where I'm going," Basil argued. "I'm just taking the old route by Big Ben."
"Sure you are, Basil," Brittany rolled her eyes and turned to Dawson. "Dawson, surely you must see how lost we are. I see and I'm not even a native."
Dawson merely stared at the mouse and human and shook his head. They were glaring at each other again. Then, a siren sounded and a man ran up with what looked like a red gun. Then a flying police car landed and out came Watson and Lestrade.
"Wow!" Brittany said to the man who had run up, "you're Sherlock Holmes."
"You're under arrest," Lestrade yelled as she ran up.
"Excuse me!" Brittany glared at the young police officer. "We haven't broken the law. I demand a writ of habeas corpus."
"What?" Lestrade was confused. "A writ of—"
"—Lestrade," Holmes cut her off, "I'm sure there is no need to arrest them. We merely need to question them about the bat."
"Did you just say bat?" Basil was suddenly more alert. "Did he have a crippled wing? Or a pegged leg?"
"He had both. I saw him."
"Ha ha!" Basil said in triumph. "So Fidget is behind this scheme. I should have known."
"Oh, you are so lame, Basil," Brittany told the mouse. "My wish brought us here. And I think it brought Fidget and Ratigan along as well."
"Nonsense, foolish girl. Ratigan is dead. I saw him fall myself," Basil argued.
"Did you find the body?" Brittany had a look of outrage. "If you didn't then he is only missing, legally. Someone's in denial."
"Please, everyone be quiet!" Lestrade said. "And I want to know about Ratigan. The bat mentioned him. Seemed like he's the boss."
Brittany smirked. "I told you."
"Now, now, Brittany." Dawson tried to stop the two fighting. "It could be a different Ratigan. It could even be his descendant."
"He was a rat, remember." Brittany gave them her 'think about it' look.
"Cut it out, already," Lestrade said, annoyed. "We need to work together if we want to find out what's going on."
"Yes. You're right Inspector." Brittany nodded. "We need to catch Ratigan before he joins Moriarty."
"How do you know about him?" Watson asked.
"I think it's time I explained."