As I said on my profile, these are just a few random ideas that came to me when I was attempting to write the first few chapters of the actual story x
If you like these, then please go check out the actual story, Expectations and Explorations.
Love you all,
Jamie Scarlett

The Meeting

"Oh, James." I sighed, leaning against the wall opposite my best and closest friend. He stared at me, a little shocked by the breathless quality of my voice.

"Sam?" He asked, uncertain of his next move.

"You didn't realise who they were, did you?"

He looked confused. "No. Should I have?"

"Then, if you didn't recognise them, that means you probably didn't see the similarities that I saw."

"No. But as I continue to tell you, my dear Holmes, you always were more perceptive than I."

The two men who had just left us obviously hadn't gone very far, for they both turned and stared at us. The taller man, with stormy grey eyes that matched my own, focused on James. He was about to ask us a question, but his companion got there first.

"What did you just say?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows at James, as he realised he'd gotten us into trouble. James tried to answer him, but couldn't seem to think of anything definitive to say. I decided it would probably be best to stick to the truth.

"What do you think he said?" I replied.

He was about to answer, but the other man spoke in a calm, authoritative voice that was uncomfortably reminiscent of my own. "Watson, I'll handle this."

Watson! So that must mean... no. It can't be him, it just can't be. But it was. Sherlock Holmes, the greatest consulting detective in the 19th century. James and I exchanged a quick glance, his pale blue eyes widening in shock as he realised exactly who they were. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson - our great-grandfathers.

"How did you know who I am?" He asked simply. Again, James sputtered. I, however, smiled.

"I didn't, but I do now. Sherlock Holmes, I believe?" I replied, offering him my hand. He shook it, and I felt callouses on the underside of his palm.

Having confirmed his identity, I set about clearing up the name issue.

"He wasn't actually talking to you, Mr Holmes." I said, as politely as I could, folding my hands behind my back as I did so. "He was talking to me."

"Talking to you?" He asked, seeming uncertain. His expression was one of surprise, bordering on confusion.

Finally, James spoke. "Yes."

"But, why would he be talking to you?" Doctor Watson sounded completely confused. "No offense." He added as an afterthought to me.

James sighed and looked over at me, a question in his eyes. Should we?

"I don't think we could without messing up history." I told him, then turned back to Holmes and Watson, who were waiting for an explanation.

"He was just quoting something he read somewhere, I think. Weren't you, James?" I said, hoping he'd get what I was doing. Fortunately, he caught on pretty quickly.

"Yes, I was. We were just talking about something we read in The... Strand, was it?"

Watson smiled almost triumphantly and turned to Holmes, and as he did I was struck by the similarities between him and James. Their eyes were a close match, with James' being just that shade lighter, and the colour of their hair was exactly the same. The similarities ended there, as Watson was much older than James, who was just 17. Even then, they had roughly the same build, and I knew that James had an old archery injury (which he refuses to admit was my fault, even though it was) on the inside of his left thigh.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this random musing x If I get 3 reviews then I will post the 2nd random idea

Jamie Scarlett x