For this story I decided to go with First Person POV in homage to the style of the Sherlock Holmes Canon. I'll be labeling when the POV shifts to avoid confusion.

The Adventure of the Ghost Boy

Watson

Prologue

In my venerable old age I often find myself looking back on my life from many years before when I was young and healthier. Those amazing adventures that even now many people believe to be mere fiction that I lived through with my old friend, now passed away for a month, whom many people know as 'The World's Greatest Detective', Sherlock Holmes. Alas, time claims us all, as I know very well, having buried many dear friends, two very dear wives Mary and Rachel, and one of my sons, Colin. Yet even now my mind remains clear as ever, even though my body lacks the strength it once had. And now my mind goes back, back to the days before the Great War that claimed Colin, from before I met Rachel, to another century when it seemed things were simpler, yet so much more incredible, to one of the unreleased cases Holmes and I solved, with the help of dear Mary, and a youth known as Danny Phantom…

Chapter 1

It was quite a chilly January evening, about a fortnight since the death of that deplorable cad Charles Augustus Milverton, Mary and I were on our way home from a grand performance of The Mikado. Our coach was almost near the corner that led to our home when suddenly a massive explosion of light appeared as if from nowhere. The coachman yelled as his horses whinnied and bucked in fear along with three other carriages. Mary and I were both shaken by the experience, but the coachman was experienced and managed to keep the horses under control. As soon as I realized that the horses had been pacified I climbed out and asked the coachman, "What on Earth was that?" "I don't know sir, at first I thought 'twas a bomb, but I don't smell powder and no one looks too hurt. Could it have been some prank?" the coachman said in his rough voice.

I then heard a noise as if a voice in pain coming from an alleyway we had passed. "I hear someone, bring your lantern!" I ordered the coachman. "John, what's happening?" Mary yelled out the window. "I don't know my dear, but I intend to find out," I told her as the coachman parked the carriage and climbed down with his lantern. "I'll go ahead sir, I brought my revolver," the coachman said, and I agreed, having left my own at my house. We entered the alleyway and heard the sound of a woman moaning in pain. "Hello! Are you alright?" I hollered. I heard the woman's voice then weakly respond, "Help us." The coachman and I ran towards the voice and soon saw one of the strangest sights I ever saw.

A young woman of about slightly above average height with black hair and violet eyes carrying a black bag and wearing the most scandalous clothing I had ever seen on a woman; was trying to help a tall and muscular young man with black hair wearing strange clothing as well to walk. I could tell that her left arm was broken on the woman and she was bleeding from several serious gashes besides, and the young man was even more grievously wounded with numerous scars across his body and a serious head wound as well. The coachman took the man the young woman had been helping while I assisted the young woman and covered up her almost naked body with my overcoat. "It's alright, I'm a doctor, we're almost to my home," I assured the young woman. "Thank God," she said then fainted. I lifted her up in my arms and took her back to the carriage where Mary had helped our coachman with the young man inside and I got the young woman in as well. "Hurry man! There's an extra pound in it for you!" I told the coachman and he whipped up his horses to get us home even faster than usual.

As soon as we reached my home the coachman and I got the young man and woman into the bedroom and laid them down on the bed. "Mary, my medical bag," I told my wife and she went to get my medical bag while I instructed the coachman to boil water and grab some towels. While they went to follow my instructions I carefully stripped off my patients' clothes, and was even more surprised. Underneath the young woman's scandalously small…shirt, if you could call something so small a shirt, was another article of clothing covering her breasts which I also had to remove to ensure I could watch for any other wounds on her body. I also had to take of the girl's boots, of all the things a woman could wear, as well as her purple trousers to better look at a few leg wounds she had suffered. Luckily she was wearing a very small undergarment to hide her modesty. Strangely I observed that she was very slim yet hard physique, like a circus acrobat, and her hands were calloused, as if from using guns.

The coachman and Mary arrived just in time and I instructed, "Mary, clean off the blood on this young woman as best you can while I work on her companion." "Right," Mary agreed and went to work while I stripped off the young man's blue shirt and trousers and red shoes that were made of a strange material. Only a small undergarment protected his modesty like the young woman's. After this I then took rags myself and went to work washing the blood off his body and saw that his body was covered in about a dozen scars from burns and blades and three that looked like they were caused by a wild animal! It was obvious he was a fighter as well from his rough and callused hands. As soon as the blood was washed off I applied the antiseptics to his wounds and wrapped them in clean bandages from my medical bag. I noticed that along with his head wound that he had also broken three ribs on his right side and two on his left which I bandaged. Once this was done I went back to the young woman and applied similar treatment, she also had a few scars on her back and I could tell she had a broken rib on her left side as well.

Once both of my unexpected patients were bandaged up I paid the coachman and he departed. Mary looked at me and asked, "What on Earth could have happened to them?" I could only shake my head and tell her, "I wish I knew Mary."