Summary: Kate leads a somewhat normal life, until she awakes to find the characters from her favourite movie standing in her bedroom. She has to help them find their way back to their time, but in the end, she doesn't want them to leave. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes or its characters. I wish I did. I only own Kate Maguire.

A/N: Hi! This is my first Sherlock Holmes fanfic and I've tried to keep him and Watson as in character as possible, as I'll try to throughout.

I hope you like Kate and I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

I'm very nervous about this and I really hope you like the story!

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Into the Time Slip

Chapter One

Voices. That was the first thing that Kate registered as she awoke slowly on Saturday 20th March 2010, the day where her life would change beyond anything she ever imagined. Her dark hair was covering her face for the most part, the thick curls splayed over the lilac pillow case whilst her dark blue eyes blinked a few times, her ears tuning into the voices she recognised in no time.

"I have to say, Watson, this is all rather confusing."

"You think it's confusing? One minute we were in Baker Street...and the next we're standing here...in...wherever this is."

"Let's just think logically before we panic, Watson..."

"Yes...logically."

"We were in Baker Street...and we were discussing what?"

"Why Mary and I separated."

"There's no need to be touchy."

"I've just broken off my engagement, Holmes. I have every right to be touchy!"

Kate felt excitement rush through her system. She couldn't be hearing Holmes and Watson...it was just...no. No, she had to be dreaming. This wasn't logically or physically possible. Maybe it was the drink from last night still...

"Don't lose your temper, Watson."

"Lose my temper?"

Finally, the poor young woman had absolutely had enough, and she sat up, staring at the two men in her room.

"Would you shut up?" She cried with exasperation, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Ah..." Holmes said with a soft smile, "Good morning."

"Morning." Kate replied, "Would you mind explaining what the hell you're doing in my room?"

"We're not sure, madam." Holmes said, "We're trying to discover where we are."

"You're in London." Kate told him, "And it's Saturday 20th March 2011."

Holmes and Watson shared concerned looks while Kate watched them intently, her eyes resting on Holmes as he looked over the lilac room. He studied her posters, photos and shelving with interest, Kate's heart fluttering at the concentration in his eyes. He studied the wooden floor and then her built-in wardrobes, along with her laundry chest and of course a lot of the other objects in the room that would probably confuse him.

"There are items in this room which are advanced technological devices, for instance this one here." He said, patting her TV.

"Hey!" Kate huffed, climbing out of bed and revealing a short nightdress, which made Watson blush ridiculously, "Stop hitting my TV!"

"TV?" Watson asked.

"Television..." Kate replied, the two men staring at her as though she'd grown a second head, "Watch."

The young woman moved past them, bending down near the corner of the room and flicking a switch. She walked back past them and beckoned them to follow her, the two men doing so with great interest before she pushed a button on it, the screen showing a man and a woman talking with a brightly coloured background before them.

"Ah...the news." Kate chuckled, "BBC bores me to death."

Watson and Holmes looked completely confused and Kate felt sorry for them. Although she was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that there were two of her favourite movie characters standing and speaking to her, so she turned off the TV before Watson broke the screen by tapping at the thing so much.

"Madam, may I enquire as to your name?" Holmes asked, Kate gasping and chuckling.

"I'm so sorry, how rude of me..." She giggled, "My name's Kate Maguire."

"Miss Maguire, my name is Sherlock Holmes, and this is my good friend and colleague, Dr. John Watson."

"I know." Kate replied, "I'm a huge fan of you."

"Fan?" Watson asked.

"Supporter..." Kate explained, "Follower...fanatic..."

"I see." Watson said quietly, "I'm afraid we're very lost, Madam."

"Kate," Kate said softly, "Please call me Kate. And I can see you're very lost...two hundred years or so very lost..."

She sighed and thought of what to do. Firstly, they'd have to talk about how on Earth the pair of them could've gotten here, and secondly, she had to figure out how the hell she was going to explain this away to other people. She couldn't...oh, what a complicated mess...

"Right...I need to get dressed," She said with a soft blush, the two men gazing at her still with confusion in their eyes, "If you go downstairs and into the kitchen, I'll be down in a minute and we'll try and figure out what's happened."

"Thank you." Holmes said, both of them leaving the room and heading down the stairs.

Kate ran around her room, slipping on her jeans and a light blue jumper before running to get freshened up.

Downstairs

"My, my, Watson...look at all these contraptions..." Holmes said, poking Kate's toaster with interest before moving to look at her microwave, completely oblivious to what each machine did.

"Don't touch anything, Holmes." Watson warned, "This is her home and not yours. If you break anything she won't be happy about it."

"I won't break anything." Holmes protested, examining Kate's choice of curtains and dining furniture.

The room was a dusky shade of blue, black and white tiling lining the wall near the oven and the floor yet again wooden. There was a long metal bookshelf with many other technologically advanced items that Holmes and Watson couldn't get their heads around...for now. There again were strange pictures of Kate and others around the place, leaving both men confused as they looked at the room.

"Just sit down, you buffoon." Watson hissed, he and Holmes sitting at the kitchen table, Holmes unable to resist picking up the newspaper that lay on the kitchen table.

"Friday 19th March 2010..." He read, "So...we are indeed in 2010."

"Yes we are." Watson replied, "Just leave her possessions alone."

"This is a puzzler, is it not?"

"It is." Kate said, the men looking up at her as she stepped through the doorway, "Thanks for opening the curtains."

She sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face for a moment.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

-TBC-

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