Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes, Beth Lestrade and other characters belong to DIC. Dr. Watson belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Shirley Henderson and other characters that you have not seen before belong to me.

Me: Hello! This is going to be a Christmas Present to the people reading this fan fiction. Many thanks to my sister and father who said that I could not write abnormal compositions during holiday time. If not, I would not have defied them…

Alice: Just get on with the story please.

Me: Shut up! Don't mind her; she is upset because she is not in this story…

Alice: Because my initials are not S.H.

Me: Will you please stop interrupting me! Okay, here is the story.

It was late at night. Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Beth Lestrade were chasing Professor Moriarty down the sewers of New London. Finally, they ended in an underground chamber. "So, you have me cornered. Well, I say you have not!" Moriarty shouted at them. Suddenly, there was a loud flash and Holmes and Lestrade disappeared without a trace.

A couple of universes away…

Shirley Henderson sat thinking in her study. Her friend, Dr. John H. Watson sat next to her. "Well, Shirley, what are you thinking of?" He asked. "I was wondering what would happen to Mr. Holmes. I have the Professor's machine, but we could not use it as Mr. Holmes is currently locked up in Scotland Yard." She answered thoughtfully. Then there was a loud thud and two persons landed in the small apartment. "What in the world…" Shirley exclaimed when she caught sight of Dr. Watson's face. It was deadly white. "This is Holmes." He croaked as he flipped over one of the persons in the room. "But in your stories…"She began when Dr. Watson cut her off. He explained that due to protecting his friend's identity, he had to change the appearance of Holmes in the stories. When he was describing Holmes he was really describing the illustrator's elder brother. Dr. Watson then felt their pulses. "They are still alive, but I think that they should get a rest. Shirley nodded and placed the woman and Holmes onto beds in a spare bedroom. "So, what are you going to do with Mr. Holmes?" She asked. "I think we should leave some clothes at their disposal. Dr. Watson, I think you should lend Mr. Holmes some of your clothes and I shall lend the lady some of mine." Shirley said. Dr. Watson nodded and they both went to bed, for it was ten o'clock.