"Abbie! Come on!"

I was awakened from one of the best dreams of my life. I won't go into details, because you, the reader, probably don't care. But basically, Bailey and I were acting in the Sherlock TV series with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman.

"What? Why?"I whined, rolling towards the clock. It read 1:45 AM.

Bailey was by my bed, glaring down at me. That was quite a contrast to her moments before, pulling on Mr. Cumberbatch's curls for the part. "Because we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class in ten minutes. That was the whole point of going to bed early!"

Oh yeah. Our teacher, Professor Harry Potter, has been teaching us this class for a few years now. I can't imagine how he managed me, Bailey and Michael, my best friend's annoying younger brother, all in one class, but he's still teaching so if that doesn't tell you anything about dedication, I don't know what will. (Michael is now complaining because- 'there isn't enough detail! I am awesome, and they need to know that! I am also smart, cunning, and rule your face!' And loud, and obnoxious, and big-headed, just to name a few you didn't mention.)

I crawled out of bed, pulling on some clothes and my black robes. They didn't sort us into houses like at Hogwarts, but the council wanted us to use the uniforms during certain classes.

A little background could help, couldn't it?

Ok, so the council is basically the main characters from a bunch of more well- known fiction and a handful of operatives from the 'Neutral' dimension. That's where Bailey, Michael and I (and more than likely all of you reading this) are from. Neutral (abbreviated N.) is where all the ideas began. All other dimensions branched from the first. If you, for example, had an idea for an original book you wanted to write, and you went and wrote it down somewhere, it would be the start of a new dimension. No one could enter it until you share it with someone, thus allowing you to develop your world. If a book, movie, tv show, anything, accumulates enough attention, then it can be voted on by the council to see if it can become a dimension available to agents and if it can be trusted to stay true. If they answer in favor of it, the main character becomes a member of the board. If not, it is considered off limits. Most are trustworthy, though. The last time they blocked one off was when Twilight was found to be basically a love story, and Edward and Bella were too distracted by love to help the other dimensions. I could see them if I wanted, (its not off limits) but I don't think it would be all that interesting.

Anyway, these electives join together to discuss problems in their sector. Lately there hasn't been much need. The last time they convened was when Artemis Fowl was accused of throwing a kink in one of Percy Jackson's attack plans. There was a large opposition for some time over this, only ended when Mr. Adrian Monk proved that if Artemis had done it, he would have covered his tracks much more. (Turns out, it was actually committed by the Weasly twins.)

Now you are up to speed with all the important stuff about us. Back to the story!

We headed down the elevator to the third floor, where we keep the wild beasts from different sectors. One of these was the Sleet*.

(*Sleet- a small, wolf-like creature, with enchanting blue eyes. These animals can leave you entranced by their eyes, then devour you before you can get a good enough grip on yourself to scream. The only way to defeat them is either with a huge mirror to distract the thing with its own eyes, or to wear mirrored sunglasses, which can counteract the eyes, but not distract them, then use a spell to turn them to stone.*)

We walked into the gym a few minutes early. Now Im sure you've all seen a gym. This one is different.
'Really?' You ask sarcastically, 'In what way?'

First off, I'm sure you don't have projectors that can transform the whole place into almost whatever you want. Two, I doubt you've ever had to battle for your life in one against angry, hungry, vicious animals.

Professor Potter looked up from a book of spells he was reading. We exchanged the ordinary, "I appreciate you being on time, especially at such an odd hour of the night" sort of banter. We told him it was no big deal. Then he looked at me oddly.
"Are you all right? You look like your about to pass out!" Harry asked.

"Yes, thank you Prof. Pott.." I stopped, remembering that earlier in the year, he told everyone to just call him Harry. I corrected myself quickly, to which he complimented my manners. I smiled self-consciously.

As the rest of the students arrived, (all mostly half asleep, and some only half dressed, meaning they forgot their robe, or shoes) we took out seats. Harry began loudly. "Now, this morning, our good friend Merlin from King Arthur's court will be joining us."

A young man with straight black hair, deep blue eyes and sharp pale features entered. He wore well worn, tan pants, a blue faded shirt, a brown vest and a red neckerchief.

He gave us all a large grin.

"So!" He said excitedly. "Who's ready to play with wolves?"

After a half and hour of prep work, which included learning the turn-to-stone spell, proper position of the wand, and a huge warning about the sleets and how dangerous they truly are, we were allowed to begin. Each of us was assigned a partner, in case of an emergency.

I was told to work with Carter Kane, twin of Sadie Kane, an Egyptian magician (try saying that three times fast), and someone very easy to befriend. When it comes to magic, however, he is precise and accepts nothing but the best, which is why I admire him so much. I mean, I could never date him, we live in completely different dimensions (which could cause problems), first off, and second, because I think he likes another girl in his dimension, and I will not be the one to interfere with fate.

Now you may ask how different dimensions could have anything to do with dating, but it has a lot to with it. If, for example, we allow Shawn Spencer (from Psych) to date Nancy Drew (the Nancy Drew book series) then it could be the perfect match, but it would never work because the characters are made for someone from their dimension. Shawn is for Juliet, and Nancy is for Ned. That is life in this realm and no one can change it.

When we were ready, Harry let out the beasts. I took it slow and steady, watching his every move. His steps were slow, too slow. My vision blurred slightly.

'Oh no! I thought. 'I am not falling asleep!' But it didn't feel like sleep. It felt... sickly.

"Abbie? Are you okay?" Came a careful, cautious voice. Carter, obviously.

"I..." No! I wanted to shout, but, like a ball in my throat, I couldn't speak! My vision went blurry again. My knees gave out. Everything went black.

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Thank you for reading! This is my first published fanfiction, so any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. I have more in mind, obviously, so please keep an eye out if you liked it. I hope to publish more weekly, but those lovely life things have to happen, and those may take the whole day next week, so I beg that you forgive me!

There will be more Sherlock later (like, a whole lot more), but this was just to give you an idea of how all this works, since I'm at a writers block on the first. If you want to see that as well, I can try to get it up.

I own nothing except Abbie and TSS HQ. I do not own Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Psych, Nancy Drew, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Percy Jackson, Monk, Kane Chronicles, Twilight, or anything else I may have missed just now. Bailey and Michael are based off of real people, so they don't really belong to me either.

Also, my apologies to any Twilight fans! It just wasn't my type of story.

Thanks again for the support!