A/N: OK, just so you guys don't think I have DID or something, Sherlock 2K
and I are kinda co-authors; we write everything together and post it under
this name. K? Good. Understand FIRST AND FOREMOST that I own nobody in
this story, not even the little ant crawling across the mantle in 221B
Baker Street ;) Enjoy, peeplz! R/R! In case you're wondering, this is
version 2 of the story. I had a few historical errors with the first
version. I'm a Sherlockian, not a Holmesian!
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Chapter 1
Looking back upon many of our adventures together, I find that many stand out as significant in my mind. Being the Americans' Independence Day today and given its relation to fireworks, this case was immediately brought to mind.
It was a dismal day in July. The typical gilded London façade was shrouded in a peculiar fog of sulphuric gas from the government factory that opened in the local shire. The factory itself was shrouded, though not by a physical fog-one of the mind. You see, many rumours surrounded it. No one knew what was manufactured in it. Some said new telegraph technology. Others said it was manufacturing illegal goods. Still others said it was no factory at all but a simply a nuisance imposed upon us by the new legislature. Whatever it was, it was heavily guarded.
Holmes and I took refuge from the humdrum of the street life in our sitting room. He was meditating on some secret problem of his own, whilst I imagined how the Queen's Diamond Jubilee would be. An elegant party was would be held for her that night. It was an exclusive party, of course, for government officials only. Everyone said the gatherings were splendid, but what did they know?
I was picturing her in her newest brocade gown when there was made audible footsteps upon the porch steps. Without moving an eyelid, Holmes cried out, "Mycroft, how nice of you to stop by! Please, the door is unlocked."
While I sat, bewildered, Mycroft entered with a broad smile upon his face. That was only the fourth time Mycroft had the courtesy to pay his brother a visit. Of course, the other three times were when he was in need of help.
"I shan't ask how you knew it was I, but I have the most wonderful news! You have both been invited to the Diamond Jubilee!"
I was speechless. No doubt through Mycroft's government connections he'd gotten us in.
"Yes, a ticket for each of you! Be there tonight. It's on the mall in front of the palace."
"What o'clock?" I asked.
"Promptly at six."
"I'm not sure if we can make it," said Sherlock.
"But why ever not?" inquired his brother.
"This could be the opportunity of a lifetime!"
After a moment of hesitation, he gave in.
"Excellent! See you there. I am off to finish a case. Adieu!" Mycroft left with his singularly extravagant air and left us dumbfounded. The Diamond Jubilee! A dream become a reality. It was absolutely amazing!
"What do you say, Watson? Let's get ready and be early!"
Just like Holmes, never lazy. We got dressed in our finest Sunday clothes and called a hansom over to our residence. The cabby seemed surprised when we gave him our destination, but we were there in less than ten minutes.
Buckingham Palace was stunning. Everything was as the people said: beautiful gardens, sculptures and tapestries everywhere, and guards that seemed as though they were also statues. They guards did not move until we tried to enter the palace doors, when they halted us and asked our business here.
"Who are you?"
"This is my friend Watson, and you may call me Sherlock Holmes."
"Holmes? I apologise, sir! Please enter!"
I could not hold back a laugh as I saw the guards' amazement at the presence of Holmes and I. Nonetheless, I was just as amazed to see the interior of the palace. Ornate gold that I doubted was leaf, crystal chandeliers, elegant busts, it was all amazing. A butler saw to us immediately and made sure we were comfortable until six o'clock.
I found myself exceedingly bored after a short period. I attempted to begin a conversation with my companion. "What do you think so far, Holmes?"
"I think nothing of it."
"Oh, come on! You must be enjoying this, too!"
He sat and smiled and meditated for the remainder of our wait.
"Holmes, you are a peculiar soul."
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These will all probably be short chapters, so bear with me. Review time! Thx!
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Chapter 1
Looking back upon many of our adventures together, I find that many stand out as significant in my mind. Being the Americans' Independence Day today and given its relation to fireworks, this case was immediately brought to mind.
It was a dismal day in July. The typical gilded London façade was shrouded in a peculiar fog of sulphuric gas from the government factory that opened in the local shire. The factory itself was shrouded, though not by a physical fog-one of the mind. You see, many rumours surrounded it. No one knew what was manufactured in it. Some said new telegraph technology. Others said it was manufacturing illegal goods. Still others said it was no factory at all but a simply a nuisance imposed upon us by the new legislature. Whatever it was, it was heavily guarded.
Holmes and I took refuge from the humdrum of the street life in our sitting room. He was meditating on some secret problem of his own, whilst I imagined how the Queen's Diamond Jubilee would be. An elegant party was would be held for her that night. It was an exclusive party, of course, for government officials only. Everyone said the gatherings were splendid, but what did they know?
I was picturing her in her newest brocade gown when there was made audible footsteps upon the porch steps. Without moving an eyelid, Holmes cried out, "Mycroft, how nice of you to stop by! Please, the door is unlocked."
While I sat, bewildered, Mycroft entered with a broad smile upon his face. That was only the fourth time Mycroft had the courtesy to pay his brother a visit. Of course, the other three times were when he was in need of help.
"I shan't ask how you knew it was I, but I have the most wonderful news! You have both been invited to the Diamond Jubilee!"
I was speechless. No doubt through Mycroft's government connections he'd gotten us in.
"Yes, a ticket for each of you! Be there tonight. It's on the mall in front of the palace."
"What o'clock?" I asked.
"Promptly at six."
"I'm not sure if we can make it," said Sherlock.
"But why ever not?" inquired his brother.
"This could be the opportunity of a lifetime!"
After a moment of hesitation, he gave in.
"Excellent! See you there. I am off to finish a case. Adieu!" Mycroft left with his singularly extravagant air and left us dumbfounded. The Diamond Jubilee! A dream become a reality. It was absolutely amazing!
"What do you say, Watson? Let's get ready and be early!"
Just like Holmes, never lazy. We got dressed in our finest Sunday clothes and called a hansom over to our residence. The cabby seemed surprised when we gave him our destination, but we were there in less than ten minutes.
Buckingham Palace was stunning. Everything was as the people said: beautiful gardens, sculptures and tapestries everywhere, and guards that seemed as though they were also statues. They guards did not move until we tried to enter the palace doors, when they halted us and asked our business here.
"Who are you?"
"This is my friend Watson, and you may call me Sherlock Holmes."
"Holmes? I apologise, sir! Please enter!"
I could not hold back a laugh as I saw the guards' amazement at the presence of Holmes and I. Nonetheless, I was just as amazed to see the interior of the palace. Ornate gold that I doubted was leaf, crystal chandeliers, elegant busts, it was all amazing. A butler saw to us immediately and made sure we were comfortable until six o'clock.
I found myself exceedingly bored after a short period. I attempted to begin a conversation with my companion. "What do you think so far, Holmes?"
"I think nothing of it."
"Oh, come on! You must be enjoying this, too!"
He sat and smiled and meditated for the remainder of our wait.
"Holmes, you are a peculiar soul."
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These will all probably be short chapters, so bear with me. Review time! Thx!
