AN: First Sherlock story and I'm not sure I'll do it justice. Please tell me what you think and what I need to work on. I own nothing of Sherlock or anything that is brought up because this story is an AU and there is gunna be stuff brought up that might not normally be brought up.
Baskerville Alternative Department (B.A.D)
"No man should be that gorgeous." Hillary stated to her short friend Eliza as the credits for Sherlock rolled. Hillary twisted her chocolate brown hair that was in huge waves around and tied a hair bow around it keeping it out of her face. Eliza simply pushed the short strands of red brown hair behind her ear where they both knew it couldn't be contained. Their roommate TV night was going much better than planned.
"I took it you didn't like the show. I believed you said it was brain raping you." Eliza said sitting the popcorn bowl on the foot stool.
"Well it was brain rape but all decent shows do that. This one more than others." Hillary squawked past a mouthful of popcorn.
"Go to sleep. I think you're delusional."Eliza laughed as she pulled the blankets out from the quilt rack.
"Nonsense. I'm making perfect sense." Hillary whispered to hide a yawn.
It didn't take much else to put the two into their deep sleep. That explained why they didn't feel the machine pulling them back. Scientist in long white lab jackets stared into the silver cases that now held Hillary and Eliza. They all knew something went wrong but it was a success none the less. Hillary was safe and home. Whoever came with her was a new subject that would have to undergo conditioning. This conditioning caused a debate in the group. The majority wanted to continue with it but there were several who didn't want to risk hurting the girl that came with Hillary. Everyone left believing they would continue with their routine. The scientists' first mistake.
One of the scientists snuck back in and unlocked both containers. The girl woke up first. The woman scientist put a hand over her mouth and silenced her scream.
"I'm here to help you. You have to take Ms. Adler out of here. From what we've gathered you two are connected. Her subconscious seems to remember this reality but her current memory is for your world.. The two realities battling in her head could cause a mental break down and kill her. You have to remind her of herself in your reality to keep both realities in her mind. Do you understand?" The scientist, Dr. Barns her name tag read, asked letting go of her mouth.
"Yeah. Keep her reminded of who she is or death. Not hard." Eliza whispered trying to hide her terror.
"You have to do everything in your power to stop her subconscious. Take this and run as far as you can. I would suggest London. Lots of people." Dr. Barns said handing Eliza a card.
"What happened? Dr. Barns? Wait who are you?" Hillary said looking confused and terrified.
"It's already started." Dr. Barns said with a scared look. "Ms. Adler here are your things. Go with your friend and leave as quickly as possible. Whatever you do don't come back here." Dr. Barns said handing Hillary a stack of clothes, a fancy purse, and heels as she pushed them out the door.
The two girls rushed out of the weird hospital like place avoiding anyone they came across. When they were in the elevator heading up they thought they were safe till someone shambled in looking wearisome with his eyes half closed. They slinked out of the elevator after being painfully quiet and ran for the gates that were slowly shutting after a car passed through. It was a miracle they made it at all, but to make it past all the army guys without being seen was just weird. When they were finally in a taxi heading towards London the silence finally broke.
"This reality what did she mean? Maybe this is like some parallel universe. That doctor called you Ms. Adler. Are you like Irene Adler or something? Are we in Sherlock?" Eliza showed her panic in her words.
"Elli you are twenty-seven years old. Do try to breath." Hillary said with a slight British accent. "What the hell is going on?" She screeched afterwards.
"Well your driver's license says your name is Hillary Adler. It's basically you but in British form." Eliza said looking closely at it. "I'm gunna guess we just escaped from Baskerville. That'll be a fun story to tell when we get back. If we don't die that is." Eliza giggled trying to lighten the mood but something seemed to be on Hillary's mind. "Hilly? You alright?"
"I…I don't know." Hillary said as blood dripped slowly from her nose.
"Hilly?" Eliza said but something was going on in her head that Eliza couldn't fix easily. "Pullover now." She said harshly pulling a wad of cash (pounds whatever.) out of Hillary's purse and handing it to the cabbie.
Eliza dragged her much taller friend to the nearest house that looked lived in and banged on the door. An older woman opened the door and was about to ask them why they were knocking when she realized there was a girl half conscious on the shorter girls back.
"Come in. Come in. Quickly. What's wrong with her?" The woman asked leading Eliza to the sitting room not bothering to help.
Eliza simply couldn't keep hold of her friend who collapsed onto the floor. "If I knew that do you think I'd be in your house right now?" Eliza said with anger in her voice.
"Will she be alright?" The woman asked in a shaky British voice.
"She's got a hard head she should be fine." After a long pause and some bangs from upstairs Eliza realized her mistake. "Shouldn't of dropped her." Eliza said slamming her face into her hand as someone raced down the stairs.
"Mrs. Hudson! Are you alright? I heard a noise." A man's voice said from the stairs. Eliza turned to see John Watson. "Oh dear. What happened?" He asked running next to Hillary's form on the floor.
"Not sure." Eliza replied wanting nothing more than to bang her head into a wall.
"Looks like head injury. We should get her to a hospital." John said but a sharp no echoed through the house.
Eliza knew if Hillary were admitted to the hospital than those people would find them a lot quicker.
"What's all this noise?" A taller figure asked trudging down the stairs.
"Appears someone's hurt." John said with sarcasm in his tone.
"Who is it and why are they in our house?" Sherlock asked coming into the light with eyes that took everything in.
John reached for the bag Hillary had clutched in her hand and pulled out the picture ID. He seemed a bit baffled and didn't speak for a few minutes. Eliza watched as Sherlock's eyes sparked with interest. He knew who she was before John even bothered to say her name. He totally had a thing for Irene and it was almost too obvious.
"It…it says Hillary. Hillary Adler."
"Move." Eliza said in her meanest commanding voice. She sat over her friend's head and started talking. "Hillary? You need to wake up. You're missing meeting the shouldn't-be-this-gorgeous guy who goes by a different name in this world." She mumbled all of this to where only Hillary could possibly hear.
"You are annoying. There is no way a Cumberbatch would be anywhere near me unless I were dead."Hillary groaned to life.
"You couldn't of woken up when I carried you in?"Eliza complained honestly glad to have her friend back.
"What fun would that be?" Hillary asked feeling eyes on her. She slowly got up and scanned the room hiding her fan girl emotions well. She locked eyes with a certain consulting detective and said with a smile, "Have to pay if you want to look vicar." She saw him give a weak smile. Supposedly this man was head over heels for her sister. Hillary wasn't entirely sure where the words came from but knew something was going on.
"Well…I think we should leave soon." Eliza said with a quick smile to John who didn't even bother to notice her.
"She's right. Thank you for your kindness and all. Do hope to repay it rather soon." Hillary said with an apologetic smile to Mrs. Hudson, but stopped when she realized Sherlock was still staring at her curiously. In Hillary fashion she stopped dead in her tracks and stared back.
"This is awkward." Eliza said as Sherlock and Hillary had a silent mind duel.
John turned to her seeming to notice her in the silence. He shifted from foot to foot as if suddenly realizing he was standing next to a woman and not a fifteen year old. "So do you like-" but he never finished.
"No I don't want to have a drink with you at any time right now. Maybe the next time you see me you can try your luck again because today I'm afraid Lady Luck isn't with you." Eliza said feeling better about her lack of being noticed. She wasn't that short and she deserved to be recognized.
So the two shorter people watched a mind battle that seemed to be at a stalemate. "Any deductions Mr. Holmes?" Hillary finally asked.
"Several." He paused and continued. "I suppose you have your own."
"Of course." she replied shortly.
"I assume you won't tell me these tonight." Sherlock said as he watched Hillary.
"This is a game Mr. Holmes. You don't give the secrets away so quickly." She paused and gave a smile, "Till we meet again Mr. Holmes and knowing my sister well it could very well be soon." She turned for the door and walked towards it only to stop and say, "Goodbye John. Mrs. Hudson. Thank you for your hospitality."
Eliza waited to ask her questions. When they got into a taxi and Hillary gave the cabbie a strange address she raised an eyebrow but lowered it knowing where they would go before she asked. They were going to seek an audience with Irene Adler.
Sherlock seemed very pleased with himself. John noticed the change in his mood from the laugh he let out as he ran up the stairs.
"Why so happy? Is that Adler girl going to commit some ingenious homicide?" John asked as his friend paced around the room.
"No nothing like that John. She's clever. Not as clever as me, of course, but clever none the less." Sherlock continued his oblonged circle.
"So where exactly does this put her? Is she with Moriarty?" John asked a little frightened with the thought of that girl on their arch enemy's side.
"No," He paused as if he was shocked. "No, John. She isn't daft. Moriarty and I are on a different level than her and even if he were to seek her skills out she wouldn't even listen to him."
"Why?" John thought it was a reasonable question but of course it wasn't.
"Why? John really can you see so little? It must be boring in your mind all that empty space that you don't fill. She is a business woman and what would Moriarty have to offer her? Nothing that will intrigue her. I guarantee she will be an interesting ally when it comes to Mr. Moriarty." Sherlock said jumping off the couch and sitting for a few seconds before he rushed off to his room.