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Summary: Dr. Weir and Dr. McKay find themselves on a planet that is strangely familiar..and yet completely different. (Crossover with Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century)
Archive: McWeir, Maureen O'Brien's SH22 fansite (all others please ask)
A/N: Mary Christmas challenged me to write a McWeir H/L crossover story...so here's the first chapter. Hope you like it!
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: McWeir, H/L
A strong aroma of decay and something else that she could identify filled Dr. Elizabeth Weir's nostrels. She wrinkled her nose and opened her eyes to find herself laying on a muddy river bank, inches away from the polluted water. Disgusted, she pushed herself to her knees and then fell backwards in her haste to get away.
She shook her head slightly, her brain functioning in a somewhat normal manner now that she wasn't in danger of being dipped headfirst into...that...and looked around. While the small patch of land she was sitting on was clear of any dwellings or signs of life--not even grass--the rest of her vision was filled with tall buildings and flying vehicles of some sort. So, she was on a planet with a technologically advanced society. As an optimist, she decided to take that as a good sign.
Now all she had to do was figure out where she was, and how she got there. No easy task considering the last thing she remembered was breaking up an impending argument between Kavanaugh and Sergeant Bates.
A frown creased her brow as she debated over what she should do next. She could stay where she was at and hope Major Sheppard or someone would eventually find her or she could wander around until she found the planet's stargate. Neither option appealed very much to her, so she decided to see if she could contact an inhabitant and ask for some information. It might jog her memory.
Her decision made, she rose to her feet, brushed the mud and dirt off her clothes as best she could, and set off in a general direction.
As she walked, pedestrians passed her, but gave her a wide berth or ignored her altogether. She frowned. She wasn't that dirty, only a stain or two. And some of them looked ten times worse, with food stains and God only knew what else.
Feeling a little frustrated, she stopped and happened to look up at a conveniently placed street sign. What she read there had to be a coincidence. But what were the chances of there being a Picadilly Circus in the Pegasus Galaxy? And what were the chances of there being a statue of a man, identical to one she'd passed in London during one of her trips?
"...yeah and New Scotland Yard officials 'ave no comment' on the Baker St affair," a voice from somewhere to her right said, breaking into her reverie, "but we know the real truth, don't we, Tennyson?"
Elizabeth had to clear her ears out, and then turned to see who was speaking when the response sounded like a series of beeps and whistles. A young girl, who looked no more than twelve and a boy in some kind of hovering chair with earphones and a bandanna covering his mouth, were standing not too far away chatting. Only the boy was using the keyboard on the chair to speak.
"Yeah yeah, I know," the girl said, "Mister 'olmes said not to say anything 'cause of National Security and all that...but..."
Elizabeth covered her ears with her hands and shook her head. This could not be happening. That girl had not just said Mister Holmes. That was way too much for her to handle. She took a deep breath and looked up to find the two of them giving her concerned looks.
"I asked if you was all right, Miss," the girl said softly, "Are you? Need any 'elp?"
The boy beeped something. "Right, and Tennyson says 'e can contact a doctor if you want. Got a direct net connection 'e does."
"Um..no...I don't need a doctor," Elizabeth quickly said. Then she eyed them. They were at least speaking with her, even if they were children. Maybe she could get some information out of them. "Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me what this place is."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Or the right, depending on how you took their reactions. Both of them stared at her in dismay, then looked at each other and nodded.
"C'mon," the girl said decisively, taking Elizabeth's arm, "We can take you to someone 'oo can 'elp."
Elizabeth started to protest, especially when she was led to a large, cavernous opening. This can't be the Underground...I must be hallucinating... but decided against it. She needed more information, and it seemed that in order to get that, she'd have to trust these two.
The brush of a feather against his cheek brought Rodney awake. He blinked and looked around, confused as to why he was currently laying in a chicken coop. Then he became more confused when he remembered that there weren't any chickens in the Pegasus galaxy. He sat up quickly, making the birds that had decided to use him as a roost squawk in displeasure and flap about, feathers flying everywhere.
He stood up and brushed his clothes off, wincing when his hand came into contact with chicken poo. Disgusting animals, chickens.
A better look at his surroundings showed that he was in a small farmyard in the middle of a big city. Excitment coursed through him at the realization. Maybe these people had a zed-pm! Or even if they didn't, they'd be great to trade with. They were obviously quite technologically advanced, judging by the vehicles zooming around through the air with the ease of a Puddle Jumper.
"Well, it's a good thing you woke up before we had to drag you off," a woman's voice drawled.
Rodney jerked his head in her direction and stared. She wore an all white uniform and a necklace that held a triangular shaped object. A badge of some sort? Well, that was a stupid way to wear it. A wily criminal could easily use it to strangle her. He opened his mouth to say just that, when she pulled a weapon out and shot him with it.
A golden energy 'rope' formed around him, binding his arms to his sides, and nearly making him fall over.
"Don't cause any more trouble than you already have, Mister," the woman growled.
This offended Rodney's sensebilities. "Me cause trouble? I wake up with chicken shit all over me, and you tell me not to cause trouble? What kind of planet is this?"
"A wise guy eh? Well we've got just the place for you. C'mon." She walked over to him, allowing him to see that it was indeed a badge, and that it said 'Inspector B. Lestrade', and then pushed him in front of her.
"I've got rights, y'know, and I don't think you should be pushing me. I have a delicate constitution a...euff!" He turned his head and shot the woman a glare as she pushed him square in the back, making him stumble. "I'll sue," he muttered, though he doubted very much this planet had any such legal system.
In fact, he didn't even know what planet he was on. He frowned and racked his brain. Nope, the last thing he remembered was Sheppard and Ford pushing him into the lovely lagoon on the Mainland. And he had only been dressed in his boxers. Now, he had on the requisitional grey trousers, blue turtle-neck sweater and boots.
"Excuse me, but...hey!" He shot 'Inspector B. Lestrade' another glare, "I'm trying to ask a question here! You aren't very nice, you know?"
"I've never been accused of that, no," she shot back, grinning, "Now be quiet. You can talk all you want once we get back to the yard."
"We just left the yard," Rodney replied scathingly, "What, do you people like to do business outside or something?"
"I'm really not in the mood for jokes, friend," Lestrade replied, her voice dangerously low, "It's New Scotland Yard and you know it. Now get moving. I don't have all day."
"New Scot...but that's impossible! I can't go to New Scotland Yard!" Rodney's mind raced. Was this some kind of sick joke, like when they had 'gated to the planet of the mist?
"Oh, well, too bad for you," Lestrade replied, not sounding at all sorry. In fact, she sounded downright gleeful. "Should have thought about that before taking a nap in a chicken coop belonging to the Prime Minister."
tbc