AN: Hi! This is a collaboration story with kittykat7290. We originally wrote this for a chemistry assignment, but we had to throw in OUAT and H50 :) But of course, being the fangirls that we are, we had to add cameos of our other favorite fandoms. Me, being totally and eternally in love with BBC Sherlock wrote in Anderson - our lovable, annoying forensics guy. And kittykat7290 is completely obssesed with the Avengers, so look out for references! :)

Since this was for chemistry class - I know, we actually go points for it! - our OC is Andrew, and yes, he is based on our Chemistry teacher Andrew :) Okaaay I'm going to shut up now!

Enjoy the story!

Prologue

Marian sighed as she flipped the sign on the Locksley bakery's front door. Business was slow today, as it normally is. She walked towards the back of the small building to start the process of cleaning all the flour and dough that was crusted on the kitchen counter tops.

She grabbed a rag and started to clean the countertops. Puffs of flour flew out everywhere and Marian's hair and clothes were covered with the fluffy baking substance. She went to work scraping the bits of dough crusted on her baking tools.

As labouring as this job was, Marian wouldn't be happy doing anything else. Ever since she was a little girl she wanted to own her own bakery. It didn't bring in much money, but it brought her a bout of happiness.

A small smile graced her lips as she worked, cleaning every inch of her little bakery shop.

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1 hour and 30 minutes later everything was clean and how it should be, as Marian walked out into the main store to check the cash register. Her work had taken a lot meticulous concentration, so the sun had set before she finished scrubbing the flour from the floors.

All of the clean up took so long, Marian was seriously considering hiring extra help. She always likes to be able to control things, but this was getting a bit outrageous. Eventually her husband would get sick of her work hours being longer than his.

While Marian was covered head to toe with flour and dough, and she smelled like a big cookie, her bakery was spotless. She looked around in triumph before picking up her clipboard to go over tomorrow's shipments.

The holidays were at a bit of a lull right now, save Valentine's, but soon it would be March, and that always seems to be the month of birthdays. She would probably have to double her icing order with all the birthday cakes and everything.

Plus, all those trainee's always messed up or wasted too much icing when they try to pipe letters or designs. Another reason why Marian is reluctant hire more people to help. Sometimes, you just have to do things your self otherwise they're never done properly.

Suddenly the bell atop the door chimed as it was opened. Marian turned her head around towards the door, her butterfly hair clip sparkling as it hit the light.

"Sorry, we're clos- mph!"

The sound of a clipboard clattering on the floor was all that echoed around the quiet streets that night. Then, all was still.