Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. John H. Watson. He belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Adeline Chai was in her study, typing the last of her Sherlock Holmes mystery fanfiction. It took five days and four hours to think of it, let alone write it down. But at last, it was finished. It was not seven o'clock yet, and she was bored. She decided to write her Chinese composition. Since it was a free topic essay, she wrote about her job as a freelance writing and about her essays. It was a three hundred character essay. Adeline wrote her Chinese name down and, feeling mischievous, wrote down the following words in Chinese with an alcohol based invisible ink:
"I wish I could meet the other Sherlock Holmes fanfiction writers!"
Just as she wrote the last stroke, a white light emitted from the large computer screen. It swallowed Adeline, and she could see nothing else.
At that same instance, all the other Sherlock Holmes fanfiction writers disappeared. Except, for two people, Mary Morstan Watson the last descendant of Dr. John H. Watson M. D.; and Maggie Tan, a common Chinese citizen.
Mary was had been banned from the computer and the internet. It was part of being punished for not choosing medicine as one of her classes. That day, her father George Aloysius Watson had so clearly claimed that all Watsons must have the prefix Dr. They could either be a doctor, a forensic pathologist or gained a Ph. D, but she had chosen something very different. She had chosen to become a police detective. Her mother persuaded her and even banned her from the many things she loved. It was only when her father threatened to disown her did she finally considered giving up detection as a career.
She loved her uncle James, that sweet, amiable man who was always ready to help. She could not stand being disowned and allowing her uncle to not acknowledge her. Deep down inside her heart, he was the only one she loved. It was the accident at her uncle's house that made her free to choose.
It was the reunion of the Watsons and Mary had not been able attend due to a class. A fire had broken out in the middle of the party and everyone had been burned to death. Even her uncle was not spared. His charred body could not been found. The court had ruled it as an accident, but Mary had not been so sure. She found matches and some traces of an accelerant but the police thought the matches were for lighting the candles to commemorate the event and that the accelerant was baking powder, but Mary knew that there weren't any candles prepared at all. The police refused to open the case any longer and Mary was the last Watson alive.
Her weird middle name was due to her ancestor's surname being Mary Morstan. It was common for her mother's family, the Smiths to name their children after their ancestors and her mother had loved Holmes stories. That love had passed onto Mary, and she was a fan fiction writer who could not access the internet in memory of her mother.
It was therefore on that tragic day on the 25th of October, when the news had reported the disappearance of various people. They had nothing in common. It was this time, Mary had decided, to come into the world as an amateur private detective.
She used her inheritance to travel to some of the victim's homes. Among those, she could only learn that each of them were fanfiction writers who write Sherlock Holmes fanfiction. She at last got her lead when she traveled to Adeline Chai's home in Singapore. Adeline was also a fanfiction writer too, but there was something that told Mary that she had found the correct scent. She investigated the crime scene, and found a complete Chinese composition. The police had overlooked it, saw that it was unimportant, but Mary saw it as a vital piece of information. Under ultraviolet light, she saw some Chinese words. With the help of the bereaved mother, she found her first clue. It was the direct translation of "I wished I could meet the other Sherlock Holmes fanfiction writers".
Mary was excited at this new piece of information. What better to meet the others if they were gathered at a spot? Then, she questioned the father about his hereditary skill. The father was hesitant at first, but after reassurances had been given, he whispered into her ear one of the most astonishing things she had ever heard. He and Adeline were one of the last descendants of the First Emperor of China. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.
Adeline wanted to meet the writers. She had made a wish in invisible ink. She was the last generation who had the Emperor as an ancestor. The emperor was rumored to have strange powers beyond the laws of science and she had unintentionally invoked it. The other writers had been Sherlock Holmes fanfiction writers too. The only question she had to solve is why she was still left on earth.
A/N: Done! By the way, I am a Chinese girl too, so I know about having to write Chinese compositions. It's more annoying that writing a fanfiction about Professor James Moriarty, something that smarts badly.
As for Mary, my family has a strange habit of naming their daughters after their ancestors.
I have a strange things about Chinese Compositions. Everytime I write in Chinese, it comes true. I just hope that my latest one doesn't come true as it is about an evil person who takes over the world!