A/N: I said I was writing this a few days back to my friend, so now it's finally up! Special Guest permanent appearance from x-Pick'n'Mix-x, because she includes me a few of her stories!
First Chapter is us just getting to location so you can get to know us, so please be patient.
Onwards and Sidewards!
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"Lydia?" A voice called, dragging my subconscious harshly away from me. Due to my anger at this, I chose against answering.
The voice changed, same person but different accent. "Watson!"
That did it. My eyes snapped open to see my best friend and flatmate Rhiannon grinning at me.
"Good to see you up old boy! Such a fine morning." She continued in her best 'Holmes' voice.
"Indeed." I muttered, trying to keep my role, but soon failing and grinning, causing us both to start laughing.
- Okay, let me explain. Me and Rhiannon became friends over Fanfiction and ended up getting a flat together. We were, in the nicest and coolest way possible, Sherlock Holmes fangirls –
As the world became fully real, I heard one of the tunes from the 2009 Sherlock Holmes film with the Fabulous Robert Downey Jnr and Jude Law and looked up to see the menu screen on the TV.
We'd had a Holmesian night last night, starting with the Benedict Cumberbatch modern day Sherlock pilot, followed by the three episodes, and then we'd moved to the Robert Downey Jnr film that was still in the TV now.
- Actually, I should probably explain the role play too, right? Well, occasionally, depending on the situation and our moods, we called each other Holmes or Watson. Or Mrs. Hudson if we really wanted something. Just like a nickname really. As I was sleeping and Rhiannon wasn't, she was Holmes, I was Watson. -
"You ready for today?" I asked her, stretching from my position on the couch and straightening my 'Otaku' – Otaku roughly translates as Obsessive Fan in Japanese – tee shirt.
"I was born ready for this!" Rhiannon grinned.
Let me just say, today was the day we went to London to check out the Sherlock Holmes museum and stay in London overnight. So we were a bit excited. That explains the film-night, sort of. Usually we don't have a reason.
We both got of the couches and dragged the quilts back into our rooms before coming back and neatening up the living space.
I put the DVD back into the box and put it on top of the 'Sherlock' DVD next to the TV.
"Tea?" Rhiannon called from the kitchenette.
"Sure. Put the kettle on then we can get dressed and come back for the drinks." I headed to my room, picking some smart/casual clothing. Dark blue jeans and a black shirt.
I walked out into the living space and over to the CD player.
"Some Robert Downey?" I called to Rhiannon, looking at his album and grinning at it.
"Nah! More Power!" Was my reply. I nodded, knowing she couldn't see me but doing it anyway, and grabbed the Iron Man 1 soundtrack, turning it up as the first track: Riding With The Top Down started.
I heard the cheer of approval from Rhiannon and launched into air guitar as she opened her door and it got to the mega-power section.
Rhiannon laughed at my goofiness and walked past, pouring the tea for us both.
"Time Check!" I called and we both checked the clock. "Ah, six thirty am." I smiled blissfully. "And we are drinking tea and rocking out the one of the best soundtracks of all time." I grinned. "Life is good to us."
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Within half an hour we had grabbed our suitcases and packed in the portable DVD play and our laptops – fully charged with plugs in case – and put in Sherlock Holmes, both Iron Man films and Due Date.
I also had a map of London Underground and my Sherlock Holmes: Awakened game.
We turned everything of and threw on our coat, scarves, checked we looked okay and locked the door behind ourselves.
As soon as we got out, our taxi pulled up and climbed in, asking to be taken to the train station and buzzing with excitement in the back.
We gave in our papers for the pre-booked tickets as calmly as possible so as not to look like over-hyper fangirls on the best day out ever, and boarded our train, finding a four-seat section with a table so we could both use our laptops easily.
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About twenty minutes later the countryside had started flying past us and we were sat opposite each other clutching our hot drinks from the trolley-woman. I had coffee and Rhiannon had tea.
"So, we start by dropping our bags at the hotel-" Rhiannon began.
"The Normandie." I offered.
"Yup. Then we go and grab lunch at the Criterion-" She paused so we could both grin and let the words sink in "- then we get a cab to-"
"221b Baker Street." We both said in our best Mycroft voices from 'Sherlock'.
"- then maybe wander round for a bit, mooch around Piccadilly Circus, seen as we're here, then the Thames and the London Eye or someting, and then go catch a theatre show or two then go to Victoria station and try out that all-you-can-eat Pizza place you told me about and go home, watch Sherlock Holmes again and go to sleep." Rhiannon grinned.
"This is gonna be so cool." I jumped in my seat a little. "We get to see where Holmes and Watson lived!"
Yes, we speak as if it really happened and they weren't characters.
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The journey swam past really quickly and before we knew it we were climbing of the train into the crowds of Victoria Station.
We got the underground to where we needed to be and checked in at the Normandie.
"Should we take the DVD player?" I asked.
"Yea, why not. Just in case. We might get stuck somewhere and be really bored."
Nodding, I put it into my little backpack with the map and our tickets and my wallet, and we headed out again, telling the man behind the desk that we didn't know when we'd be back, sorry.
We walked back to the underground, and caught the underground train to the closet stop point to the Criterion, pausing outside it.
"This is where it all started." I whispered in awe, looking at the magnificent, beautiful building.
"Come on!" Rhiannon pulled me in and we grabbed a table, picking up the menus.
I went for just coffee, because I wasn't too hungry – I brought a bacon roll at a station on the way – and Rhiannon went for just a few sandwiches.
"This place is amazing." I told Rhiannon, looking around me and drinking it all in, holding my empty but still warm cup in my hands. "I can actually imagine Watson and Dunford meeting here to talk about Holmes."
"I know. It's so weird." Rhiannon smiled, pushing her plate away. "Right, lets get to Baker Street."
We hailed a cab outside the Criterion and climbed in, both chiming '221b Baker Street, please!" at the same time.
The cabby rolled his eyes. "You two fans of Mr Holmes then?" He asked.
We nodded. He sighed and turned back round.
"He looks like the cabby of Study In Pink." I whispered.
Rhiannon's eyes went wide. "Just co-incidence." She murmured.
"I hope so. I can't remember which pill to take." I replied quietly.
We stayed quiet then, both wondering if he was going to take us away and make us chose one of two pills whilst he took the other one and one of us died.
Luckily, it was okay and we arrived on location.
I paid the Cabby and we jumped out, looking at the door reading 'Sherlock Holmes. Consulting Detective.'
We looked at each other and made a little high-pitched noise in our throats before bounding up the stairs and walking in.
We paid to get in, answering that yes, we were from out of town, and yes, we were massive fans of the books and films, and went through the door.
And into Victorian-aged London.
"Something's not right." I murmured. The place was slightly darker, like it wasn't midday, more like 4pm, and there were no other people. Plus, nothing seemed to be from the books or anything. No experiments left around, no piles of papers. The place looked empty. No chairs or couches or tables or anything.
"Maybe we went in the wrong door." Rhiannon suggested, turning and opening the door we'd entered through.
"Lydia…" She called me over, sounding a bit freaked out. I followed and saw that the lady we'd just spoken to who stood behind the desk was gone, so was the desk. And the whole room. It looked like someone's house. There were no coat but a place where you could hang them on a hook next to the door and shiny stone floors that didn't have the same pattern as the ones we just walked over.
"This is weird." I stated.
Suddenly we heard raised voices.
"Holmes! We don't live here! We can't just waltz in like this and not expect to be caught." The voice was English. Very English.
"Oh hush Watson. It'll be fine. You worry too much." A slightly deeper voice answered, sounding perfectly calm whereas the other sounded exasperated.
We looked at each other, confusion on our faces, and dived for hiding places as we heard them approach the room we were in.
Two figures walked in, straight past us, allowing us to get a good view of them as their backs were turned.
I could see Rhiannon and she looked at me, shock and excitement on her face as she pointed at the two men.
I turned my attention back to them as the slightly taller man in a grey suit started to speak to the other man, who was in pinstriped work trousers and a knee length coat with lapels and buttons. His hair was a complete mess, giving him the smart but scruffy look. It worked very well.
"See Holmes? Empty. I told you there was no point coming in here. Now, can we get out before someone comes?"
"You just said it was empty. Why do we need to hurry? I want to look around first, and ask the two hidden people to emerge now, if they please." The man 'Watson' had called 'Holmes' hadn't even turned round or seemed to glance at us as he walked in, but me and Rhiannon looked at each other with fear on our faces and slowly stood up.
"Hidden people?" The grey suited man looked around confusedly before his gaze settled on us. "Oh."
Me and Rhiannon glanced at each other again, awe in our eyes.
Stood before us was none other than a slightly younger looking Jude Law dressed as Doctor Watson from the film we'd watched last night.
"How the deuce did you work out they were here? I didn't see them." He sounded slightly shocked, but like he knew there was an obvious answer and he'd missed it.
"You did see them Watson, you just didn't notice them."
"Of course." 'Jude Law' muttered, and I died a little bit inside.
The slightly shorter man turned round suddenly, and Rhiannon and me gasped quietly. I could tell without looking that Rhiannon had the same shocked and awed look on her face mixed with love that I did. And our thoughts were probably in sync too.
'Oh God! It's Robert Downey Jnr! As Sherlock Holmes!'
"Everything alright ladies? You look a little bit in shock." 'Jude Law' asked us.
I nodded, eyes flicking between them, trying to work out who to drool over first. They looked even better in real than on the screen.
"Well, what are your names? You seem to be awfully quiet." 'Robert' asked us.
"Rhiannon." Rhiannon stammered.
"Lydia.' I said quietly.
"Very good. I am Sherlock Holmes and this is my good friend and associate Doctor Watson."
Suddenly Rhiannon and me started laughing, hearing them say that in real life was just too much.
We looked up from our doubled up positions in time to see the 'Detectives' face in a look of confusion. "Have I said something funny?"
He looked so cute when he was confused.
"No…it's just…" I looked at Rhiannon for help.
"Well, you two aren't real." She explained.
"Real? I think we are very real my dears." Holmes looked between himself and Watson. "…Very real indeed. Are you sure you're not in shock?"
Me and Rhiannon took a moment to get over being called 'my dear' before answering.
"You are fictional characters in a book portrayed by two actors called Jude Law-" I looked at Watson "-And Robert Downey Jnr." I looked at Holmes.
"I very much doubt this." Holmes told me.
Watson walked over to me, standing in front of me and holding a finger up in front of my face, obviously wishing me to follow it with my eyes. I did so, stomach jumping at being so close to Jude and to Watson. He took my arm and checked my pulse, which I must admit rocketed as soon as he touched me, and looked at me, smirking as I blushed. I looked away, overtaken by a mixture of scents that lead to mini-heaven.
"Well Holmes, miss Lydia seems fine." He told Holmes, who I saw was doing the same to Rhiannon, who had also gone a bright shade of red.
"Yes, miss Rhiannon's blood pressure may be a little high, but I'm sure it's nothing."
"Same here." Watson smiled at me, and I smiled back shyly, blushing again.
"What year is it?" Holmes asked Rhiannon.
"Well, we were in 2011." She shrugged. "But now we're probably in the mid 1800s'."
"Well, you're true about the second date. Two Thousand and Eleven, you say?" Holmes sounded truly fascinated and not the least bit sceptic.
"Holmes? You're not saying you're actually taking this seriously?" Watson asked, with an apologetic look my way. I smiled, showing it was fine, and silently looking at Rhiannon, seeing she noticed a quote from the film as well, even if it was accidental.
"Yes, Watson, I am. Now, do you two ladies have anywhere to stay?" Holmes looked at us.
We shook our heads.
"Well then, you will simply have to stay with us." Holmes started of and out of the door.
"He does that, we should follow him before he walks into a carriage." Watson smiled.
Me and Rhiannon followed Holmes with Watson behind us and spoke quietly in excited voices.
"Of course. The museum isn't actually on the 221b Baker Street spot, it's along the road." I realised. "We were in the wrong house."
"That explains a lot." Rhiannon grinned. "We actually get to stay with Holmes and Watson!" We both squealed a little bit, glad Watson and Holmes were a fair distance between us for a moment.
"I know. It's so amazing." I looked around the street, at the carriages and the people passing by. "It's real, isn't it?"
"Yes, I think so." Rhiannon grinned. I grinned back.
Suddenly Holmes was beside Rhiannon and Watson beside me. I looked at Watson and grinned, suddenly uber-glad I'd lost my braces a while ago and my teeth were okay.
The Hansom pulled up and we climbed in, Holmes requesting the same address we had not ten minutes ago.
"221b Baker Street, please."
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A/N: If you made it through to this point, WELL DONE! I'm proud!
So, what did you think? Me and x-Pick'n'Mix-x decided a while ago that she got Holmes and I'd get Watson, which suits me just fine, because Jude aint that bad looking.
Apologies for the shoddy description of the entry to the 221b Baker Street museum, I've never been, but someday will, with x-Pick'n'Mix-x of course!
Please Review, it will make my day!
Oh, and I'm aware – after checking the website – that the Criterion doesn't open until midday, but we're pretending it does.