Hello! I have always loved The Great Mouse Detective and loved telling Fanfiction stories to my brother. So when I stumbled up Fanfiction sites, like X-men!, I decided to take up the challenge of writing a fanfiction. All rights belong to Eve Titus, Disney, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Guy Ritchies' Sherlock Holmes.

I only own James White, The Garrios, Poesy, Nim, Mr. Wolfe, and Vicki (she'll be in later chapters). All the other characters do not belong to me and I am not using them for profit. Also, I name chapters based on songs I believe would go well with the chapter. The song title and singer is recognized and I do not own the songs and all rights are reserved to the singers.

Wild Child- Enya

I walked through the crowded streets of Richmond with my brothers and sisters. I made sure to keep a firm grip on Mia's little hand as we maneuvered through the Sherlock Holmes Festival. It was amazing the merchandise the vendors were selling, the street shows they put on, and the enthusiasts that crowded the cobble stone street. Marten, my not so little brother, towered over me and had our baby sister Cassie on his shoulders as we walked through the hustle and bustle. It was a nice day, parking was terrible, but that was normal in the city. Nick, my other littler brother, was examining magnified glasses excitedly, as well as chemistry sets. It was spring break, and I was taking a much needed vacation from my Curator studies and was babysitting my family while our parents were on their anniversary. The Garrios, being Sherlock fans, rushed at a chance to go down the city to see the Holmes fandom! I finally pulled our family over to a vendor who was selling leather-bound Conan Doyle novels and different Sherlock Holmes movies. I peered at the stall in interest, but frowned when I realized how expensive it all was. Mia suddenly let go of my hand to run over to a vendor who had a towel spread out with all of her merchandise. Nick followed her, while I raced after them both.

"Mia, ay maron, you know not to let go of my hand!" I scolded my sister, who simply pointed to the stuff the vendor was selling.

"But look Belladonna! She's selling The Great Mouse Detective stuff."

Marten suddenly walks up next to me and puts Cassie down. "Well look at that, remember when we use to watch that Donna?"

I smiled at the memories; glad my teenage brother didn't lose all of his child-like wonder.

Cassie stumbles over to pick a mouse doll off the towel. "Wow, it's Basil!" she holds the doll up for us to see. It reminded me of the Basil voodoo doll in the movie, but it luckily didn't have any pins poking out of it. It had a cute inverness coat and deer stalker cap that made me smirk.

"How much is it?" Nick inquired.

"It's free if you want it." A smooth, clear voice told us. We notice the vendor was watching us merrily as she smoked a pipe. She had an ice cream cart next to her that I didn't notice before. The woman had raven-black hair, and looked a bit young, but her amethyst eyes sparkled with an ancient wisdom. "That doll use to belong to Ratigan."

Marten laughs. "Oh yeah, it was the voodoo doll he had in the movie!"

Mia starts singing. "Oh Ratigan, oh Ratigan, the world's greatest criminal mind!"

Cassie looks at me with pleading hazel eyes. "Can I have it sissy, please, please, please."

I nodded. "As long as you thank her for giving it to you."

Cassie hugged the doll and squealed happily. "Thank you miss vendor-lady!"

"Call me Nim, now would you kids like some ice cream? It's a dollar a piece." The woman jumps up and gets out vanilla ice cream with what looked like blue berries sprinkled on it.

Everyone, even Marten, begged me to get ice cream. I finally relented and got everyone ice cream, even one for myself. Unfortunately, Cassie's ice cream fell off her cone and onto the sidewalk. She almost started crying if I didn't give her mine. I honestly didn't care about the ice cream, but must have been delicious if the kids were devouring it so quickly.

"So," Nim asked. "You're a Disney fan?"

"Yes," I replied shyly. "I loved Disney as a kid; Basil and Dawson were my childhood heroes."

Nim gave me a sad smile. "I always find it sad when kids grow up too fast, sometimes they forget about the magic they had learned from these stories."

"Magic?" Nick asked skeptically as he licked melted ice cream from his fingers.

"Aye, the stuff that a child has that makes the fantastic real. You need a lot of imagination to use it though, plenty of courage, good amount of faith, a bushel of strength, and a clever mind. Oh, you all better head back, it's going to rain."

I look up at the clear sky, only to see it was clouded and grey. I suddenly tasted the humid air of the storm. I turned to thank Nim, only to see the vendor was gone, and a raven sat on her towel pecking at Disney dvds.

I rushed the kids home. It took us an hour to drive through the storm to make it back to Suburbia. As soon as we got inside my parents' house, the kids were exhausted and went up to their rooms for naps. Mia went to her room to watch The Great Mouse Detective , while Nick read The Great Mouse Detective story book to Cassie who cuddled with her new Basil doll. Marten was in his room reading Sherlock Holmes mysteries. I stayed downstairs to watch the weather channel with Poesy; the family mastiff. Poesy laid her giant brindle head on my knees as I stroked her head. She kept drooling nervously as the rain pelted the house. The weather man described that the storm came out of nowhere and covered Richmond and a bunch of other counties. I suddenly get a call from my parents. My mom was naturally checking on me for the fourth time today and wanted to talk to the kids also. I checked on all of them, and saw they were sound asleep. I giggled as Poesy went over to sleeping Cassie and licked the child's fingers, which was covered in melted ice cream. I told my mom they were asleep, and she made me promise to tell them she missed and loved them. She finally gave the phone to dad. Dad told me about the beach they were at and described it to me with such enthusiasm; I thought he was going to put a down payment on it. He told me he wanted to bring me and the kids here for a family vacation. He then said his goodbyes, love you's, and give the squirts my love as he hung up.

The lights then started flickering. Poesy races up to me and whined. I pat her head affectionately, as I walked to my parents' room for the flashlight. All of a sudden, something dripped onto my hand. I worried that we had a leak, but saw it was paint. I look up to see a bright green paint stain on the ceiling. The stain started to sparkle and then it quickly spread through the room. I gasped in shock as the room transformed into an animated picture. I turned to look out the animated widow as a flash of lightning struck and blinded me. I felt like I was falling and shrieked out in horror; believing it was the last sound I was ever going to make.