A/N: Well, for some very strange reason, I have become very interested in the James Bond saga. I thought it might be a pleasant idea for the first and last Gentleman spy, and the worlds first and greatest detective to join forces. Unfortunately though, James Bond was born around the time Holmes was either dead, or too old to do the things he was previously able to do. So, I had to come up with something totally unbelievable. And don't worry if you know nothing about James Bond. I explain everything in the fic. (But for those of you who do, this James Bond is the Pierce Brosnan 007) Enjoy!
Bond's flat 1957 3:39 a.m.
The phone rang. 007 hated that sound. He looked over at the alarm clock. It was the red phone, which either meant that it was a mission, an interesting development, or another woman in the mood. All disasters that he naturally dealt with. He picked up the phone, and M was on the line. M was the mastermind behind Bond's secret agent society, M16. The Queenpin of the British spy.
"Hello. 007?" Said M.
"Good eh….morning ma'am." Bond said in a tired voice. "How long has it been….six hours?"
"007, something important is going on. We need you down here at headquarters ASAP. I know how much you like fast cars, so arrival in two hours will not be acceptable." And he hung up.
Bond rushed as fast as he could. Missions always intrigued him. They were always so much more fun than mundane existence. "Then again," Thought Bond. "my existence hasn't been an exceptionally boring one." He hopped in his Aston Martin Volante his fastest vehicle, and speed away.
He got to headquarters in twenty minutes, possibly a record for him. He scanned his ID on the electric scantron attached to the wall, and walked into a large room where the Q branch tested new equipment. There was a huge metal machine. It had two large caps on it, and in the middle was like a thin, long glass case, big enough to fit a human inside. (It resembled a water bottle, but sandwiched between two upside-down ice-cream cones.)
Bond smiled. He knew Q's work anywhere. Q was in charge of the gadgets, and the technical work. They always shared a sort of big/little brother relationship. Men in white walked across the room. Bond gasped in dismay, when he saw a man casually typing away on his lab top, when the chair ejected itself, and then quickly blew up with the chap still in the air. Bond grinned at Q as he walked in with M.
"Greetings 007." Greeted a tired old Q. Bond exchanged greetings with Q and M.
"Won't you sit down Q?" Asked Bond, gesturing to an identical chair to the ejecting one.
"Oh, grow up 007!" Exclaimed Q exasperated. M grew impatient.
"Now that you two have had your casual morning quarrels, let's bare the briefing shall we?" M lead the two gentlemen over to the large machine.
"007, are you well acquainted with your history?"
"Relatively"
"Ever hear of Professor James Moriarty?"
"Rings a bell"
"Or Sherlock Holmes?"
"Ah yes! The famous detective. Died 1924, the same year I was born…. Moriarty was his enemy if I recall?"
"Indeed. Grew up with excellent education, and wealth. Became mathematics tutor in a small university. Reputation spoiled by dark rumors. Set up as army coach. Met Sherlock Holmes 1891. Died at Reichenbach Falls in Meringen, Switzerland…"
"Yes M, that's all very well, and good. But I do not wish to have my slumber interrupted by this petty history lesson. Is there something important, or not!"
"Oh be patient 007. Of coarse this is all necessary. Now may I continue?….. It seems that a very dangerous Irishman, by the name of Carney Tracey (which means victorious and war-like in the Irish name-sense) has managed to somehow "reincarnate" Moriarty. Even though Moriartyis five decade-year old threat, he is still a threat nonetheless.Now know this, I have complete trust in you 007. But no one…Not even you have the ability, nor brain-power to stop this man..."
"Thanks M." Said 007 dryly.
"… However there was only one man who ever could….Q has devised this machine specifically for the purpose of cell rehabilitation." And on that note a see-through glass coffin was wheeled in with a carcass inside it. The men set to work on placing the body inside the tank, however one of the men accidentally dropped it.
"Respect for the dead is just not the same as it used to be." Commented Bond.
"Oh, grow up 007." retorted Q.
"As I was saying…" M continued. "There was only one man who is capable of the destruction of Moriarty. If Tracey can redeem a man, why can't M16?" Just then the men closed the doors to the machine, a whit light shown throughout the room, and after it was done, out stepped a tall man with piercing gray eyes, with jet black hair, a piercing hawk like nose, and naked. He realized this right before a man came, and rapped a towel around him. He looked up at the two men, and the lady. She spoke.
"Gentlemen, may I introduce Mr. Sherlock Holmes of the 19th era."
A/N: Well, How did you like it? I know it's short, and Holmes is barely in it, but it was only the intro. More to come! (And pretty damn funny stuff too I might add…)