(Disclaimer: I don't own them… If I did, the stories would have been considered porn… lol)

Sherlock Holmes gasped in horror as he felt the ground give way beneath him. He was falling. Moriarty was with him… Their arms locked together… They were going to die!

John! What would happen to him? The only person he had ever loved…

There was a sickening crunch, that of bone and flesh on rock. Then the world went black.

He sat up in the bed, but a gentle hand pressed him down again.

"No, no… you must rest." It was a feminine voice… with a German accent… The hands pressed something to his lips. A glass… he drank and the world dissolved again.

The man sat up in the bed. This time he opened his eyes. It was a glorious summer day… The sun was blazing outside the French doors of his room.

There was a rustling noise. A woman opened the door. "Ah, you're awake… good… You should be well enough to stay awake for a while." It was the woman that had nursed him.

"Who are you?" He looked at her. She was quite pretty, with waist length blonde hair that she word down, bright blue eyes and a perfect figure.

"I am Doctor Morgan Schlange." At the man's confusion, she rolled her eyes. "I had to be a veritable slave to my studies and even bribe, but so far, I have not lost patients that were within medical help."

"Women should not be doctors. It is too much of a strain on them." The answer was automatic. What was expected of him.

"Well then," She simply smiled. "I hope next time you nearly drown a real lady finds you. She can swoon as you die, rather than help you."

"Point taken… but don't you think it may be a bad habit to wish death on your patients?"

"Not really." She sat on the edge of the bed. "After all, I really didn't mean it, as you know full well. I just had to make my point." She gave him a sweet smile. "Now, what is your name?"

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He closed it and thought for a minute. "I… I really…"

"Amnesia. Not surprising. I'm sure it will clear."

"Where am I?"

"In my villa in Switzerland. I came here for the summer, and found you on a river bank."

"Oh… and you say I had nearly drowned?"

"Well you had some water in your lungs… There were a few times when we despaired for your life."

"We?"

"My husband and myself."

"Ah… Well… I do apologies for causing for causing you so much trouble… now…" His voice grew meek. "With my amnesia… I'm not sure how I can pay for-"

"Please! You insult me! I did not become a doctor for profit. My parents left me more than enough money to marry and live comfortably. I chose to be a doctor because I wanted to help people!"

"Oh… Well…"

She smiled at him and smoothed his black hair back in a motherly way, despite being clearly younger than him. "Do not worry. We will help you remember."

"Yes… thank you…" He smiled up at her with grateful eyes.

"Think nothing of it. Now, I think it is time you ate something then slept some more." She rose and left to get him some broth.

"Curious woman…" He muttered to himself as the door closed behind her. "But why do I feel so… desperate to remember…?"