Hi there, readers! It's been quite a while I didn't write down The Great Mouse Detective fanfic stories. I'm all ran out of ideas that time.

When I watch other Sherlock Holmes shows, like Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century, and Sherlock Gnomes, and when I discovered that Aggie is always been my favorite and famous OC, I was thinking I should make some changes, starting by making my own version of 'Great Mouse Detective' with my other OC, Hermogenes Borra, a human with plain insect-like fairy wings.

Like Aggie, Borra was a interdimensional traveler, and belongs to the same human home world where Aggie lives, but their wings are different from each other. Aggie's wings have lace, while Borra has none, but they both have the same shape of their wings. His whole story will revealed in this story.

I was inspired by Gotham317's work, like she was my idol. She was one of the main reason I decided to make my own version from the movies. I thank her for borrowing some words that belong from her story.

I don't own Disney's Great Mouse Detective or anything, just my OC, Hermogenes Borra.

Enjoy!


Hermogenes Borra was just an ordinary Filipino human boy who's born with insect-like fairy wings. His parents were never been married, so he lived with his father. It is unknown how Borra was born with wings. His mother was never been a fairy nor having wings, not even his father. He was born that way. In the late 19th century, the Philippines was still ruled by the Spaniards, and people were very afraid of abnormal people, like Borra since he's the only human who has wings. To protect Borra from being exposed of his wings, his father hid them under his clothes, and kept them hidden ever since he was still an infant.

It's been 12 years that he kept his wings hidden under his clothes, but, one day, when he was bullied by some boys in school, Borra fought back, which made his wings exposed as their pointy tips ripped the back of his shirt, relieving them from folding inside the shirt. The students and teachers reported about Borra's wings as he ran away back to his home to ask help from his father. That night, an angry mob came with torches and pitchforks, wanting to kill Borra because they thought he was a monster… with wings. Borra can feel an upcoming bad luck with his wings via twitchy wings. As they were prepared, thanks to Borra's wings, he and his father ran away from the back door of their house just before the mob burned their house.

Borra and his father rushed into the forest. His father decided to split up with his son to trail-off the mob away from them. Fortunately, Borra was lost deep into the forest, which his fellow humans will never found him. However, he was alone now. He got separated from his father, and never saw him again. Borra sat down under a tree, tucked himself, hugged his knees, and cried. He blamed himself and his wings. He always wished he never had wings, and always thought his wings is his bad luck as he still kept his wings underneath his shirt.

Suddenly, behind the bushes, he noticed something glowing. Borra approached it and pushed the bushes aside, seeing a glowing green portal. "What is that?" He asked himself. Suddenly, the portal began to suck itself as it wanted to suck Borra into it. He grabbed a branch of a tree to hold into it, but the branch snapped, and he got sucked into the portal.

In the portal, Borra went all round and round in the air as he screamed "WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Then, a hole opened at the end of the portal. The portal spat her out as he landed on a cemented floor. When the portal closed, Borra got up on her feet as she looked around. It was very dark, it's evening, and it's raining. Suddenly, a large wheel splashed water all over Borra. He was confuse that how can a wheel get to be so big, even a… horse? And humans? He looked around the area. Everything is huge. The buildings, horses, humans, post lights, and everything around is not like the Philippine. It's like in an other country. He spotted a giant newspaper, and when he read it, he figured out that this place is London, England. Borra realized he's not in the Philippines nor home anymore. He never recognized this place before.

"Excuse me! Can you help me?!" He tried to call the humans around him, but they couldn't hear him, because he's so small for them. "I'm lost! Help me, please! I can't find my way home!"

When he poked a giant foot, a woman screamed in fear when she saw him below, "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! MOUSE!"

Many humans freakily tried to step on him, but he ran as fast as he can, away from the humans. He tried to fly with his wings, but he didn't know how. No one taught him how to fly before. He quickly hid inside a can, and got confuse after what that human lady screamed about him.

"A mouse? I'm not a mouse." Borra said. When he looked at his hands, it's not human hands anymore. They were like rodent-like hands. He gasped, then noticed his nose is black and pointy, his ears are round and big, and felt that he had a thin tail. "What?! What is happening to me?" He yelled quietly. He saw a small shattered mirror as he looked at it to his reflection, and discovered he was now a brown mouse. Borra squeaked in sadness and cried. "Why is this happening?!" He sobbed. "I can't live in this dump. I want a place to stay."

Luckily, his shirt has a hood as he put it over his head, and scampered out of the can to find a proper place to stay. Suddenly, there was carriage coming as he hid against the wall. The carriage as a human dismounted from the carriage and left. No sooner he did so, an elderly portly mouse picked up his bag and, tucking the newspaper under his arm, leapt off the carriage step, just as soon as the carriage started to leave. who also read a newspaper he had brought with him. Borra was very scared as he tried to blend in against the wall and his face under his hood

The elder mouse put his newspaper away inside his bag, unsheathed his umbrella, picked up his bag and began walking in a random direction, hoping to find someplace to stay. But then, he noticed Borra sitting against the wall, hiding himself. "Uh, hello there." He approached Borra closer, but he squeezed himself. "It's okay, I won't hurt you, young lad." The little Borra uncovered his face, and looked at the older mouse when he heard he won't hurt, "Are you okay? Why are you here on the streets? Where are you mother and father? Why are you so alone?"

Borra sniffed. "I'm-I'm lost. I don't know where I am. My father and I escaped from a mob who wants to kill me. We got separated. Then, I saw this glowing circle thing, and it sucked me in, and… poof! I brought me here."

"What do you mean? Where have you came from?"

"I'm actually from Philippines-"

"Philippines is very far away from here! You're in London, England, lad."

"London? England? A-a-a-am I a mouse?"

"Why, of course, you're a mouse. What do you think you are? And why would there be someone wants to kill you."

Borra wanted to explain everything, but if he told the mouse who he really was that he is a human with wings from another place or world, which that's what he thought, and what actually happened, he will be afraid and abandon him or worst, just like what happened back in his home. "I… I just don't know."

"Well, since you're here, you don't have someplace to stay, right?" The elder mouse asked as Borra nodded. "I don't have a place to stay either when I left Afghanistan. Would you like to come with me so we could find you a home to stay?"

When the mouse offered a hand to him, Borra nearly hesitated, but he didn't want to be alone cold on the streets when the rain already poured, "I wasn't supposed to come with strangers, but since I don't have someone to look after me with, I don't have a choice."

"You should trust me now." The mouse helped Borra to get up. "My name is Dr. David Q. Dawson, by the way. What's your name, young lad?"

"Borra. Hermogenes Borra." He answered.

"Well then, Hermogenes. Let's find a place together."

The rain was coming down quick, but it didn't pour harshly. Dawson and Borra made their way down the street, where they heard a faint sobbing. It was coming from a nearby large abandoned human rain boot. Curiously, the two mice walked over to it and peaked inside, and to their surprise, discovered the source of the quiet weeping.

"Oh! Oh my!" Dawson was surprised as so was Borra.

It was a little girl in a blue coat and hat, crying softly in the far corner of the boot and sitting on a match box.

"Are you alright, little girl?" Borra asked gently.

The little girl turned round, revealing her to be Olivia. She was startled by the young mouse's voice

"Oh, come now. Come, come." Dawson removed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and kindly handed it to her. "Here, dry your eyes."

Olivia took the handkerchief and blew her nose really hard, yet this calmed her down enough to know they were friendly. She gave the handkerchief back to Dawson, who took a seat beside her, and he put it back in his pocket.

"Ah, yes. That's better," said Dawson. "Now, tell us. What's troubling you, my dear?"

"I...I'm lost," Olivia sadly explained to them. "I-I-I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street." She took out a small piece of paper, a ripped newspaper article.

Dawson took the paper as he put his bifocal glasses on so he could read the headline. "Now let me see here...'Famous Detective solves baffling disappearance.' Mmm, hmmm."

"But, where are your mother and father, then?" Borra asked.

The reminder of her father's kidnapping caused Olivia to break down as her eyes welled up with tears. "That's why I m-must find Basil!" She sobbed, crying in her scarf.

"There, there, there! Now, now, now, I..." Dawson pleaded, trying to calm her down as he didn't not mean to upset the child. "Now, I don't know any Basil..." Dawson trailed off, meeting Olivia's sad eyes. Having brought her tears under control, Olivia looked up at him with little hope. He smiled at her, knowing something that will cheer her up. "But I do remember where Baker Street is," he said warmly.

This put a little spark of joy in Olivia's heart as her face brightened with a smile.

Borra had a doubt. "You do?

"Of course, I do… probably." Dawson stood up to reopen his umbrella as Olivia hopped out of the matchbox to get to Dawson's side while Borra was besides Dawson's other side. "Now, come with us. We'll find this Basil chap together,"

The old mouse held his umbrella up high enough for them to stay dry from the rain. Staying together under the umbrella, the trio exited the boot and made their way through this dark rainy city to find Baker Street.

"I hope you know where are we going." Borra whispered to Dawson.