Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes; he belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

"Oi, here Allie! I've found a spot!" David waved to his friends. Michael, Allie and David were friends at Indiana High, a branded school for geniuses. Allie (Major in Mathematics and Biology) and David (Major in Chemistry) were old friends of Greenview Elementary (Sound Familiar? Hint: Lauren Moran) before graduating. How they and Michael (Major in Physics) met was pretty out of the ordinary...

Flashback:

It was the first day of school. David and Allie had arranged to meet at their new school's gate. Allie was late and David was waiting impatiently. Finally, Allie came rushing along. "Sorry, David, I was caught up by my brother, John. You know how troublesome he is." David grunted before the both of them walked in.

"Argh! Who did this!" Allie screamed. They were covered from head to toe in...pie? Then, they heard a laugh. A tall, dark-haired man emerged from behind a tree. He was laughing so hard his sides was aching. He did not see that Allie was fuming mad.

"You...you...bastard!" She kicked the boy so hard he flew in the air and landed on a teacher. Allie and David chuckled before walking towards the foyer to report.

Later...

"Huh, what do you mean we need to be in groups of three?" Allie asked the teacher. The said person waas stern and did not falter under the science whiz.

"I'm afraid so, Miss. All students have to be in groups of three to encourage teamwork. You're arranged teammember is Michael Astoria." She motioned, and someone stepped out from the crowd. It was that same boy who played the pie trick on them! The boy, or Michael as we should call him, looked confused. He glanced over to the teacher's list before his face contorted into an expression of horror. "You have got to be kidding me!" He cried out, "I can't possibly with teammates with her!"

"Ah, I've see you have already met. Your homeroom is Block 5, 4th floor, Room 546. Your teacher should be waiting for you there." the teacher told them casually. The three of them glared at her. Shrugging her shoulders, the teacher continued with the next batch of students.

In Michael's mind: No, the crazy lady and the lame boy? Heaven, why do you always have to be so wicked to me! First the geeky school, now this!

The trio walked into the room. A brown-haired, blue-eyed teacher was wating for them. "I suppose you are David Crown, Allie Gibson and Michael Astoria? Good, sit down. My name is Austin Trellis and I would be your teacher for this term."

"Have you finished your time machine yet?" Allie asked. Michael had invented a time machine to travel back to the Victorian Era. Both he and Allie were preoccupied with Sherlock Holmes stories. So, when Michael discovered how to travel back in time, he decided to travel back in time to persuade Sir Doyle, the writer of the stories, to create more stories. Allie supported his ideas, being a Holmesian herself, but David objected because they could destroy time. Of course, Michael did not listen to him and surprisingly, Allie did not listen as well. They were too devoted to Sherlock Holmes to listen to any advice at all.

"It's finished. You can come to my house this afternoon." Michael answered. Allie cheered and exclaimed, "I can visit Doyle now!" Everupme om the canteen stared at her. She sat back in her seat, blushing furiously. Then, the bell rang and the trio rushed back into their homeroom. Mr. Trellis, however, was not there at all. Instead there was a note on the whiteboard: Dear students, owing to a serious bout of flu, Mr. Trellis can not come to school today. This period is free.

Michael and Allie whooped with joy and rushed out of the room before David could say anything. He hesitated before following as well.

"This is my time machine. Pretty cool, huh?" Michael pointed to three armbands. Allie looked at them in wonder. "They look fabulous. How do we activate them Michael?" She asked. Michael grinned. " It's pretty simple. You see this knob over here?" he pointed to a circular object, "We turn that to travel to the past. And this digital watch tells us which year we are in. Shall we go?" Allie nodded and she went into the bathroom. She emerged later wearing a Victorian dress. Michael was wearing a Victorian gentleman's suit. They slipped on the armband, turned the knob and disappeared.

David walked into the room. "Where have they gone? I distinctly saw them walking here." He caught sight of the armbands and noticed that according to the impressions, two were gone. "Oh, no."

A/N: Yet another time travelling fic. Greenview Elementary is where Lauren Moran, Alice Sargon and Anne-Marie Moriarty study, okay? Not much mention of Holmes here. He will most probably appear in the third chapter. Please review!