Author's Note: Honestly this is only the second Cross-Over story that I've ever written. And the second one was never published. So here to you. A wonderful Ripper Street and Peaky Blinders Cross-Over Story! Please Enjoy and don't forget to Review!

Of course out of the six billion people on the planet it had to happen to someone like me. There I was minding my own business and all of a sudden out of nowhere I felt faint and the last thing I remember was collapsing on the floor and then only to awake in these dirty and darkened alley streets. The cobblestone beneath my palms was extremely cold even though it was rather warm out.

They were also very filthy which made my everyday outfit just as disgusting as the ground I was lying on top of. I had absolutely no clue as to where I was or how I had gotten here, and my surroundings did not seem familiar to me whatsoever. The large red brick buildings held no similar features to me and the confusion was far more overwhelming than the panic which I knew was going to come eventually.

But as of right now I pushed myself up off the ground and did the best I could to brush off my clothes, but I only smeared the gross and grimy mud and whatever else is mixed in with it all over my white t-shirt and denim jacket. I did my best to wipe my hands clean on the sides of my already ruined jacket before I decided to walk out and peak around the corner to see what was out in the middle of the street.

I had heard voices coming out from this direction and had thought that I had seen people bustling by, but I hadn't thought that they would have been dressed in such attire tire. My mouth gaped slightly as I looked at all the woman who war many different styles of dresses somewhere pretty and yet some more rags. Then there were the men who all wore suits, some men wore top hats, some men wore paperboy hats, and then there were men who wore no hats at all.

Of course I was baffled by this as everyone wore the attire that was only worn back in the 18 and early 19 Hundred's so I was very confused as to why so many people were donning this type of wardrobe. Instead of pursuing forward out into the middle of the street I decided to hang back into the alley and make myself scarce into the shadows so as to not be seen.

I figured that my confusion would go away as soon as I would have figured out a landmark and would have discovered as to where I was, but I don't think that was going to happen anytime soon not with finding out that everyone was dressing so weird now. I stood there slumped against the wall trying my best to think about the last thing I remember before I round up here on the ground in a place that I clearly had no idea where I was.

And I should have been freaking out much more than what I was right now, and like I said before I figured that would come much later, but right now my brain was just in so much shock that I was just too focused on trying to figure out what was going on to be afraid at this point in time. I closed my eyes and tried to think as best as I could but the last thing that I remembered was collapsing which was weird because I could not recall where I was at the time when I had collapsed and then had awakened here in the alley.

After standing there for a while and unable to come up with any answers I figured that it would be best to try to find someone who could help me figure out where I was. My best bet would be to try to find a police station, so that's where I would begin my search. I decided to slip out of the alley now and I walked off out into the street.

I didn't get as many looks as I thought I would and honestly people are either too busy walking about their way to look at me or they gave me a quick and strange glance before hurrying on their way. I don't know how long it had taken me but I had finally found someone who had resembled a police officer from the time era in which everyone else was dressed in. As I approached him with a young officer notice me right away and almost seem to be on edge.

"Excuse me?" I asked as politely as I could when I approached him.

"Yes?" He was British.

Which was strange because there weren't very many British people in America. I was beginning to believe very quickly that I was not in America anymore. Which would deem nearly impossible to be true.

"Em? I'm a bit lost... do you think you could tell me where I am?" I asked. The boy looked at me up and down almost as if trying to figure out who I was from the very confused look he was giving me. He then looked me in the eyes prior to speaking to me.

"You're in Whitechapel." He told me, almost sounding just as confused as I was. I've added my eyelids a couple times in confusion as the word set in to my brain and my lips parted for a question just to make sure that I was understanding him correctly.

"You mean England?" I asked.

Which only made the boy seem even more confused then when our conversation began. He nodded his head very slowly as if trying to understand himself what exactly was going on. I felt as if I was frozen in time how in the world was I able to go all the way from America to England and windup a muddy up alleyway?

As I stood there frozen and just looking at the police officers uniform he seemed to become slightly concerned for me as I said nothing and was staring off into space.

"Are you alright?" His question had snapped me out of my trance just enough for me to answer his question in which I answered him in a week and hardly audible voice.

"Yes. Yeah. Yeah." The young officer tried to smile but only half of his lips seemed to want to do so.

"That ancient it's American isn't it? We've got an American that works for us in our medical department at our station. He's really good at his job too... are you sure you're alright?"

"I just need to sit down I think." It was more than just needing to sit down I believe, it was the same strange feeling that I had before the first time when I felt as if I was going to faint.

I felt my knees starting to buckle underneath me and a pair of arms come up to catch me so I would not hit the ground as hard. I heard words I was unable to make out as it felt as if my ears were plugged as if I had been submerged in water and I couldn't hear anyone or anything. My eyelids grew heavy and before I knew it I had lost consciousness all over again.

When I had awoken and the second time it was much more pleasant then the first. This time I was going to room and it was rather warm. I was on a bed but it fell as if I was floating on air and when I went to turn I realized that I must have been on a hammock or a cock because I was rather sunk into whatever I was laying on. When I had went to move I heard a chair scoot across the floor and then footsteps were heard I heard them move past me and before I knew what I was doing, before I could even stop myself, I opened up my mouth and spoke.

"Please- don't go." The footsteps stopped and whoever it was stood still in the room with me.

I didn't know who it was but my whole body hurt and I didn't know why, but waking up this way was much better than waking up in the alley like before. I heard the footsteps shuffle over to my bedside and then before I knew it there was a deep voice next to my ear.

"I'm going to fetch the doctor. He wanted to know once you had awoken. You're very sick, miss... But, I will return shortly I promise." His voice was so deep and so soothing.

It also sounded so familiar, almost as if I had heard it somewhere else before. I heard him move from the bed side and then a door opened and closed quietly. I don't know how long he was gone for but I know it wasn't long before I had fallen back asleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep for but I re-awoken to someone placing their palm over the top of my forehead. I groaned slightly from how cold their hand felt, it was rather painful. Why was my body so hot?

"She's burning up, Reid." Another man had said. He didn't sound British at all, he was very much American.

"But why? What has caused this?" It was the deep voiced British man again. He sounded like he was standing beside me again too. What was going on right now? I heard someone sigh, I couldn't tell who but that didn't really matter did it?

"Jackson! What has caused this!" The British man yelled this time. These names – I peaked open an eye and moved my head around to try to get a look at these men.

"Hey there, whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy dar'ln." Two hands were placed on each side of my shoulders as I went to sit up as the man who was sitting next to me, the American, helped me sit up.

"I'm not that fragile." I placed my hand over my face and ran it softly against my skin. I could feel my body shaking and I believed I knew what was wrong with me – God damn it.

"I need my pill bottle." I said, my hand still covering my eyes as I tried my best to keep the room from spinning.

The room was silent I figured that both men were looking at one another before the British man scuffled his feet to the door and opened it – shouting out some orders for my "personal affects" to be brought into the room.

"What are the pills for?" The American asked. I took a deep breath.

"Their for my sugar. If my sugar gets too low or I forget to eat I can pass out, or go into a coma." The room was silent again but only for a short time after that, a chuckle followed.

"Well, I'm a doctor and I've never heard of anything like that before." I frowned.

How in the world can you say in the same sentence that you're a doctor and yet you've never heard of something as common as low blood sugar? I just chuckled back.

"You must not be a very good doctor then, doc." He snorted. I heard the door open again and I heard someone going through my things. I heard my pills clack and then I felt the pills being placed into my open hand that I held out.

"Could I have some water, please?" A glass was quickly poured upon my request and I popped the lid open and popped two sugar pills into my mouth and swallowed them with the water.

That should at least help with my dizziness, as for the fever I was running it too should go away soon as soon as my blood pressure stabilizes. It took only a couple of minutes till the dizziness stopped and I was feeling a lot better. I sighed and removed my face from my hand and went to look over to the two men who had helped me.

"Thank yo – " I stopped.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth suddenly grew dry. The man that sat down next to me, was Homer Jackson – the man standing next to me slightly across the room by the window was Edmund Reid. Both men were from the famous Netflix show Ripper Street. I couldn't form words as I pushed my dirty blonde bangs out of my eyes to get a better look at the two of them.

They seemed just as confused as I was with the looks they were giving me.

"Dar'ln are you oka – "

"Shhh." He shut up mid-sentence as I pushed my lips together and made the noise to quiet him.

I just looked at Reid as if I was trapped in a trance and I couldn't escape. He looked at me curiously almost as if trying to figure out as to why I was looking at him that way. I don't know why but I had always found this man so beautiful on the television screen but up close the screen didn't do him justice. Finally, I sighed and closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Why me?"

"What?" Jackson questioned.

"Out of all the million of fucking people in the world why did that old man have to send me to help!"

"Help? Help who?" Reid asked, worried that something was terribly wrong.

"To help you! He just had to make me drink that damned drink! Oh, it won't be like that last time! He said, Oh no! It'll be much safer this time round! Yeah! Jack the fucking Ripper is running free in the streets – and I'm a woman! How much safer is that?! Damn you – " I proceeded to climb my way onto my knees and shook my fists into the air. "Damn you old man! I'm so sick of your shit!"

Both men looked between one another as they carefully watched me moving around in my muddied up t-shirt and blue jeans around on the cot to the best of my abilities without falling. Apparently, my yelling was also drawing attention to the other fellow officers outside as my attention was quickly drawn to Reid closing the curtain on the door window.

"Miss, please, I need you to calm down and explain to me as to what you mean. Who is this old man that you speak? Why are you here to help me? Who sent you? Where did you come from?" Reid was getting serious, but that was just his character all together.

I quieted down, knowing better than to get him all wound up. I slipped myself off the cot and sat down onto the free chair in front of his desk. Jackson got up to stand by the door with his arms crossed over his chest and Reid took his place behind his desk.

"First off, I'd like to thank you both for taking care of me. And I'm sorry for calling you a poor doctor, I know you're one of the best doctors around – " Jackson seemed confused, but never the less pleased.

"And you're noting going to believe half the stuff that I tell you, I'm letting you know that now. Honestly if I were you I wouldn't believe half of what I'm getting ready to tell you either if I were you, but it's the truth." Reid was now sat behind his desk and leaned forward slowly, folding his hands together.

"I'll know if you're telling the truth." His eyes were glistening, they only did that when he felt empathy for who he was speaking to, to the people he wished to help. I took a small breath and looked out the window, trying to think of the best way to explain everything. I noticed just how dark it was outside right now and I begun to wonder for how long I had laid in Reid's office.

"My name is Emma Smith. I'm from another world. I was brought here to help you in your quest to find your daughter, Mathilda Reid."