An Old Friend
by crazylittlecheezer
Disclaimer -- I hereby do not own any of the GMD characters or ideas. They are the distinguished property of Miss Eve Titus and Disney.
Quick Note - This fic was written for Cybra's fanfiction/fanart contest. All and any reviews are greatly appreciated.
What can you say about a sixteen-year-old mouse who died?
He was brilliant. He was handsome. He was a master at figuring out the criminal mind. He could have had any young female in all of London, yet he was also alone. He was alone for most of his life. His mother and father left him at an early age; his older siblings grew up quickly and moved away -- he could not be anything but alone. For a while reality and insanity were at uneven equilibriums in his life.
He tampered with things he should not have and made many enemies at an early age. These arch rivals stuck to him like glue through his entire life. The number became far to high to count and his enemies soon out numbered his friends, however, this friend remained true.
Yet, through the hard times; quiet times when thought seemed to drift for days and time new no bounds, and through the easy times; answers came with the slightest hint of information and evidence. He solved the murders, the countless kidnappings, the mysterious deaths, and other inumerable problems in the world -- never asking for much and never wanting any glory. Though he never solved his own.
I watched him for many years as he went through client after client and case after case. I traveled with him every time like a faithful servant always at his side -- through thick and thin, blood and tears, laughter and accomplishment, pain and scars. I too gained scars.
They say the "Great Detective" was more then any normal thrity-year-old mouse, but I know the truth...
He was just like everyone else. He had times when life reared its ugly head. Times when love was lost and found. Times when tears stained his cheeks. Much like they are now. Though every time his tears have come he has never cried them alone. I have been there with him through thick and thin, through the cold winter winds and the soft spring breezes. His trusty trenchcoat of old. I hope he can always find comfort in my soft woolen folds and old wooden buttons. That is what best friends are for.
The contest was basically one in which one of the objects in Basil's life had to be personified. Hope this is what the contest maker was looking for! ;-)