I would like to apologize to VHunter for not publishing this sooner. I admit to some laziness and forgetfulness. Also I filters problems, loss of internet and a car accident. Mostly laziness. I plan to to repeat this in future.

Chapter One

Sherlock Holmes peered over the edge of his book at the boy before him. Hugh Ibuka Holmes had taken up residence in Baker Street ever since the news of his being unable to return to his own universe had been made known. He seemed to adjust fairly well to a new life, new school, and new friends. Much better than would be expected under such devastating circumstances. Yet Holmes could sense that something was still amiss. He watched the boy as he rushed about the flat preparing for school.

"Hugh, I need to speak with you on a subject of some importance."

Hugh hesitated, he was still holding on the back that was now balanced on his leg as he tried to zip up pack. Finishing he placed it by his feet and waited.

Holmes rose from his chair by the unused fireplace, methodically placed a marker in his book and laid it aside. Never having had many opportunities to deal with children, he was somewhat unsure how exactly to proceed.

"Hugh, I have noticed that you've seemed somewhat...distracted, of late. You, don't seem quite yourself. Is...Is everything well with you?"

Hugh hesitated again, his chest burned. Telling Holmes what was on his mind made him uncomfortable.

"I-I'm not sure myself. It seems as through the past is weighing down on me."

Holmes cleared his throat, quite unsure how to respond to that. "Would you...care to discuss it?"

"I don't think I can."

Hugh picked up his backpack and held it for a moment like he was looking for support by just hugging the pack.

"I have enough trouble... Try to keep busy enough that I can't think about it. Sometimes I can't sleep. I can't even eat at time. I've barely eaten in the last few days."

Hugh chuckled mournfully, "It's just goes to show I'm a Holmes."

Holmes did his utmost to ignore the unintentional barb.

"Well...if you need to...if there's anything you wish..." He sighed. Why did communication suddenly seem so difficult?

"If you require anything from me, you need not hesitate to ask."

Hugh's voice was hush, "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

"You're quite welcome....now you best be off. We wouldn't want you to be late."

Hugh picked up the pack and left without saying a word.

It was surprisingly quiet for a power plant. Hugh had been to only one other in the past and it was rather loud in comparison. Students gathered a large glass cylindrical dome; inside a stack glowed as it emitted sparks.

"…main components are inside in the stack…" The engineer continued his explanation.

Hugh was taking notes when a small hand reached around and forced an object into his hand holding the notebook. Not looking to see who it was he unfolded the note, laying it across the open notebook.

Sunday at 6pm.

Deidre

Hugh read the note and then examined it to the best of his ability. The slant, baseline, margins, spacing, pressure, size of the writing, the zones, connecting strokes, the size and placement of the signature. Deidre's note showed under the message emotion towards the future event in question. It was no secret to him that Deidre found him attractive. He was just so surprised that she might make it clear so soon.

Hugh followed the group unconsciously as they walked past the dome. Jolted back to reality by his suddenly bumping into the dome and the sudden shock of electricity passing threw his body. The lights went out and Hugh collapsed. For a minute he laid there in the darkness before he managed to gather his things and stand. He walked back to where the class was huddled in the darkness.

Minutes later the lights went on the engineer announced to the teacher and class the field trip was over due to problems with one of the generators.