She opened her eyes slowly as thousands of thoughts flew through her head. So many things, so many people, except for one.

"Holmes." She whispered, eyes going wide, "How long has it been?"

The TARDIS chirped to her and she sighed, "Four days?" She sat up from her position on the floor, "Send a message to M, tell him that it's done and that I plan to visit Holmes."

She shakingly stood up, holding onto the edge of the console for support, "Also, mirror please."

A mirror flipped up on the console and her eyes went wide. Staring back at her was a woman with pale skin, big gray-blue eyes, and long light brown hair. Her eyes were definitely the most notable feature on her youthful face, while her plump lips were the second. She touched her cheeks carefully, "I...I look so young."

She kept staring at her eyes, they reminded her of someone. Well, there's always the possibility that something influenced my regeneration...But, who has eyes like these?

The TARDIS' overhead screen flashed through countless faces quickly before stopping rather abruptly at one face. One face she knew very well.

"Holmes? That's what you're thinking?" The TARDIS beeped in rapid succession and she sighed, "Well, I was messaging him before I regenerated." She let go of the console and straightened up, "5'10? Man, this is the tallest I'll probably ever be." She shook her head, trying to focus on the subject at hand, "I need to get out of these clothes."

She ran down the corridor and flung a door open, a million things going through her head. She picked out a white peasant blouse that had blue flower designs near the scoop neck, black pants that hugged her figure and a pair of black ankle combat boots. She grabbed a dark blue double-breasted trench coat with white buttons and a belt, and some leather gloves.

She fixed the coat before grinning, "Now just to find the guy."

Running back out to the console, she felt excited. Excited to finally meet the man she was told to observe for so so long. "How much time has passed for him, I know it was only four days for me, but I don't trust you on the outside time."

The TARDIS beeped in annoyance and the woman cried out in pain, "You shocked me?! Ugh forget you, I'll just find out myself!"

The woman stomped out into the cold London air. She would never get used to it, no, it was far too different. You were punished so you better get used to it. Her mind reminded her causing her to sigh once more. I seem to be doing a lot of that. She thought as she gazed at the sky, Perhaps this body likes doing that.

She picked up her pace and looked at a familiar street sign, Baker Street. She would soon meet him, and all those years waiting and watching will be worth it. She glanced up at the sky, And they will let me return once I discover the truth.

The truth of who Sherlock Holmes really was.


The woman folded her hands in her lap, tilting her head with a little grin on her face. She seemed so nonchalant as she sat in the chair. Correction, his chair.

"Why did you let her up?" John asked, looking at Mrs. Hudson who sat in the other chair.

"She said that you told her to wait here." She said, looking at Sherlock whose eyes were locked onto the woman's own.

The woman pulled out her phone, "Yep, here it is!"

If I'm not there, just wait - SH

He quickly looked at his own phone, he wasn't too surprised to find that he did not send it, nope, he recognized someone who could do that. And that someone was sitting a few feet in front of him.

"Who are you?" He asked, looking her over.

"Names Talia, Talia Teeven." She rolled her shoulders, "And you are Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. One a self-proclaimed consulting detective and the other a war veteran. Afghanistan, isn't it?"

John looked surprised as the young woman looked at him in expectation, "Erm...Yeah." He said after a minute or so.

She stood up, her eyes closing as her phone rang, she whipped it out, "Yes?" Her eyes snapped open, "Oh...it's you. Yeah, I'm busy! Very very busy, with a task of utmost importance-Wait...what?" She froze, "You wouldn't, you promised to leave him out of this! It's just us, he was never in the deal! Fine, just leave him alone." She hung up the phone and shook her head, pushing past the two men in the doorway, her expression now neutral as she went down the stairs.

Talia grabbed her jacket and threw it on, "We'll meet again, Holmes, and in the most unexpected place." She shot him a wink, "Remember that and please do figure out who M is."


Not many things surprise him, yet here he was surprised at the woman's last sentence, It's nearly identical to what Taylor Temmer had said.

He still had Taylor Temmer's phone, it was far too interesting to get rid of after all, and when it chimed his eyes flew to it.

"The woman's phone...How?" John asked, shocked as Sherlock grabbed it and turned it on.

"I told you we'd meet again. Is someone in denial? Ah...Even the greatest mind cannot figure it out, ah, I love humans...They simply cannot compute the impossible, even when the impossible is completely possible. If I told you what and who I was, you'd be denying it without a second thought. A madwoman you would call me, you would say that I deserve to be in the mental ward. I would try to prove it to you, but you would walk away. You would erase the notion of the impossible being possible, you'd rewrite your memories of me. You. Would. Forget." Taylor chuckled, "Remarkable...You're so remarkable. Remember that, Holmes, and please do figure out who M is."

"Talia Teeven and the Taylor Temmer are connected." He stated, eyes wide as the phone chirped once more.

"One mystery down...A thousand more to go...Have fun Holmes." Taylor's voice faded, and Sherlock pocketed the phone.

"Could Talia and the Taylor be the same person?" John asked, watching as the man pulled out his own phone.

"Taylor Temmer was black with brown eyes and black hair, she also had a northern accent. Talia Teeven is the complete opposite of that." Sherlock said, looking at John with a slight frown on his otherwise emotionless face.

Meanwhile

"Ms. Teeven, what brings you here?" The man asked, a small smile on his face.

"Cut the crap, M, you know why I'm here. I don't appreciate what you did. You know that I need to do this, so stop being so dang overprotective of your little bro." She stated quietly, her voice full of venom.

"Nobody else is here, and is it such a horrible thing to worry about your sibling sometimes?"

"The way you worry is horrible. Threatening me with gunmen, give me a break." She glared at him, causing him to drop his smile.

"We both know how unpredictable you could be, and I don't trust unpredictable." He replied, a serious look on his face.

"I'd never hurt him, Mycroft." She said, her voice going soft, "You know that, you're not stupid."

He was about to reply when someone knocked on the door. The person turned out to be Anthea who glanced up at the two, "Your brothers here."

Mycroft glanced at Talia who shrugged in response, "Send him in."

Anthea nodded as she continued to text on her phone, closing the door as Talia frowned.

"He figured it out that quick? Heh, should've known." She said, looking at her fingernails.

The doors opened and she smirked but kept looking at her nails.

"What do you know about her?" Sherlock asked, looking at Mycroft with annoyance in his voice.

"Talia Teeven?" He looked at his brother with an amused smirk, "Quite a bit, but I believe she could tell you more."

Talia stood up, whipping around with a look of mischief in her eyes. "Hello, Holmes."

"Why are you here?" The man asked, but she could tell that he knew why.

She smirked, "You know why."

"The man on the phone-"

Talia nodded, "Correct. And M is…"

"Mycroft." The man finished, a little smirk on his face at the fact that he figured her mystery out.

She turned around to face him, "And the phone, what about that phone?"

He instantly frowned, shooting her a look of question that seemed so out of place on him.

"Think. What connects me, Talia Teeven and Taylor Temmer?" She said, folding her arms as she glanced at the pocket holding the phone, "And an even greater mystery...How is Taylor messaging you? Surely there isn't a way she could've lived. A shot through the left ventricle? Death is guaranteed, and she disappeared. She never made it to a hospital, no, she died in an alleyway." Talia shrugged, tilting her head at him, "Yet...She continues to message you."

He didn't say anything right away, but she could tell he was not expecting that. "How do you know all this? Taylor Temmer's body was never found." He stated, walking up to her with that look of barely disguised shock in his eyes.

She could tell it was killing him, the fact that she knew something he didn't was something he obviously hated. His eyes were practically scanning her as she kept up the smile.

"I know many things, so many things that it hurts sometimes." She said quietly, "No fun if you know everything."

"Yet there's something you don't know." He said, gazing into her eyes. He's good. Talia thought as she studied his expression, Really good.

Her smile fell, "I can't solve him. Years and years have gone by, yet, here I am, still struggling to discover what goes on in his head." She sighed, "He's the reason I haven't killed myself. He's my never-ending mystery that I can't solve."