Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes and Co. They belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Lauren's POV
"Mr. Holmes, what are you doing in this century" I asked. The boy in front of me looked pretty shocked. "Lauren, what has happened?" He asked. It was definitely the detective whom I knew. There was no mistake about that hawk-like nose and gray eyes. Alice and Ann-Marie looked startled. "Can someone please tell me what is going on?" Alice asked. Oh dear!
"Well, that is Mr. Holmes." I pointed to Holmes. He looked shocked as well. "But I thought he is supposed to be an adult!" Ann-Marie exclaimed. The boy looked over his figure. He was an eight year old boy, brown-haired and wearing his normal mouse-colored dressing grown and his pajamas. Then he gave a loud scream. Alice covered her ears and glared at him. "Will you keep quiet? Now what shall we do with you?" She said. Holmes shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know. One minute, I was with Watson when an old man entered the room, knocked Watson out, and the next thing I knew, I am here, in this body." He said the last word with contempt. It was clear that he did not like this situation either.
"Well, looks like you are going to stay with us for a while. Ann-Marie and Alice, meet Sherlock Holmes. Mr. Holmes, meet Ann-Marie Moriarty and Alice Sargon." I introduced them. Alice turned scarlet while Ann-Marie was turning red and shaking her fist at him. I calmed the both of them down before asking Holmes about his plans. "I do not know. May I bunk in with you, Lauren? After all, you owe me a favor after splashing fish on me." He asked. Ann-Marie stared at me. "Lauren, did you use the water barrel technique again? I told you that the trick was not original. You should have used the paint job." She replied.
"Paint job? What do you do that required a paint job?" He inquired.
"Alice, Ann-Marie and I are school pranksters. The paint job was a trick on the science teacher in order to stop him from ogling at me. Ann-Marie devised the trick such that he would walk into the classroom, gets several water bombs on his face and then would get covered with yellow paint. Then tar would be splashed on his entire body and we would come and spray feathers on his body. The end-result would be that he would look like a chicken. It worked beautifully, but we didn't know that he detested the color yellow and so had totally freaked out and fainted. He was still splashed with tar and feathers though." I explained.
Holmes gulped. I was certain he was thanking that I did not do the same trick on him as well. Then, Alice's mother came along.
"Who is this, girls?" She asked.
"My name is William Holmes, Mrs. Sargon. The girls had invited me." Holmes replied.
"Okay then. Alice, let William sleep on that camp bed. He can use your brother's old clothes. I think that they would fit him." With that, she exited the room.
"William Holmes?" I inquired after she had left.
"My mother had named me William while my father gave me Sherlock as a middle name. Brother Mycroft had James as a first name." He explained. Alice giggled while Ann-Marie stared at him. I looked at the time. It was ten o'clock. I told them to go to bed and showed Holmes to his room. My mother had a talk with him. She said that she wants Holmes to go to our school. I had no choice to accept.
Now, all I have to do is to introduce them to the boys.