I woke up late in the morning to a phone call coming from the hotel land line. I could hear myself growl at the phone before I picked it up. "Hello…?"

"Yes, Miss Nedved we just received a phone call informing us that your flat has caught on fire," My sleepy half closed eyes were soon were as wide as saucers and I dropped the phone. I quickly grabbed my things before running out the hotel room, leaving the door wide open as I made a mad dash for the elevador. Once inside, I kept pressing the lobby button as if hitting it would make the elevator move quicker. As I came to a stop, I squeezed my way through the still opening doors and bolted out of the hotel not even bothering to return the room key that I was assigned. Getting on the main road and flagging down a taxi, with great haste I told them my address and asked them to hurry.

Though the ride was painfully slow, as we turned onto baker street and I could see my flat my nerves disappeared. My flat was completely fine. The same as I had left it when I ran out last night. Did I get a prank call? The taxi pulled up and I paid him his fare and just stared at the building. There was indeed no fire coming out of the windows, or smoke. Everything was perfectly normal. I slowly walked up the steps and unlocked my door. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it wasn't anything I could have imagined.

I could see that my photos had been taken out of the albums and pinned to the large open wall on the far side of my flat. Along with maps and other images. I took even slower steps as I dropped my bag at the door and looked around curiously.

"Welcome back," I screamed like a banshee as a certain detective was in my kitchen looking at couple images. I held my chest as I waited for him to react to my scream. He didn't. Throwing my hands to the side, I marched over him.

"What are you still doing here? Didn't you take me running away last night as a sign that what you didn't wasn't something a normal person would do?"

"Well I am far for a 'normal' person and I had work to do. You running out was quite easily the best outcome of last night. I didn't have to keep pretending to be your boyfriend and I got valuable information about who you are pretending to be." He gave one of his little know it all smirks and I turn away from afraid that if I didn't I would slap him.

"What did you do to my living room?" I walked toward the wall and looked at the string that tied everything together.

"Isn't painfully obvious or are you as dumb as everyone else around here? I would have figured you might have had some knowledge stored in that mind of yours, but I could be wrong," I grinded my teeth as I tried not to take his bait, but no luck.

"Well If I would have to guess at what you were TRYING to do. I would guess that you were trying to piece my life together. Starting with the day I was born up until…" I stopped realizing what he really was trying to do. He was trying to pinpoint the day that I wasn't me anymore. That day the current me replaced this worlds me. I looked at the wall more carefully occasionally touching the string to help me follow the chaos that was his masterpiece.

The parents that this life had seemed to be good ones. There was plenty of photos of me when I was a child with them. Every birthday had lots of photos of me with family and friends. Seeing my face like this was so odd. I didn't have pictures like this. I had memories of birthdays getting gifts from my parents and that's about it. I didn't have birthday parties. I then turned my attention to the vacation photos that were tied to different parts of the world. I had been to almost every continent and done so much. I had gone to Australia with my ex that was going to ask me to marry him. I followed the red line to a photo of me and him kissing at a restaurant. Who ever I was before had a perfect life. Then I suddenly took over and I ruined everything for her. I crushed a life.

"As you can see 'you've' lived quite an exciting life. You were the center of attention your entire life and you excelled with it. You did plenty of things and went to many a place. Always surrounded with friends," The way he spoke, he wasn't being a smart ass about it. He sounded bored at how normal it was. I couldn't help but snicker at that thought. Sherlock Holmes thought that this life was boring. Imagine what he would think if he knew my normal life. He looked at me annoyed and tried to read my thoughts, even though that was beyond his skills, "What are you laughing at?" He watched as emotions flickered across my face.

"Oh nothing," I started to fully laugh was starting to lose control of my laughter. I covered my face with my hands tried to make myself stop. I didn't know how Sherlock was reacting to this but I could only imagine him getting irritated at me. As my laugh attack started to die down I tried to get a look at him but the tears in my eyes blurred his face. I wiped them away, only to hear my doorbell ring.

I walked over to it and opened to find a police officer at my door looking at me worriedly. "Sorry to bother you Ma'am but we got a call of a woman screaming coming from this flat. Are you alright?" He stopped looking at me and was looking at Sherlock ready to arrest him. I looked from the officer to Sherlock and weighed my options.

"No no, I'm fine just saw a really big spider. Thank you for concern though," I spoke to him and gave him a smile. He still looked concern not taking his eyes on Sherlock.

"Alright, If you have any trouble, any at all just call and we'll take care of anything that might be bothering you Ma'am. Have a good day," I said my pleasantries and walked back into the kitchen needing something to drink.

"Why didn't you tell him I broke into your flat?" Sherlock asked still in the same position he had been when I stood at the memory wall. I didn't answer him as I started to make some chocolate milk. I poured milk into a pot and put some chocolate mix into it and waited it to warm up. I thought of his question and the best way to answer it.

"You aren't a threat to me," I smiled to myself as the bubbles started to form. I knew he would be aggravated with my answer and so I continued trying to clarify my thoughts.

"Yes, you've upset me and made me sad. You've googled me and technically stalked me for the last few months. This is also the second time you've broken into my flat and the third experiment, that I know about," I glanced at him not sure if he did have other experiment that he had tried out. "You've made me mad, and caused me to flee my flat to a hotel on my birthday. But that's just who you are. You are Sherlock Holmes, you are a high functioning Sociopath that can't stand not knowing things. You hurt people without out seconds thoughts without realizing it and you don't feel much remorse after finding out the pain you've caused. I don't enjoy being sad but seeing as it was not your intent to cause me harm, whether it was physical or mental, I just can't bring myself to be mad at you. For very long"I whispered the last part to myself. I poured the hot chocolate into a boring black mug and turned around and leaned against the counter. I took a slow slip and watched Sherlock analyzing what I had said.

"I know that must sound weird to you," I let a smile play on my lips as I let my eyes drop not really looking at anything.

"I'm not gonna get you arrested. Though I would like you not to break into my house, if you would be so kind," I brought my gaze back up to him and gave him a hopeful smile. Though from the look on his face that this wasn't gonna be the first or last time he breaks into my flat.

"You are entertaining me as much as my mystery of my past is for you. You are right, my life isn't as exciting as it used to be. I'm simpler and even more boring then I used to be," I stuck my tongue out at him and continued, "So overall I'm not gonna have you arrested," I walked out of the kitchen and sat down on my couch and waited for his response. He seemed to think about it. He opened his mouth about to respond then grabbed his coat and left the flat.

"Of course," I shook my head and stood up and shut the door that he left open. I caught eye of his coat disappearing into his flat. I rolled my eyes and returned to the couch and looked over the memory wall. It actually very useful to learn about this life.

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I slid a napkin into place and proceed to roll the silverware and continued to the next one. It had been over a week since Sherlock had left my flat and I had to admit, I missed him. I needed to find something different to keep my mind and time busy. I hadn't realized how boring I really was. Going to work, coming home and watching tv. I even took down his memory wall since it seemed unimportant since he never came back for it. I heard the little bell go off at the front door to signify that someone had entered. Today had been such a slow day so I was grateful for someone showing up. I stopped my rolling and walked to lobby. I grabbed a menu and found the gentleman that had walked in. I smiled at him and put down the menu in front of him, "Good afternoon, how are you?" He was normal looking guy, a little on the cute side with a very nice suit on. Men in suits just looked more appealing.

"I'm doing wonderful, and yourself?" I was caught a little off guard with his voice it was very odd and familiar. I couldn't place where I had heard it but I knew I had heard it before.

"That's great and I'm doing good thank you for asking," I tried not to ponder on that fact as I continued with taking care of him. "My name is Eli and I'll be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Tea would be lovely," I gave one last smile and returned to the counter to prepare his tea. The counter is in complete view of everyone so as I got his drink ready I could feel him looking at me. I was used to people watching me by now, since I didn't have a british accent people seemed to stare more than they would I spoke like them. I figured it would be the same if we were in america. If I had british server that was cute, I'd watch them too. Or maybe just their butt. I giggled to myself and I returned with his tea. He was still obviously watching me which was a little odd. Once I made eye contact normally the customer would look away but this guy just looked back into my colorless eyes.

"Has anything on the menu caught you eye?" I asked politely. Normal people would have looked down at the menu whether they knew what they wanted or not.

"Not anything on menu," His smile grew a bit and I could feel a small blush creep its way onto my cheeks and I looked away not able to keep looking at him. "But I'll have whatever you recommend," I looked back to him and took his menu. I just nodded and headed toward the back and picked something that I thought might suit him. As I moved I could still feel his eyes on me. Most people in England wasn't as braisin as America. They were much more polite and it was kinda odd to find someone not as polite. He reminded me of Sherlock, just a little bit more normal, if you could use that word.

Not long after I put in his order it was ready and I brought it to him. He looked a little surprised at my selection for him. Even though he was in a nice suit, instead of getting him steak or something along those lines, I picked out a homely club sandwich with our special homemade fries. I wasn't sure if he was gonna like it but I took a leap and I was starting to regret it. "If you don't like or want it, I can take it back and get you something you'll like." I'd feel bad if he didn't like it and I'd rather pay for his meal then have a customer not enjoy their food.

"No no, I'm pleasantly surprised. Thank you Eli," He gave me a world winning smile and I gave him a smile back and returned to my back area. He finally took his eyes off of me and started to eat his meal. I took my place rolling silverware, every once in awhile I'd check if he needed anything but he seemed preoccupied on his phone. Finishing my rolling, I walked to the front to find something to do, to keep me busy. Emerging from the back I found that my customer had already departed and payed for his meal. I walked over to his table and began to clean it up. Moving his plate, I found a note with the name Tim on it, along with a number. I couldn't' help but to giggle and put it away in my pocket. I got a few admires every once in awhile and it was kinda nice to think that hey want my attention.

Hearing the front door open I looked to greet them but stopped to see Sherlock ducking behind the back of the counter as if it was a normal thing to do. I stared where he was hiding until a few other gentlemen walked in. "Have you seen a man about this tall with dark curly hair?" I resisted the urge to look where he was hiding.

"Sorry, that last person I saw left here about 10 minutes ago," They nodded and rushed out, continuing their search for the curly haired detective. He didn't come out immediately as I continued to clean the plates from my previous guest. Sherlock was a few feet from me as I cleaned. He had his back to the cabinets breathing heavily. He glanced at me every once in awhile as I cleaned without analogizing his presents.

"Basketball or football?" I glanced at him curious as to what he was going on about now. He didn't clarify for a long time and I wasn't gonna answer till he clarified. "Your ankles." I made a face and looked down at my ankles and understood what he was getting at. I had really bad ankles thanks to playing basketball. He mustn't had time to notice that about me yet since he hadn't seen my ankles.

"You tell me Mr. Holmes, you know my life as well as I do," I was being a little cold but I hadn't heard from him in a week. I was aggravated about that fact, since he had been coming here almost everyday for the last couple months.

"Can we ag-" The men from before opened the door again and took a few steps in and looked around once again for Sherlock. I ignored them and went back to cleaning. They didn't stay long continued their search. "We both know you aren't who you say you are, so as such can we agree on that? Not like I can prove you aren't Eliska Nedved. Your dna matches her perfectly," the last part he said in a hushed tone but I still heard him. I glared at him but quickly turned my attention to the plate that I had been washing for the last ten minutes. At least I could guarantee this plate was clean of germs. "Why are you so adamant on being her?" I threw down the plate and grabbed hold of the sink and looked at him.

"Did you ever consider that I am Eliska Nedved?" His face didn't change at my sudden anger.

"Why would I? You are not her. You are completely different than who she was. No matter if you look like her, you are simply are not her. I want to know who you are and why you are pretending to be her." I removed my hands from the edge of the sink and balled them at my sides. I was so pissed at him but I knew I had no real right to be. He was just being him and he was right. I wasn't the Eliska Nedved that used to live in this life. If I was in his situation it would drive me up the wall not knowing too. Taking a deep breath and I relaxed my hands and turned my attention back to the dishes.

"You wouldn't believe me, if I told you."

"Try me." I glanced at him sideways. He wasn't moving from that hiding spot and was waiting my response.

"My name is -" A man walked into the store looking quite annoyed. It took me a moment but I recognized him and thanks him mentally for saving me.

"Sherlock come out of hiding. We need to be going," Mycroft called out as he leaned on his cane waiting on his younger brother. I didn't looked at him as he rose and jumped over the counter. He had that little kid pout on his face as he left the store. I was about to breath a sigh of relief till I noticed Mycroft had walked over to the counter and was looking at me waiting my attention. I looked at him and waited.

"I'd advise you to stay away from Sherlock Holmes. He isn't someone you want to get mixed up with. Have a lovely day," He then walked through the front doors and followed his brother on their next adventure.

"Time like this I wish I drank," I muttered to myself as I set the plate aside to dry. I was just about to tell Sherlock everything because he looked at me with that demanding eyes. I should not have ever considered it. If everyone ever found out what I thought, they would throw me into a mental institution and throw away the key. Who would believe me either way? 'Oh hi I'm this person and I look just like her but I'm completely different and have no clue of her life.' Shaking my head I left the sink to sit down in a chair in the side office. I ran my hand through my hair and leaned back and stared at the light fixtures that had dead bugs in them. "Perhaps I should just get a passport and plane ticket to america and just live there. I could even move back to Texas and pretend like none of this happen. I could start fresh as Eliska Nedved. I don't have to pretend to be anyone but me. No one would know me. Just like I did here." Pulling my knees up to my chest I hid my face in them.

I don't know how long I sat like that but when I finally looked up, it was time for me to go home. Home. I can't call that place home. Even if I did live there for over half a year. It didn't represent me in a single way. It was cold and heartless. Just like my other self. I stood slowly and grabbed my bag and left the store. The night seemed oddly quiet and empty for only eight in the evening. The walk felt longer than normal and cold. Well colder than it normally was. I opened my door and walked into the flat that wasn't really mine. Dropping off my bag I collapsed onto the couch and passed out.

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I woke earlier than I would have liked. It was about seven in the morning and I was wide awake. I stared at the wall thinking of what I should do with life. Leaving Britain wasn't a bad idea. I could start completely over again in a place I knew. Rolling off the couch and standing. I walked into my kitchen and looked through a few drawers. I remember seeing a passport in one them but I wasn't sure which. Few minutes pass and I found the right one. I was steady on my resolve and I rushed into the bedroom. Changing into a pair of jeans and tank top. I slid a jacket over my shoulders and grabbed everything I thought I would need. Which wasn't much and I bolted out the door and into a Taxi.

I was in the airport in no time ready to get on the first flight to america. It didn't have to be Texas. As long as I was around people and culture I knew, I would be happier. I also wouldn't have a Sherlock trying to figure me out. I waited patiently as the line slowly moved up till I was in the front. "Hi, I need the first flight to America. Going for a vacation." She looked at me oddly since I had no luggage but continued either way. I got a first class ticket on a flight that would leave in less than an hour. I was overjoyed that I wouldn't have to wait hours on end to get a flight. With a smile plastered on my face I walked through security without incident. I found where I'd be departing from and took a seat and looked over my ticket more closely. I would be landing in New York. How exciting! I could go visit famous restaurants and explore.

The time passed in a blink of an eye and soon we were boarding. I had never ridden in first class before and it was extravagant. I got my own little space and it was like going to a spa inside an airplane. I got comfortable and the flight attendants did their little speal. We disembarked the tub thing and we were on the strip when everything crumbled to the ground.

"Sorry ladies and gentlemen seems we need to take care of something before we can liftoff. So please relax as we just turn around real quick and take care of the problem." At first I didn't think anything of this. That is until we were docked again. I was quietly drinking a coke when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. It was a police officer and he didn't look too happy to see me. I was escorted off the plane and I watched it leave.

I was taken to a small waiting room. I fiddled my thumbs as the time passed agonizingly slow. I looked around the room for the hundredth time trying to find something to keep me from losing my mind. The door was a boring grey that was locked from the outside. It had a window in it but I was sure that I wouldn't be able to break through it, even if I needed to. There was 122 ½ ceiling tiles, one air vent, and two hanging lights. Both of which had dead bugs in them. Looking down to my hands, they were handcuffed together but not very tightly, which I was grateful for. They looked different than the ones you see on tv. Shifting my hands I could hear the metal hitting one another. It was the only sound that could be heard from inside.

"Sorry for the wait but I hadn't planned that you would try and leave like this and I was out doing other business," Mycroft Holmes walked through the door and stood across from me. I didn't say anything at first just really shocked that he would keep me from leaving. "Oh dear you do look surprised. Perhaps I should explain since you haven't figured it out yet?" Once again, I didn't say a word. I'd rather him think I'm dumb then anything else. "Well after I noticed my brother interest with you I decided to do a little my digging myself. It is quite strange how you've changed in the last seven months," He did a hand motion and someone came in and sat down a projector on the table in front of me and walked out. "Just letting you know how almost impossible it was to find you on a video. Which is odd for this day in age, young people are always recording themselves and putting it on the internet. I had to ask a favor or two to get this." He flicked on the projector and someone from outside turned off the lights.

It took a few moments but soon a video came on. It looked like it was shoot from a camera phone and at the moment it was facing the ground. "Eli-bell come on just one little interview, this will make millions after you get your law degree and become a famous lawyer." The camera got shifted as if someone just got hit but he seemed persistent. Also, Eli-bell? What a stupid nickname who in god greens earth would think of such a stupid nickname. "Come on don't be like that, I know you hate being on video or recording but do this for me? Do it for you future husband?" The video stopped moving along the floor and got raised up to record a younger version of me. I was in a blazer and a professional skirt. I could feel my face cringe at the sight of it. I didn't wear that kinda thing and by the looks of it, I was right not to. It looked horrible on me.

"Oh alright but just this once and you better delete it afterwards," I had my hands on my hips and had a british accent. I kinda wish I still had the accent, it sounded really nice.

"Fucking awesome alright," The boy cleared his throat as he followed me around recording as he asked various questions. "After you become a lawyer do you think you'll ever stop?" What a stupid question.

"Why would I stop? I spent so long trying to achieve this, I won't retire till I'm 80 and can't see the words on the paper. I would rather die than to work as a waitress or a fastfood person. I can and will be a lawyer until the day I die or am killed to keep me quiet." The me on the film laughed as they continued on with the questioning. The more questions he asked, the more painfully obvious I wasn't her.

The lights turned on and I had to close my eyes with the sudden brightness. "As you see Miss Nedved, if it is painfully obvious, that is not you. So if you would be so kindly to tell me who you really are, we can continue with a solution," Mycroft leaned on his cane as he waited for my answer. What was a I supposed to say to him? 'Oh hey yea I am the person I say I am buuuuut I'm from a different various of this universe where I grew up in america and I have no idea how I got here. So if you find someway to send me back, that would be awesome.' Yea that didn't sound crazy at all. I looked to the side where Mycroft wasn't and tried to think of some excuse to save myself, but as the minutes ticked by I was in no better position than I was when he first asked his question.

Suddenly the door burst open and Sherlock walked through followed along by Watson. "What are you doing Sherlock?" Mycroft sounded pissed as Sherlock walked next to me and unlocked the cuffs and hauled me up by my arm.

"Owww," I held my arm where he pulled me up and he walked out again, without a word to his brother. Watson just stood in the doorway unsure of what was happening. I glanced at Mycroft but then soon followed Sherlock. Watson was behind me and we both followed him like puppys. "Hi, I'm Eli." I held out my hand to him and he took it.

"Watson, nice to meet you. Now why did we save you?"

"I have no idea"

Walking through the airport Sherlock barely looked at anyone as he passed through. A taxi was already waiting for us as we got out of the building. Sherlock opened the back door and waited for me and Watson to get in. Watson got in without a second thought but I hesitated at the door.

"You know I could just get my own taxi and just go home," I gave a weak smile but Sherlocks face was unchanging and he didn't move as he waited for me to get in. I looked in a different direction thinking of making a run for it but thought better of it. I got into the cab and was soon pushed into Watson from Sherlock getting in as well. I sat in the middle as the taxi as we took off, toward I assumed was 221B Baker street.

"So why did Mycroft have you in an airport security room?" Watson asked as he tried to break the silence. I looked at my wrists where I could still see the marks of the handcuffs.

"I was trying to leave to go to America." I rubbed the red marks trying to get them to go away.

"Why would he stop you?" Sherlock hadn't told him about his little obsession of trying to figure out my Identity.

"Sherlock thinks that I am not who I say am"

"Because you aren't, any idiot can see that, even Mycroft figured that out," Sherlock chimed in with thoughts even though no one asked him for it. I glared at him from the corner of my eye but looked at Watson.

"What do you mean Sherlock?" He didn't respond and I didn't feel keen to answer his question for him. The drive continued in silence until we arrived in front of their got out on his side and Sherlock on his. I got out on Watson's side seeing as it was the side closer to my flat.

"Well thanks for the ride, but I think I should retire to my flat," Even as I said those words I could see Sherlock wasn't gonna let me walk away after he saved me Mycroft. Sighing I followed behind them into their flat. Once inside Sherlock took his spot on his couch and picked up his violin and started messing with it. Watson hesitated but wondered into the kitchen to find something to eat. I was left there in the entry way.

"What now?"

[[Thank for reading! Really long chapter but I hope that's a good thing. Hey if anyone figures out the end game of this story I'll give you your own spotlight in here! I would love to hear from yall so feel free to leave a review and tell me what's on your mind!]]