Sherlock Of Oz

Chapter Three: Irene's Castle

AN: So new story idea (I hope ;)) this is a Sherlock!Oz crossover. This isn't a total re-write though, it's my own version of Wizard Of Oz with BBC Sherlock.

Summary: John finds himself in the strange and magical world of Oz and sets out to meet the Great Wizard in order to return home. But what happens when he falls in love the mysterious wizard? Will he still want to go home?

Characters:

Sherlock - The Wizard

John - Dorothy

Irene - The Wicked Witch Of The West

Molly - Glinda the Good Witch

Lestrade - The Scarecrow

Mycroft - The Tin Man

Mike Stanford - The Lion

"What's that? Harry, is that you?" John asks, staring at the crystal.

"John. John. John, please." Comes Harry's reply through the crystal.

"Harry, I was trying to get home but now I'm stuck in the Witch's castle in Oz. I'm still trying to get back though. I'm coming home I promise. Harry? Harry!"

Harry's face disappears and is replaced by the Witch's.

"Harry! Harry! Aww, poor John. Poor lost John. A shame you'll never see her again."

Outside, Lestrade, Mycroft and Mike are still trying to get inside. Unfortunately, they get jumped by some of the Witch's helpers. They wrestle for a few moments before Lestrade, Mycroft and Mike reappear, dressed in the uniforms of the helpers.

"Well, that went well." Lestrade says, getting his breath back.

"Well done, Mike." Mycroft smiles.

"Thanks."

Some more of the Witch's helpers appear and Lestrade has another idea.

"Come on, follow me."

They join the back of the line into the castle. The drawbridge goes up and the three look around.

"Where now?"

"Um, how about up there?"

"Yeah, let's go."

They run to the top of the stairs but Lestrade stops them.

"John, are you in there?"

"Yeah, I am. Oh, guys, how I'm glad to see you."

"Right, ready you two?" Mike asks, looking at the others. "Open! Open!"

"Don't push."

"Stop pushing!"

"I was just trying to help."

"Guys, don't mean to rush you but the hourglass is running out and the Witch is going to come back soon."

"Stand back." Mycroft announces, picking up his axe and smashing the door with it.

It eventually gives way and John runs out.

"Thanks guys."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I knew you guys would make it in time."

"Come on, let's go then."

They start to run down the stairs but Irene suddenly appears.

"Aww, you're leaving, John. But we were having so much fun."

"What do we do?"

"Roar, go on, roar."

"And what's that going to do?"

"Exactly, you're trapped here. Oh, poor things. So what am I going to do with you?"

John picks up Mycroft's axe and swings it at Irene's head, it slices through her neck and kills her stone dead.

"You've killed her." One of the helpers screams.

"I didn't think I was that good of a shot."

"Finally! The Wicked Witch is dead!" The helpers cheer loudly and hug John.

"Wait, you wanted her dead?"

"Of course we did, she kept hitting us with the broom." A helper replies sadly.

"The broom! Where is it? Can we have it?"

"Of course, here. Take it."

"Thank you. Guys, we can go to the Wizard and tell him we killed the Witch."

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"What? She's dead? You killed her?" The Wizard booms when the group return to the Palace.

"Yes, now, can you grant us our requests now?"

"Oh."

"Can we?"

"Let me think about it? Come back tomorrow."

"What? Tomorrow? But I have to get home."

"I said come back tomorrow!"

"If you are as great as you say you are, you can keep the promises you made." John threatens.

"You dare to threaten the Great Oz? You ungrateful creatures?

Be thankful that I will see you ..." John notices that there is a man behind a curtain with controls and a microphone. " ... tomorrow and not in ..."

John motions the others over as the Wizard continues to speak; " ... twenty years. Now, the Great Oz has spoken."

John pulls back the curtain to reveal a man, just an ordinary man.

"The Great Oz, eh? You're nothing but a man."

"No, I am the Great Wizard of Oz!" The Wizard's voice still booms around the room.

"You? Seriously?"

"Yes, I am." The Wizard replies, turning off the microphone and stepping away from the controls.

"You're just a man."

"Yeah, I am."

"You're a fake." Lestrade adds angrily.

"Yes ... I am."

"Yeah and a seriously bad guy."

"Oh, no. Not a bad guy, just a bad wizard."

"Well, you better be good enough to send John back to London."

"Yes, of course but please don't shout at me."

"You're afraid."

"Yes, just a little."

"What about us?"

"Well ..."

"You did make them promises." John agrees.

"You silly fools. You had what you were looking for all along. Scarecrow, every little creature has a brain, you just have to know how to use it."

"The square root of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side. You're right, I have a brain. Thank you!"

"And lion, you think that just because you run away then you have no courage, when in actual fact, you are wise to run away. Therefor, you have always had courage. And here you are." The Wizard hands Mike a medal. "For bravery, my dear friend, the Triple Cross."

"I'm ... speechless."

"And you, you're lucky not to have a heart. Hearts can be corrupted and broken. Besides, a heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by others." The Wizard replies, handing him a heart shaped clock.

Mycroft holds it to his ear and hears the ticking before holding it up to John's ear.

"It ticks. Listen, can you hear it?"

"Yeah."

"Look at my medal, it says courage."

"What about John?" Lestrade asks suddenly.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have anything left. But I can take you back myself."

"Really? You can get me home?"

"You have little faith in me, I'm from London myself. I was born and raised there. I was driving one day when there was a storm and I ended up here."

"So what happened?"

"Well, they named me the Wizard. Thought I was magic to end up in this land. And by that car, I will take you home."

"Thank you."

"Come along then."

John follows the Wizard out into the courtyard to the car.

"Um, I guess this is goodbye then."

"No, not goodbye just, see you later."

"Yeah, but now I guess ... I don't want to go. I've made so many friends here."

"Then stay with us."

"I can't, I have to go. I have to see my sister. I just wish I had been able to go home from the start."

"Oh, John. You always had the power to go home." Molly replies.

"I did?"

"Yes, all you had to was believe."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you had to learn it for yourself. Now, that ruby tie should take you home easily."

"Oh, well, then this is goodbye then."

"Only for a while, John." Lestrade replies.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm ready then."

"Close your eyes and wiggle the tie. Think to yourself, 'there's no place like home, there's so place like home' and remember to believe, John."

"Okay. There's no place like home, there's no place like home."

The scene begins to change around John and slowly he slips back out of this world.

x..x

"Is he alright?" A voice asks sadly.

"His vital signs are progressing now. I think he's waking up."

"John. John!" A familiar voice says, shaking John slightly.

"Sherlock?" John asks, feeling suddenly very sick and dizzy.

"John, you're back!"

"Yeah, I am. Wait, what? Where am I? I was in Afghanistan."

"Do you remember anything, Doctor Watson?" A nurse asks professionally, looking at a chart.

"Um, I'm not sure."

"There was an explosion and you hit your head." Sherlock replies solemnly.

"Do you remember that?" The nurse asks.

"No, I was in Afghanistan and then this place called Oz."

"He's delusional." Sherlock exclaims.

"No, he knows you by name. I've seen this before. It seems he's created a world and filled the memory of his friends in it to protect his sanity. It's somehow kept his memory of you in tact but not the memories of anything past Afghanistan."

"But ..."

"Mr Holmes, his memory will come back in time but right now, he's in a fragile condition. He has been in a coma for two weeks, it will take time."

"Wait, coma?"

"I'm afraid so, Doctor Watson."

"Oh, God."

"Um, I have some good news though, um, your sister is here. You remember her, don't you? Harry?"

"Yes, of course I do, you bloody idiot. Send her in, Sherlock."

Sherlock and the nurse leave and John tries to comprehend that he's been in a coma for two weeks.

'That can't be possible.' John thinks. 'What the hell is going on?'

"John! Oh my God, John, I was so worried." Harry runs in and grips her brother tightly.

"Harry! Are you okay?"

"Am I okay? John, you've been in a coma for two weeks and you're asking if I'm okay?"

"Yeah, silly isn't it?"

"You were always such a good brother, John. Trying to keep me on the straight and narrow, I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks." John replies awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry we've drifted apart."

"It's okay, Harry. Don't worry."

"Anyway, I have work but I'll send Sherlock in. You know, he's barely left your side since it happened."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You're lucky to have a friend like him. He might be weird but he's a great man."

"Yeah, he really is." John smiles, remembering the Great Oz.

"Right, well, I'll be going. Bye, little brother."

"Bye, Harry."

x..x

This is my latest blog update, my story of how I visited a far away world named Oz and how a good man became a great man. This is the day that Sherlock Holmes found his heart and became the Great Sherlock Holmes. JW