"Right, I have to go and do my rounds." Watson stated apologetically, folding up the massive newspaper.

I nodded, still eating my crumpets, topped with Victorian Jam. Yes, I'm a Jam lover. It even gets capitalised in my head.

Watson paused.

"Miss Lydia, would you maybe like to come with me? I heard you mentioning a vague interest in Victorian medicine last night.

I screamed inside but hid it by taking another mouthful of food, stopping me from screaming out loud.

"Sure…why not?" I was aware my voice was a few pitches higher it should be.

"And Miss Rhiannon, you can stay with me for the day until Miss Lydia and Watson gets back."

"Um…Great." Rhiannon grinned.

"You should probably get changed first…" Holmes teased.

Rhiannon and I looked down at ourselves. "Ah…" I blushed. We ran out of the room, before pausing and running back in.

"We don't have clothes…" Rhiannon stammered. "Not ones that fit in here."

"You shall have to wear ours." Holmes replied, as if it was obvious. "Mrs. Hudson has already put them in your room, she wasn't happy but I don't think you're the types for dresses?"

"No." We chorused instantly.

We turned on the spot and ran back to our room. Holmes' clothes were spread out on Rhi's bed; I had Watson, down to the waistcoat.

"Oh Mycroft. Waistcoat!" I squealed. "Braces! Cotton shirts! Round collars!" It was cosplay heaven.

"If, heaven forbid, we go back…I want to take these clothes." Rhiannon agreed as we turned away from each other to get dressed as fast as possible.

The clothes were comfortable, god damn, and I turned to look at Rhi with a grin on my face.

"Oh My God. We are wearing our heroes' clothes…" I whispered.

We bounced on the spot for a few moments to get the excess fangirl energy out. Don't want to go embarrassing ourselves in front of Holmes and Watson by just spazzing out in front of them over that fact that they just Are.

Calming ourselves, we left our room and walked through to Holmes and Watson, who were sat in their chairs waiting, talking over a case or something. We walked over to them and I cheekily stole Watson's hat from his head, perching it on my own.

"Hey!"

"You have more than one. Probably." I smiled.

"Well…yes. But still." Watson smirked, then checked his pocket watch. "Ah. We need to get going, come on Miss Lydia. Goodbye Holmes, Miss Rhiannon."

I grinned at Rhiannon, and giggled when Holmes winked at me, before running out of the room. Yea, I was jealous that Rhi got to hang with Holmes, but I had a Watson.

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Rhiannon looked around the room, somewhat awkwardly.

She had Holmes all to herself…and she didn't know what to do. Typical Rhiannon. She thought. The guy I've crushed on since, like, 13, and he's staring at me…and I don't know what to say. Lydia would be laughing right now. But god…his eyes are so…Breath!

"So, Miss Rhiannon, what would you like to do?" Holmes steepled his fingers together and fixed her with that piercing gaze that he could so pull off.

"Um…can you tell me about the Study in Scarlet case?" Rhiannon asked, smirking.

"The first case with Doctor Watson?"

"Yes." Rhiannon smiled.

"Well, I suppose so. The weather is rather dreary, and I've had no work from Lestrade. I'm sure Mrs. Hudson will be happy to know I'm not destroying the rooms today. Speaking of…" He stood up. "Mrs Hudson!" He called.

"What have you broken now, Mr Holmes?" The woman in question appeared in the doorway.

"Nothing, I was simply requesting some tea for Miss Rhiannon." Holmes smiled.

Rhiannon grinned, tucking her legs under herself on Watson's armchair, as Holmes began his story.

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A/N: Ta-daa! AT LONG BLOODY LAST! Here you go Rhi!