Your theory is crazy, but it's not crazy enough to be true. -Bertolt Brecht

Chapter Ten

Elzi's POV

Shuri helped me up under Holmes' stern gaze.

"Well, well, Holmes, turns out you are a brain with a heart."

"Don't you start Watson." Holmes snapped, still guarding the door viciously.

"Thanks Shuri." I told her and we went back to the settee to sit down.

"I already did." Watson mentioned.

"It is now time to pick on Watson." Holmes announced, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

"No problem." Shuri said, fixing Watson with a devious look.

"It is not time to pick on me. Besides, you still have to work out this 'bullying to hide the fact that you have emotions' thing." Watson said quickly. Too bad our minds were already made up.

"Watson's to cool to pick on." I said.

"What?" Watson asked looking at me in disbelief.

"What?" I copied.

"Stop copying me."

"Stop copying me"

Watson did the most logical thing – stayed quiet.

"Elzi, copying him, really?" Shuri asked. Then I saw that glint appear in her eyes that warned me she was planning some sort of evil. "Hey Holmes!"

"Don't even start, I'll just stay quiet." Holmes warned me.

"You're no fun!" Shuri pouted.

I shrugged. "It was the first thing that came to mind." I told Shuri.

"It was the first thing that came to mind." Watson mimicked.

I turned to him with my mouth hanging open. He does the same.

"Ha!" Holmes says.

"Ha!" Watson, Shuri and I in chorus

"Wait, who's copying who?" Shuri asked.

"I lost track." I admitted.

"Which shows how easily confused you are." Watson teased me, tugging a piece of my hair playfully. I glared at him.

"Don't be mean!" I told him, sighing angrily.

"It's better than being a kiss up." Holmes said.

Watson stuck his tongue out at Holmes and I realized we were influencing them quite a bit.

"Watson you have problems." I said, looking at him like he was very strange.

"Yes, I have three of them. And they're all in this room."
"I'm hungry." I said suddenly.

"Good to know you think that way Watson." Holmes muttered. Watson shot him a look and Holmes smiled to show he was only joking.

"I proclaim it is time for samiches!" Shuri said.

"Samiches!" I repeated.

"Samiches?" Watson was clearly confused.

"What? I'm bored of saying sandwiches." Shuri said defensively.

"Why me?" Watson said, rubbing his temples again.

"We're not going to make a samich out of you! That'd be cannibalism, and that's bad."

"Bad in some cultures anyway." Holmes said.
We all sent him shocked looks and I inched away from him.

"Well its true. Some cultures accept cannibalism!" Holmes exclaimed.

"Fine, you go find your victim and we'll eat like normal people" I told him.

"Holmes, I'm scared to be living with you now." Watson said, looking appalled.

"I'm not a cannibal, there's no need to fear." Holmes said, putting up his hands.

"I highly doubt that Holmes. Hey, do they have peanut butter in this era?"

I nodded at Shuri's question, remembering at least that much from our studies. "So Holmes, do we taste like chicken?

"I am not a cannibal!" Holmes bellowed.

"Hey, everyone has a few skeletons in their closet. Yours just happen to be literal." I shrugged.

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You." Holmes seethed.

"No hunting indoors!" I told him sternly, wagging my finger.

Shuri laughed at the detective, who we really were driving quite mad.

"Elzi's right. No hunting in doors. You might break something and Mrs. Hudson would not be happy." Watson said, playing along.

"Elzi, why weren't you a stand-up comedian back in our century? You would have been really good." Shuri laughed.

"Thank you, I have no idea..." I said, a pang of regret going through me. I shrugged it off, knowing how much happier I was here.

"Hurry, let's ring for Mrs. Hudson before Holmes starts going crazy." Shuri said, dragging me out of my momentary sorrow.

"Watson, why do you keep switching sides?" Holmes asked, looking at the doctor sullenly.

"You know what they say, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'."

"That saying explains why." Watson said, pointing at me.

"What about the saying 'fair weather friends?'

Watson made a face that was a mixture of a pout and a scowl.

"Stop switching sides Watson." Holmes ordered.

"Make me" Watson challenged.

"Girls, how would you like to hear about a time when Watson was scared out of his wits?"

"Shut up Holmes!" Watson shouted.

"Tell the story Holmes! Story time!" Shuri said, bouncing a little in her seat.

"Oh this sounds good!" I said, leaning forward.

"Holmes I swear to God if you tell that story..." Watson's voice sounded menacing as he stood up and advanced towards the detective.

"What? You'll shoot me?" Holmes asked, laughing.

"I just might." Watson growled, causing us all to pause in alarm.

*Wince* sorry Shuri. Go ahead, kill me. Put me out of my misery...