Never Had a Dream Come True- S Club 7

Basil continued strumming his violin loudly; he couldn't remember how long he had played, and he could care less. The violin's gloomy moans echoed through the flat; soothing him. Not many cases came to his doorstep; it had been three days since the last one. One thought always brought him into worse melancholy; it had been three months since the Garrios left…he couldn't stop thinking about Belladonna. At times he would be forced to walk outside with Mrs. Judson or Olivia, to keep him out of his depressed state; he would believe to see Belladonna wandering through the crowd. But every time he would approach her; it was someone else. It didn't help that Dawson and Mary were getting married in a few months…leaving him without a partner for his mysteries. He suddenly heard a knock at his chamber door. His violin screeched to a stop in surprise. "Enter," he answered in a bored tone.

Dawson walks into the room and frowns; Basil's room was a mess and the curtains were drawn closed. Dawson goes over to the windows and threw open the curtains. Basil hissed. "Confound it Dawson!" As the sunlight burned his eyes.

"Basil, this needs to end." Dawson told him; his arms crossed as he lectured his friend. "Miss Belladonna would never want to see you so down in the dumps—"

"What's the point Dawson? Without her here there is no point…"

Dawson rolled his eyes. "Basil, stop being melodramatic."

Basil threw himself down onto the bed dejectedly. "Just kill me now Dawson…"

"Basil!"

"Fine, please give me an anesthetic…"

"No! No tranquilizers and no alcohol!" Dawson fumed in annoyance. "As your doctor—"

"Technically you aren't my doctor anymore, since you're marrying Ms. Moustan and abandoning me…"

"Oh grow up Basil,"

Basil scoffs. "No cases, no Belladonna, no hope…"

"Ugh, I hate it when you're in one of your moods." Dawson mumbled and sat down in his desk chair. He becomes sympathetic. "I'm sorry my proposal to Mary has come right after the Garrios leaving, but I love Mary…and I was hoping for you to be my best man."

Basil's ears perked up in curiosity. "Best man? At your wedding?"

"Yes, I know that you don't enjoy social things like this, but you are my best friend Basil." Dawson smiled as he saw Basil sit up; Dawson was hoping the news would lift his friend's damp spirit.

Basil smirked at his friend. "Couldn't get anyone else?" he inquired slyly.

"No, I only wanted the one mouse who I trust above all others, who is clever enough for the job, and is great at creating adventures." Dawson watched Basil swell with pride from his compliments; knowing his friend immensely enjoyed them. "My Stag party should be fun, eh?"

Basil laughed with him for the first time in months. "Dare I ask about Mrs. Proudfoot? I'm nervous that I have to escort her during the ceremonies…" Basil grimaced humorously, but stopped when Dawson frowned. "She is the maid of honor correct?" Mrs. Proudfoot was Mary's benefactor and friend, so it was practical.

"Uh, yes, of course." Dawson faltered, while not looking at Basil.

Basil knew he was lying, but why would he react in such a way if—Basil's emotions turned desolate once more. "Belladonna," he groaned as he threw himself onto the bed.

"Mary thought, if Belladonna ever came back, that she would make a wonderful maid of honor." Dawson explained. "She had grown quite close to her—Basil, she'll be back."

"Dawson, how can we know? Three months ago I've discovered magic and I have researched it these passed months—it's erratic and powerful! No reason—no evidence! I have no inkling of whether Belladonna is coming back…and that frightens me; not knowing whether she's alright or returning."

"Marten and Nick will take good care of her as well as the girls."

"I want to take care of her…ugh! I hate feeling this way Dawson! It's like—" Basil jumped up while madly motioning with his hands. "It's like I've lost something—I think I'm becoming ill."

"What are your symptoms?" The doctor inquired.

"Sometimes my heart would contract painfully—like my chest is tightening. Also, I've experienced major fatigue and depression—"

"Basil, it sounds like you have a case of heart ache."

"Please tell me there's treatment."

Dawson sighed. "It's all in your head; your emotions for Belladonna are doing this to you. You're simply missing her."

Basil sat down on his bed. "This is maddening Dawson."

"That's love for you Basil." There was suddenly a loud knock at the door downstairs. Dawson gets up. "Sounds like a client," He leaves Basil in his room; knowing his friend wanted to be alone. As he descended the stairs, a disconsolate song started playing on the violin. Dawson soon makes it to the door, while hoping that the client brought a case to make his friend feel better.


Basil couldn't stop seeing her in his mind's eye…and continued playing the violin until he started playing the song she played in his study all those months ago. Dawson suddenly rushed into his room. "Basil!"

"What!" Basil almost dropped the violin and glowered at his friend impatiently. "What is it doctor?"

Dawson was grinning broadly. "There's a very unique case from a young lady—"

Basil was about to go back to playing as he told Dawson. "Not another missing fiancé case Dawson; those always have the same result: a seemingly faithful mouse elopes with someone else."

"No, but she is looking for someone, now get down there!" Dawson helps his friend up and pushed him out the door.

Basil slapped his friend's paws away. "Enough Dawson, I'm going." Basil walked down stairs and into his study where small lady sat in his chair. Basil's nose wrinkled in annoyance that someone was in his chair as well as the fact he couldn't see the woman's face due to a heavy veil of black lace and the wide brim hat that hid her ears. She wore a fancy black dress and gloves; all new. Most likely a mouse of high fortune, but the clothing was different and detailed; like it was specially made. It was as if it was trying to look Victorian, but fantastical…like a costume. But there wasn't a speck of dirt or dander on it; it was as unreadable as the lady that sat before him. Her outfit was obviously one of mourning. Basil grabbed his pipe and some tobacco from his slipper on the mantle. He peered at the stranger curiously. "My colleague Dr. Dawson tells me you are looking for someone."

"Oh yes," The woman spoke with an Italian dialect, but she kept the veil over her face.

"Well, have you tried the police—"

"I know only the Great Mouse Detective could help me."

Basil raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Very well, now could you tell me what happened when you last saw this person. And pray, be specific—"

"The slightest detail is important sir, but I will simply give you the description of the mouse I am searching for." The woman replied quickly.

Basil frowned, but allowed her to continue.

"He is thin, but tall." Basil nodded as he compiled the list of mice of this description within his mind.

"He has sandy-brown fur and emerald green eyes…"

Basil's eyes widen as he realized the woman was describing him. He gets up in frustration. "Now see here madam, I will not play games with you. Now tell me your true reason of being here."

"Well Mister Basil, I came here on the notion of three little mice and a marten…they really miss you as well as your comrades."

Basil glowered at the stranger. It was just a game; there was no way that she knew the Garrios. He simply let the strange lady continue as he puffed his pipe furiously.

Basil bit down on the pipe when the lady mentioned: "As well as Belladonna Rosalie…she wishes to see you again…"

Basil steps up and growled. "Enough! I know very well that you aren't acquainted with the Garrios, and your hoax is at an end. What are you? A criminal, a paid distraction, or a delusional creature? Now answer me!"

"Why…" The Italian dialect dropped into a southern one. "I am Belladonna!" The woman threw off her hat and veil. Belladonna was sitting in his chair and smiling at him. "And you have no idea how much I've missed you."


I fought against leaping into his arms; knowing my little surprise had left him in shock. Basil stood there staring at me with his pipe in his hand. He suddenly threw the pipe aside with a maniac flair and laugh. He picked me up and spun me through the air.

He then sets me down and kisses me deeply. I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Basil had a huge grin on his face as he gazed at her; she was back. He realized that Dawson was in on the deception and yelled up the stairs: "Dawson! You clever devil!"

He listened as Dawson laughed up the stairs and Belladonna giggled in his arms. He then puts at arm's length to get a good look at her. She looked amazing; just like when he first met her, only her large amber eyes were gleaming with happiness instead of tears. "How in the world did you manage to trick me?"

I snicker at his question. "Well, I did learn from the best." I take out my locket. "And I did promise I'd come back."

Basil continued to beam at me as he held me and soon; Dawson walked downstairs with a smile. "Will you be staying the night my dear?"

"Of course, I do have two months left of summer vacation that I'd like to spend here." I answer while blushing and trying not to laugh at Basil raising his eyebrows twice in a seductive way.

"And the others?" Dawson asked; interrupting our secret communication.

"They'll be here soon; I was sent as a test Enchantress…" the gentlemice tilt their heads in confusion. "Well, Nimue and Merlin are teaching us magic and I am now known as Belladonna the Enchantress—in training that is."

"Incredible!" Dawson exclaimed as he hugged me.

The door suddenly burst open and Mrs. Judson, the Flavershams, and Mary ran in. Olivia leapt into my arms in a hug as Mr. Flaversham shook my hand warmly. Mrs. Judson then ran up and embraced me tightly while tittering happily. When we separate; I turn to Mary who squeals in delight and hugs me. "Belladonna! Oh how we all missed you!"

"I missed you all too!" I told her. "And the kids are on the way; they can't wait to see you all."

Mary showed me her hand, which had a lovely diamond ring on it. "Great! Because you're all invited to David's and my wedding, and I wish for you to be my maid of honor."

It was my turn to squeal as I embraced Mary and we both hopped up and shrieked in excitement. I then go over to Dawson and grab his hands. "Congratulations! Oh I'm so happy for you two—"

There was suddenly a BAM! And a puff of purple smoke in the doorway and we saw Marten, Nick, Mia, and Cassie standing in their mousedom forms and Victorian outfits. And so the squealing, laughter, and hugs began anew.


I sit with Mary and chatted about the wedding as Mrs. Judson served us tea with Cassie; who used her magic to make the teacups float to us without spilling a drop. Olivia and her father sat on the floor as Mia showed them small magic light displays. Dawson was reading the Species of Four case to Nick, who listened excitedly to the adventurous tale. Marten and Basil were at it again with the chess game: it was the perfect day.

That night, everyone went home as the children went to the bed. Basil sat in his chair and started to play his violin in a major tune that soared through the quiet flat happily. With a few whispered words and a flash of blue light; I made my own violin appear and started playing with him. We soon ended our amazing song. Basil smiled at me and puts the violin down as I make my violin disappear. He holds my hands and laughs to himself.

"What is it?" I inquire.

Basil shrugged. "Oh nothing love, just never…I never had something like this happen to me, not until I met you."

I stroke his hair as I agreed. "Me too, I've never had my dreams come true like this. But I think we should start getting used to it." I kiss him as he holds me; I finally got my fairytale ending through a magical encounter with the Great Mouse Detective.


James White sat in the dirty cell in pure dejection and rage that he failed to get his revenge for Padriac…His cell door suddenly opened and one of the constables motions him to get out. James felt confused as the policemouse led him outside to a hansom cab and quickly left him there. A familiar voice echoed through the night. "The policemouse has done his job according to what I tell him, and I've ordered him to bring you here James."

James looked up in shock. "Simon?"

The mouse compartment to the cab opened up. "Get in."

James clambered into the cab and sat down. Simon Moriratty; his half-brother sat before him with a calm grin and sharp, harsh eyes analyzing him with the blue eyes that they shared. He never really knew Simon as well as he did Padriac, but he felt searing anger inside of him when he remembered the cruelties he put Padriac through as a child.

Moriratty grinned and said. "Congratulations James; you're a free mouse."

"What?" James was even more surprised; why would Simon free him?

"I saw that you've done a foolish thing; going after Holmice without a real plan, but the fact still remains that you are my brother…and we both want the same thing."

James felt uneasy; the last thing Padriac told him about Simon was not to trust him… "And what do you want Simon?"

"Why, I just want to get rid of Basil Homice…you see I can't have someone like him inconveniencing my business." The cab suddenly stopped and a brown mouse clambered on. James watched him in apprehension. "James, this is my lead commander Colonel Sebastian Doran. You see, his cousin worked for Ratigan…and he too isn't happy about what happened on Tower Bridge."

Sebastian nodded and grinned at James in greeting, but remained silent.

"So, what do you say James? If you join me, then we can both take down Holmice together…if not, well, you can always go back to prison or being a stuffy business man. It's your move brother." Moriratty watched him through his monocle.

James thought furiously; if he agreed he could get the chance to end Basil of Baker street…if he didn't he would be thrown back outside to fend for himself without any money or shelter. He would get his revenge for his brother's murder; even if it meant he had to make a deal with a deadly mouse.