A/N: Wow!!! I halfway expected people to tell me to remove my story, as it
was a disgrace to Fan fiction!! Okay I want to thank the four people who
reviewed:
MiChA: Thank you for being my first reviewer!
Aurora Magician: I will try to correct the mistakes. I have read March Hare's Baker Street Three and I absolutely LOVE it!!
Kenta Divina: Thank you for reviewing! I know it sounds Mary-Sue (and it is a bit of one) but I will try to move away from that as the story develops.
QueenRat: Thank you for reviewing!
Thank you for your support, I dedicate this chapter to you!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing with the exception of Rachel Raines, and even if you were to sue me I have absolutely nothing to my name (I mean it!!! I'm only an 8th grader what do you expect!)
And now without further ado, Chapter two of No Mere Victorian Woman!
I was shoved into a seat outside the theatre. Holmes stood above me, staring down his as if an eagle about to catch his pray.
"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" he questioned with a stern voice. That piercing glare roamed over me, I'm sure he took in every detail. I felt a smile play at the edge of my lips and I began to chuckle.
"What ever is so funny?" he growled, he looked as if he were about to murder me. This particular thought did not help in the least and I began to break out in uncontrollable laughter. Headlines flashed across my mind:
"Giggling girl executed by eccentric Investigator"
"It's just that Mr. Holmes, I view this conversation as a large waste of time. You obviously know exactly who I am and what I am doing here, as I do for you." I answered smoothly. His arms crossed across his chest as he turned away and began to speak.
"Yes, you are correct I do know who you are, from your confidence and expensive clothing you are obviously an actress, a wealthy and successful one at that." He glanced in my direction, "I understand this may be a bit hard for you to fully comprehend-"
"You know Mr. Holmes for a person who claims never to assume, you are quite the hypocrite." I had not intention of sitting there and being treated as if my head were full of fluff. My entire life people had treated me as if I were some porcelain doll. To them, a woman's purpose in life was to marry, clean, cook and watch children. Women had no mind, and could not maintain a logical train of thought; I could tell that this man was no exception. "You treat me as if I have no brain. I fully comprehend every word you say, I know who you are as you have undoubtedly realized-"
"I also do not wish to be addressed by that name, unless you have not noticed this is not my normal apparel and while here I am-"
"If you will just let me finish," I practically screamed. How could one man be so irritating and stubborn at the same time! "I know that you are going by the name Michel Holing." I stared straight at him. "I do have eyes and I can see just as well as anyone the ticket you have tucked on the inside of your coat. We have a list of the seats and the names of the people who are supposed to occupy them. All I needed to see was the ticket you bought and I instantly understood who you are and what you are doing here." Through my entire tirade Holmes had watched me with what I took to be amusement and almost wonder. It was as if he were surprised, which I suppose he was after all I knew of no other person who was able to compete with my wits and seething tongue. Sherlock Holmes had finally met his match, and much to his shock it was a woman.
A/N: I know this chapter was short but I will make the next one longer, or I'll try. Next chapter I hope to introduce a little bit more of the plot. Remember I am righting this story for the readers and the plot I have is not set in stone so review and give me more ideas! Also which do you prefer, short chapters but frequent updates or longer chapters with a long time between updates. I will try to take your requests into consideration when I am writing my Fanfic. Thanks Again!!
~Russell
MiChA: Thank you for being my first reviewer!
Aurora Magician: I will try to correct the mistakes. I have read March Hare's Baker Street Three and I absolutely LOVE it!!
Kenta Divina: Thank you for reviewing! I know it sounds Mary-Sue (and it is a bit of one) but I will try to move away from that as the story develops.
QueenRat: Thank you for reviewing!
Thank you for your support, I dedicate this chapter to you!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing with the exception of Rachel Raines, and even if you were to sue me I have absolutely nothing to my name (I mean it!!! I'm only an 8th grader what do you expect!)
And now without further ado, Chapter two of No Mere Victorian Woman!
I was shoved into a seat outside the theatre. Holmes stood above me, staring down his as if an eagle about to catch his pray.
"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" he questioned with a stern voice. That piercing glare roamed over me, I'm sure he took in every detail. I felt a smile play at the edge of my lips and I began to chuckle.
"What ever is so funny?" he growled, he looked as if he were about to murder me. This particular thought did not help in the least and I began to break out in uncontrollable laughter. Headlines flashed across my mind:
"Giggling girl executed by eccentric Investigator"
"It's just that Mr. Holmes, I view this conversation as a large waste of time. You obviously know exactly who I am and what I am doing here, as I do for you." I answered smoothly. His arms crossed across his chest as he turned away and began to speak.
"Yes, you are correct I do know who you are, from your confidence and expensive clothing you are obviously an actress, a wealthy and successful one at that." He glanced in my direction, "I understand this may be a bit hard for you to fully comprehend-"
"You know Mr. Holmes for a person who claims never to assume, you are quite the hypocrite." I had not intention of sitting there and being treated as if my head were full of fluff. My entire life people had treated me as if I were some porcelain doll. To them, a woman's purpose in life was to marry, clean, cook and watch children. Women had no mind, and could not maintain a logical train of thought; I could tell that this man was no exception. "You treat me as if I have no brain. I fully comprehend every word you say, I know who you are as you have undoubtedly realized-"
"I also do not wish to be addressed by that name, unless you have not noticed this is not my normal apparel and while here I am-"
"If you will just let me finish," I practically screamed. How could one man be so irritating and stubborn at the same time! "I know that you are going by the name Michel Holing." I stared straight at him. "I do have eyes and I can see just as well as anyone the ticket you have tucked on the inside of your coat. We have a list of the seats and the names of the people who are supposed to occupy them. All I needed to see was the ticket you bought and I instantly understood who you are and what you are doing here." Through my entire tirade Holmes had watched me with what I took to be amusement and almost wonder. It was as if he were surprised, which I suppose he was after all I knew of no other person who was able to compete with my wits and seething tongue. Sherlock Holmes had finally met his match, and much to his shock it was a woman.
A/N: I know this chapter was short but I will make the next one longer, or I'll try. Next chapter I hope to introduce a little bit more of the plot. Remember I am righting this story for the readers and the plot I have is not set in stone so review and give me more ideas! Also which do you prefer, short chapters but frequent updates or longer chapters with a long time between updates. I will try to take your requests into consideration when I am writing my Fanfic. Thanks Again!!
~Russell