Unhappy Endings (Part 2)
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hi everyone. After the great responses I got from all of you (at least all who reviewed) I decided to continue with this little series and do an alternate ending to another story.
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And now to my Reviewers:
Brink: SURE! It would be my pleasure to do an ending for that story ^_^
DramaActress: No Prob. Sometimes you do tend to get sent to places unknown at FF.NET. Thanks.
Hermoine Holmes: *bows* Merci! I'm glad you liked it ^_^
Maeve: Hmmmm. Don't look now but............
Queen Of Spain: Thanks. I had this on a Sherlock Holmes Messageboard at one time and the people there came up with some great stories too.
Shannon Holmes: Thanks. Sorry 'bout the sad ending.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` Summary: What if the stories that we know came out different than we know?
Disclaimer: The Characters of this story, as well as the story it is based on do not belong to me. They are the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No money is being made from it.
And now to THE STORY!
UnHappy Endings Part 2: The Final Problem
"Herr Holmes! Herr Holmes!" a voice called behind us. Holmes and I were traveling through Switzerland in hopes of catching up with Holmes' nemisis Professor James Moriarty. We decided to move on to the next town, called Rosenlaui, when this young man of I guessed, no more of fourteen caught up with Holmes and I as we made our way up to Richenbach Falls. This young man with bellowing blond locks and azure eyes looked up at me with a troubled face. Then, he spoke with in heavily accented English. "Herr Holmes, we are in desperate need of Herr Doctor Watson. 'zer is a voman dying of 'ze consumption, and shve vants an English Docter. You must came vite avay."
I looked at Holmes, who nodded. "You must tend to a patient Watson. I will meet you in Rosenlaui."
"Very well, Holmes. I will see you shortly, then."
I was led down the path and hill by the young man. When we were close to the villiage, he said, " Ve vere very lucky to have you hare, Herr Docter. Vrom vhat I hear, Shve is not long vor dis vorld. Too bad Herr Holmes is not vas vortunate."
I looked over to him. "Eh? What do you mean boy? " I exclaimed. Instantly I knew the young man had said something that he should not have, because he turned his head away and focused his gaze at the town. I grabbed him roughly by the arm and forced him to meet eyes with me.
"What do you mean 'Holmes is not as fortunate' ANSWER ME!" I bellowed.
Letting out a deep sigh, he muttered, "I vas given a message and vas told it vas from 'is vriend."
"And what did this person look like. pray?"
"Ve vas tall, vad grey eyes, deeply suken, vin (thin). Looked like a scholar to me Herr Docter."
That was enough for me to know who he was describing; Professor Moriarty! I ran up the path as fast as my wounded leg would let me. It seemed to take me an eternity to reach the top of the falls. When I did, I saw two figures, deep in conflict and knew at once who they were.
Creeping closer, I saw Holmes take his nemisis by the arm, and performed Baritsu, a form of Japanese wrestling. The older man however got his second wind and punched my friend squarely in the stomach. Pulling out my gun, I aimed it towards Moriarty, but after a second thought, lowered it, not wanting to accidently shoot my friend.
The lanky professor grasped Holmes by the neck and threw him towards the edge. I had seen enough. I leaped in front of my collegue and was about to pull him up, but Holmes caught hold of my sleeve and made me abandon the thought of saving the man.
Eventually, his hand slid from the the ledge. We both heard the muffled yell of the professor before his cries sounded with the rushing water.
Sighing, Holmes peered over the chasam.
"We have finally rid the world of Professor James Moriarty, Watson." He murmured.
The End
A/N: Okay that wasn't exactly an UNHAPPY ending (Except for Professor Moriarty) but I wanted Holmes to live, it made sense for him to live, if you read the Canon.
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hi everyone. After the great responses I got from all of you (at least all who reviewed) I decided to continue with this little series and do an alternate ending to another story.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
And now to my Reviewers:
Brink: SURE! It would be my pleasure to do an ending for that story ^_^
DramaActress: No Prob. Sometimes you do tend to get sent to places unknown at FF.NET. Thanks.
Hermoine Holmes: *bows* Merci! I'm glad you liked it ^_^
Maeve: Hmmmm. Don't look now but............
Queen Of Spain: Thanks. I had this on a Sherlock Holmes Messageboard at one time and the people there came up with some great stories too.
Shannon Holmes: Thanks. Sorry 'bout the sad ending.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` Summary: What if the stories that we know came out different than we know?
Disclaimer: The Characters of this story, as well as the story it is based on do not belong to me. They are the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No money is being made from it.
And now to THE STORY!
UnHappy Endings Part 2: The Final Problem
"Herr Holmes! Herr Holmes!" a voice called behind us. Holmes and I were traveling through Switzerland in hopes of catching up with Holmes' nemisis Professor James Moriarty. We decided to move on to the next town, called Rosenlaui, when this young man of I guessed, no more of fourteen caught up with Holmes and I as we made our way up to Richenbach Falls. This young man with bellowing blond locks and azure eyes looked up at me with a troubled face. Then, he spoke with in heavily accented English. "Herr Holmes, we are in desperate need of Herr Doctor Watson. 'zer is a voman dying of 'ze consumption, and shve vants an English Docter. You must came vite avay."
I looked at Holmes, who nodded. "You must tend to a patient Watson. I will meet you in Rosenlaui."
"Very well, Holmes. I will see you shortly, then."
I was led down the path and hill by the young man. When we were close to the villiage, he said, " Ve vere very lucky to have you hare, Herr Docter. Vrom vhat I hear, Shve is not long vor dis vorld. Too bad Herr Holmes is not vas vortunate."
I looked over to him. "Eh? What do you mean boy? " I exclaimed. Instantly I knew the young man had said something that he should not have, because he turned his head away and focused his gaze at the town. I grabbed him roughly by the arm and forced him to meet eyes with me.
"What do you mean 'Holmes is not as fortunate' ANSWER ME!" I bellowed.
Letting out a deep sigh, he muttered, "I vas given a message and vas told it vas from 'is vriend."
"And what did this person look like. pray?"
"Ve vas tall, vad grey eyes, deeply suken, vin (thin). Looked like a scholar to me Herr Docter."
That was enough for me to know who he was describing; Professor Moriarty! I ran up the path as fast as my wounded leg would let me. It seemed to take me an eternity to reach the top of the falls. When I did, I saw two figures, deep in conflict and knew at once who they were.
Creeping closer, I saw Holmes take his nemisis by the arm, and performed Baritsu, a form of Japanese wrestling. The older man however got his second wind and punched my friend squarely in the stomach. Pulling out my gun, I aimed it towards Moriarty, but after a second thought, lowered it, not wanting to accidently shoot my friend.
The lanky professor grasped Holmes by the neck and threw him towards the edge. I had seen enough. I leaped in front of my collegue and was about to pull him up, but Holmes caught hold of my sleeve and made me abandon the thought of saving the man.
Eventually, his hand slid from the the ledge. We both heard the muffled yell of the professor before his cries sounded with the rushing water.
Sighing, Holmes peered over the chasam.
"We have finally rid the world of Professor James Moriarty, Watson." He murmured.
The End
A/N: Okay that wasn't exactly an UNHAPPY ending (Except for Professor Moriarty) but I wanted Holmes to live, it made sense for him to live, if you read the Canon.