Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Watson, or anyone else.it's just
fun to play with them
I sat reading over a case that I had previously written about two weeks ago. Since then it had been relatively quite here, in fact too quite and it was starting to get Holmes angry. He had been taking quite a bit of his favorite solution and had been very ill tempered, when we heard Mrs. Hudson yelling downstairs.
"What the devil is that women yelling about?" Holmes demanded. I was about to voice a theory when he put up a pale hand. A smile began to play on his face. "Watson, I believe we are going to have some company. Lestrade is coming up here with," here my companion paused to truly listen "five young ladies and of course our dear landlady." Now Holmes was smiling and I had to admit that I was too. This meant that there would be some work for us, which meant that Holmes would be in a better mood and life in Baker Street would simply be more pleasant in general. Holmes then opened the door just as Lestrade began to knock, leaving the somewhat baffled detective standing with one hand raised to strike our door. "Ah, Inspector, what an.unexpected surprise." Holmes said, smile gone.
"Yes well, I wasn't planning on coming here, Holmes, but I have something here that I think you need to see." Lestrade said. Holmes raised an eyebrow and moved aside for the detective to enter, followed by five sopping creatures and a very flustered Mrs. Hudson.
"Mr. Holmes, he may be from Scotland Yard but he can't just come in here at all hours of the night t-"
"Ah, Mrs. Hudson, why don't you go and get some warm tea for the, young ladies?" Holmes asked. She then looked over at the people huddled around our fireplace and seemed to notice them for the first time.
"Oh my." She cried, and after her maternal instincts took over she was fussing over them till Holmes told her to get the tea so he could find out where they where from. She stopped brushing hair out of one of their faces and nodded. "Oh yes, and I'll bring you dears some blankets. Mr. Holmes, do hang the poor little dears coats somewhere before they drip everywhere. Oh dear me, the poor things." She said as she bustled out of the room. Holmes shut the door quickly then turned to survey the situation.
"Now, Inspector, why are there five ladies dripping on my carpet?" Holmes asked as he moved to his chair, only to find it occupied by the shortest of the girls who was also examining his pipe. "Ahem." He said and towered over her. She looked up and smiled.
"Hi!" She said brightly. Holmes raised his eyebrow again and turned to Lestrade who was watching the scene with a smirk.
"Well you see, Holmes one of my men was doing his nightly watch and he found these five, well I don't know if I really believe this, well he said they where beating up on a gang of men." Lestrade said.
"He tried to rob us." A girl with long dark hair said as she shivered.
"Really? Well then what?"
"So he called me over and you won't believe what they told me." Lestrade said with a nervous laugh.
"Well what is it man?" I asked before the story could be interrupted again.
"They, well they said they where from the future." Holmes looked at Lestrade and sighed.
"Lestrade, they are from America but that does not mean they are from the future. I think you simply have been working too-"
"No, Holmes they know things. Things that women don't know and they have a paper, well you see for yourself." Lestrade handed Holmes the paper and my companion waved me over to observe this evidence for myself. It was a newspaper called "The Times News" and the date on it was November 28th of 2003. I looked up at Holms with a dropped jaw. There was no possible way for anyone to have made this. The printing itself was different from ours, it was clearer and the pictures had color to them. The speech was straightforward though the vocabulary was limited. No printed article I have ever seen looked like this and so there was no way they could have made it...a printing press just wouldn't allow it. Holmes looked at the girls; he was thinking the same as I was. However the highly logical mind that was his strongest point was having difficulty allowing this information to be labeled as true even thought it seemed to make sense. The girls where now all huddled around Holmes chair talking quietly with one anther.
"They don't believe us." The girl with the long hair said with a sigh.
"Well would you?" The girl in Holmes chair asked as she rolled her eyes.
"Well we're telling the truth." A girl with curly red hair said as she crossed her arms. Holmes looked at Lestrade.
"There's more, Holmes, but well I believe you and the doctor ought to see it for yourselves." Lestrade said.
"Well now ladies." Holmes said as he walked over to them. "Would you please tell me exactly how the five native females of the coal region-"
"I am NOT from the coal region." I looked over at the girl who had just spoken and almost fell from my chair. Her gray eyes where locked with Holmes and all I could think was that she could be his daughter. It's wasn't so much her features as is was the way she moved and her expression, for it matched Holmes perfectly and I can assure you that no one has ever been able to do that. They stood there scrutinizing each other while the girl in the chair stood up.
"I would like to add that I may be a native but I sure as hell don't act like one." She said. Holmes raised an eyebrow then pushed past the girl who looked like him and led anther one out.
"You may find this interesting, Watson." He said and waved me over. Lestrade was shaking his heads at the fact that one of the girls had said the word "hell" and I found myself once again staring in shock when I looked at the face of the girl who's chin Holmes was holding. She had hair similar to my color and again reminded me of myself by her manner. She was now glaring at my college with a fierceness that no female ought to posses.
"Alright, I look like him, so stop touching me now please Mr. Crazy man." She said. At this Holmes threw back his head and laughed, still keeping her face in his hand.
"Yes Watson, I do believe this one is somehow from your line. Are you sure you have no daughters that you have not told me about?" He asked in a half joking manner.
"Now, Holmes do you take me for that type of man?" I asked as I tried to fight the faint blush that had risen to my face. Holmes became serious once again.
"No, my friend, I do not. I know you do not think of me as that type of man ether." Here he paused to look at the girl who stood behind him then turned back to me. "Which begs the question of how two middle-aged gentlemen such as ourselves have young ladies who resemble us so in the future. Yes, I believe all of you, simply because there is no other explanation for your presence here. However I do want to hear exactly what happened to you as soon as we become more settled." He now released the girl who continued to glare at him as she walked over to the fireplace.
"Well I've delivered them. They are your business now, Holmes. Good luck." With that Lestrade made a hasty retreat as Mrs. Hudson came up with the tea.
"He ran away." The redhead cried.
"I guess he didn't like us to much." The shortest said with a laugh.
"Probably because Maggie tried to play with the gun." The girl with long dark hair said as she shook her head.
"Well he left it on the seat." The girl who looked like Holmes said as she crossed her arms. Holmes raised an eyebrow at me.
"Allright now, everyone get some tea and make introductions," Mrs. Hudson said then looked at Holmes. "Mr. Holmes they are still in their wet jackets and why has Lestrade left? Won't he be trying to find the girls parents?"
"He doesn't like us." The redhead said somberly. "Besides I like it better here, Sherlock is cute." She then threw a wink at my glaring companion. I almost laughed to see Holmes not only be caught off guard but blush. The girls had where now sitting around the fireplace in the strangest of clothing and preparing their tea.
"Well why don't we have introductions?" Holmes asked with a smile playing on his face.
"He's smiling." The shortest whispered.
"He's definitely up to something then."
"Well we have to tell him our names if we want to stay here."
"And we want to stay here why?"
"Because Pidge and I have idols whop live here and where else are we going to go."
"Good point. I'm Jess." The shortest one said. Holmes was observing them so I decided to do so as well. Jess had dark red hair and hazel eyes. She was quite short, not even clearing five foot but seemed to have a presence about her, like an actress or a singer. She made her tea with honey, sugar and milk.
"I'm Julia." The redhead said as she winked again. She had curly red hair, as I have said before, she too had hazel eyes which where behind glasses, she was around five six and seemed to very personable and bold I might add. She drank her tea the way she told us "60 % sugar 20 % tea 10% water 10% milk", Holmes stared at her with an amused expression as she did this.
"Amanda." The tallest girl with the dark hair said as she stirred her tea carefully. She had long almost black hair, dark brown eyes, as I said she was the tallest, she seemed quite and yet like she would tell you exactly what she thought of you if you gave her a reason. She was mysterious and simple at the same time, and is one of the few people I have met who are like that but don't try to be. She had poured her tea carefully with liberal amounts of sugar.
"Maggie?" Holmes asked the girl who seemed so like him.
"No shit, Sherlock." She said with a grin, this sent the other spitting out whatever they happened to be consuming at the time. She had gray eyes that where so like Holmes. She was over five foot tall but less than five three, and slender. She gave an air of knowledge and leadership, though she was by no means the leader of the little group that sat before us. Her mood and bearing reminded me so much of Holmes that I felt comfortable around her right away. She put quite a bit of milk and sugar in her tea.
"And the young lady who reminds me of my dear Boswick?" Holmes asked, now smiling. The girls looked at each other.
"Go on, Pidge. Don't be shy." Julie said with a smile.
"I'm Bridget, but they always call my Pidge." She said very softly as she stared at her tea. I studied her very carefully. She had green eyes and glasses. Her hair was the same color as mine and fell around her shoulders. She looked about an inch taller then Maggie and seemed to be studying the room whenever she didn't think Holmes was watching her. She didn't seem to fond of the fact that he was scrutinizing her now and hardly said anther word the whole night. However I could tell that she enjoyed the other girls company and that they trusted her, I expect you simply have to get her to know you before she talks. She made her tea strong, with a little bit of milk and three spoonfuls of sugar. Holmes smiled a bit.
"Yes, Watson I expect she is quite like you." He said after she had spoken and he had studied her for a little bit. It was decided that the girls would stay in the empty rooms and assist Mrs. Hudson while they stayed in London. They where then ushered off to bed and Holmes seemed quite amused. "Now Watson, what do you make of them. Tell me all you have observed." He said as he sat in his chair with the tips of his fingers touching. I told him what I had said as he nodded. "I agree with you. Now I have a few more observations. They all had pens and paper with them, meaning they write. They seem quite fond of books because they all studied the books at various times during tea. There are more to all of them then we think and expect from women. Oh and Watson, don't feel down about your girl not talking much. I expect she is as you think. I have probably frightened her with my own strange ways but I'm sure she will talk to you soon." Holmes said with a nod.
"And what about you?" I asked.
"What about me? Oh the girl who looks like me, well I expect my greatest concern will be getting her to be quite." He said with a laugh as he stood.
"Holmes you are incorrigible." I said with a laugh. Then we said goodnight and retired, I now sit writing these events while they are still very fresh in my mind. I cannot even imagine what tomorrow will be like with our new guests.
"And what about you?" I asked.
"What about me? Oh the girl who looks like me, well I expect my greatest concern will be getting her to be quite." He said with a laugh as he stood.
"Holmes you are incorrigible." I said with a laugh. Then we said goodnight and retired, I now sit writing these events while they are still very fresh in my mind. I cannot even imagine what tomorrow will be like with our new guests.
AN: Well is this any good or should I give up on it? It's my first Holmes fic and I hope it's ok. Please give me advice and input!
I sat reading over a case that I had previously written about two weeks ago. Since then it had been relatively quite here, in fact too quite and it was starting to get Holmes angry. He had been taking quite a bit of his favorite solution and had been very ill tempered, when we heard Mrs. Hudson yelling downstairs.
"What the devil is that women yelling about?" Holmes demanded. I was about to voice a theory when he put up a pale hand. A smile began to play on his face. "Watson, I believe we are going to have some company. Lestrade is coming up here with," here my companion paused to truly listen "five young ladies and of course our dear landlady." Now Holmes was smiling and I had to admit that I was too. This meant that there would be some work for us, which meant that Holmes would be in a better mood and life in Baker Street would simply be more pleasant in general. Holmes then opened the door just as Lestrade began to knock, leaving the somewhat baffled detective standing with one hand raised to strike our door. "Ah, Inspector, what an.unexpected surprise." Holmes said, smile gone.
"Yes well, I wasn't planning on coming here, Holmes, but I have something here that I think you need to see." Lestrade said. Holmes raised an eyebrow and moved aside for the detective to enter, followed by five sopping creatures and a very flustered Mrs. Hudson.
"Mr. Holmes, he may be from Scotland Yard but he can't just come in here at all hours of the night t-"
"Ah, Mrs. Hudson, why don't you go and get some warm tea for the, young ladies?" Holmes asked. She then looked over at the people huddled around our fireplace and seemed to notice them for the first time.
"Oh my." She cried, and after her maternal instincts took over she was fussing over them till Holmes told her to get the tea so he could find out where they where from. She stopped brushing hair out of one of their faces and nodded. "Oh yes, and I'll bring you dears some blankets. Mr. Holmes, do hang the poor little dears coats somewhere before they drip everywhere. Oh dear me, the poor things." She said as she bustled out of the room. Holmes shut the door quickly then turned to survey the situation.
"Now, Inspector, why are there five ladies dripping on my carpet?" Holmes asked as he moved to his chair, only to find it occupied by the shortest of the girls who was also examining his pipe. "Ahem." He said and towered over her. She looked up and smiled.
"Hi!" She said brightly. Holmes raised his eyebrow again and turned to Lestrade who was watching the scene with a smirk.
"Well you see, Holmes one of my men was doing his nightly watch and he found these five, well I don't know if I really believe this, well he said they where beating up on a gang of men." Lestrade said.
"He tried to rob us." A girl with long dark hair said as she shivered.
"Really? Well then what?"
"So he called me over and you won't believe what they told me." Lestrade said with a nervous laugh.
"Well what is it man?" I asked before the story could be interrupted again.
"They, well they said they where from the future." Holmes looked at Lestrade and sighed.
"Lestrade, they are from America but that does not mean they are from the future. I think you simply have been working too-"
"No, Holmes they know things. Things that women don't know and they have a paper, well you see for yourself." Lestrade handed Holmes the paper and my companion waved me over to observe this evidence for myself. It was a newspaper called "The Times News" and the date on it was November 28th of 2003. I looked up at Holms with a dropped jaw. There was no possible way for anyone to have made this. The printing itself was different from ours, it was clearer and the pictures had color to them. The speech was straightforward though the vocabulary was limited. No printed article I have ever seen looked like this and so there was no way they could have made it...a printing press just wouldn't allow it. Holmes looked at the girls; he was thinking the same as I was. However the highly logical mind that was his strongest point was having difficulty allowing this information to be labeled as true even thought it seemed to make sense. The girls where now all huddled around Holmes chair talking quietly with one anther.
"They don't believe us." The girl with the long hair said with a sigh.
"Well would you?" The girl in Holmes chair asked as she rolled her eyes.
"Well we're telling the truth." A girl with curly red hair said as she crossed her arms. Holmes looked at Lestrade.
"There's more, Holmes, but well I believe you and the doctor ought to see it for yourselves." Lestrade said.
"Well now ladies." Holmes said as he walked over to them. "Would you please tell me exactly how the five native females of the coal region-"
"I am NOT from the coal region." I looked over at the girl who had just spoken and almost fell from my chair. Her gray eyes where locked with Holmes and all I could think was that she could be his daughter. It's wasn't so much her features as is was the way she moved and her expression, for it matched Holmes perfectly and I can assure you that no one has ever been able to do that. They stood there scrutinizing each other while the girl in the chair stood up.
"I would like to add that I may be a native but I sure as hell don't act like one." She said. Holmes raised an eyebrow then pushed past the girl who looked like him and led anther one out.
"You may find this interesting, Watson." He said and waved me over. Lestrade was shaking his heads at the fact that one of the girls had said the word "hell" and I found myself once again staring in shock when I looked at the face of the girl who's chin Holmes was holding. She had hair similar to my color and again reminded me of myself by her manner. She was now glaring at my college with a fierceness that no female ought to posses.
"Alright, I look like him, so stop touching me now please Mr. Crazy man." She said. At this Holmes threw back his head and laughed, still keeping her face in his hand.
"Yes Watson, I do believe this one is somehow from your line. Are you sure you have no daughters that you have not told me about?" He asked in a half joking manner.
"Now, Holmes do you take me for that type of man?" I asked as I tried to fight the faint blush that had risen to my face. Holmes became serious once again.
"No, my friend, I do not. I know you do not think of me as that type of man ether." Here he paused to look at the girl who stood behind him then turned back to me. "Which begs the question of how two middle-aged gentlemen such as ourselves have young ladies who resemble us so in the future. Yes, I believe all of you, simply because there is no other explanation for your presence here. However I do want to hear exactly what happened to you as soon as we become more settled." He now released the girl who continued to glare at him as she walked over to the fireplace.
"Well I've delivered them. They are your business now, Holmes. Good luck." With that Lestrade made a hasty retreat as Mrs. Hudson came up with the tea.
"He ran away." The redhead cried.
"I guess he didn't like us to much." The shortest said with a laugh.
"Probably because Maggie tried to play with the gun." The girl with long dark hair said as she shook her head.
"Well he left it on the seat." The girl who looked like Holmes said as she crossed her arms. Holmes raised an eyebrow at me.
"Allright now, everyone get some tea and make introductions," Mrs. Hudson said then looked at Holmes. "Mr. Holmes they are still in their wet jackets and why has Lestrade left? Won't he be trying to find the girls parents?"
"He doesn't like us." The redhead said somberly. "Besides I like it better here, Sherlock is cute." She then threw a wink at my glaring companion. I almost laughed to see Holmes not only be caught off guard but blush. The girls had where now sitting around the fireplace in the strangest of clothing and preparing their tea.
"Well why don't we have introductions?" Holmes asked with a smile playing on his face.
"He's smiling." The shortest whispered.
"He's definitely up to something then."
"Well we have to tell him our names if we want to stay here."
"And we want to stay here why?"
"Because Pidge and I have idols whop live here and where else are we going to go."
"Good point. I'm Jess." The shortest one said. Holmes was observing them so I decided to do so as well. Jess had dark red hair and hazel eyes. She was quite short, not even clearing five foot but seemed to have a presence about her, like an actress or a singer. She made her tea with honey, sugar and milk.
"I'm Julia." The redhead said as she winked again. She had curly red hair, as I have said before, she too had hazel eyes which where behind glasses, she was around five six and seemed to very personable and bold I might add. She drank her tea the way she told us "60 % sugar 20 % tea 10% water 10% milk", Holmes stared at her with an amused expression as she did this.
"Amanda." The tallest girl with the dark hair said as she stirred her tea carefully. She had long almost black hair, dark brown eyes, as I said she was the tallest, she seemed quite and yet like she would tell you exactly what she thought of you if you gave her a reason. She was mysterious and simple at the same time, and is one of the few people I have met who are like that but don't try to be. She had poured her tea carefully with liberal amounts of sugar.
"Maggie?" Holmes asked the girl who seemed so like him.
"No shit, Sherlock." She said with a grin, this sent the other spitting out whatever they happened to be consuming at the time. She had gray eyes that where so like Holmes. She was over five foot tall but less than five three, and slender. She gave an air of knowledge and leadership, though she was by no means the leader of the little group that sat before us. Her mood and bearing reminded me so much of Holmes that I felt comfortable around her right away. She put quite a bit of milk and sugar in her tea.
"And the young lady who reminds me of my dear Boswick?" Holmes asked, now smiling. The girls looked at each other.
"Go on, Pidge. Don't be shy." Julie said with a smile.
"I'm Bridget, but they always call my Pidge." She said very softly as she stared at her tea. I studied her very carefully. She had green eyes and glasses. Her hair was the same color as mine and fell around her shoulders. She looked about an inch taller then Maggie and seemed to be studying the room whenever she didn't think Holmes was watching her. She didn't seem to fond of the fact that he was scrutinizing her now and hardly said anther word the whole night. However I could tell that she enjoyed the other girls company and that they trusted her, I expect you simply have to get her to know you before she talks. She made her tea strong, with a little bit of milk and three spoonfuls of sugar. Holmes smiled a bit.
"Yes, Watson I expect she is quite like you." He said after she had spoken and he had studied her for a little bit. It was decided that the girls would stay in the empty rooms and assist Mrs. Hudson while they stayed in London. They where then ushered off to bed and Holmes seemed quite amused. "Now Watson, what do you make of them. Tell me all you have observed." He said as he sat in his chair with the tips of his fingers touching. I told him what I had said as he nodded. "I agree with you. Now I have a few more observations. They all had pens and paper with them, meaning they write. They seem quite fond of books because they all studied the books at various times during tea. There are more to all of them then we think and expect from women. Oh and Watson, don't feel down about your girl not talking much. I expect she is as you think. I have probably frightened her with my own strange ways but I'm sure she will talk to you soon." Holmes said with a nod.
"And what about you?" I asked.
"What about me? Oh the girl who looks like me, well I expect my greatest concern will be getting her to be quite." He said with a laugh as he stood.
"Holmes you are incorrigible." I said with a laugh. Then we said goodnight and retired, I now sit writing these events while they are still very fresh in my mind. I cannot even imagine what tomorrow will be like with our new guests.
"And what about you?" I asked.
"What about me? Oh the girl who looks like me, well I expect my greatest concern will be getting her to be quite." He said with a laugh as he stood.
"Holmes you are incorrigible." I said with a laugh. Then we said goodnight and retired, I now sit writing these events while they are still very fresh in my mind. I cannot even imagine what tomorrow will be like with our new guests.
AN: Well is this any good or should I give up on it? It's my first Holmes fic and I hope it's ok. Please give me advice and input!