A/N: New Story! Yay!
Disclaimer: I own only Annie. Bram Stoker owns the Count. Tamora Pierce owns her stuff, the Doyle Estate owns Holmes, Philip Pullman owns Lyra and Pan, and Lily belongs to Kate Klise. I think that's all.
The worlds are divided by a thin barrier known as The Abyss.
Occasionally the barrier is breached. But these occasions are rare, and for good reason, for the effects are dramatic.
Lyra and Pan
"Lyra, remind me why you are doing this to us?" the thirteen year old blonde's dǽmon, a pine marten, asked.
"I think it will open a door like the angels to Will's world," Lyra explained. As she added drops to the substance, they shimmered and vanished.
Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, added a silvery liquid to the substance. He was very focused, so focused he didn't realized he vanished.
Lily
Twelve year old Lily Watson groaned. Her teacher Mr. S. Holmes, had asked for a creative writing novel.
"Grr..." Lily growled.
Lily swayed, feeling ill. She fell off her bed and never hit the floor.
Annie
"Oh, little orphan Annie!" The blonde girl called mockingly.
"Shut UP!" Thirteen year old Annie yelled. Her frizzy, fly away hair, bound in a ponytail, trembled as much as the girl. Her brown eyes scanned the area. She ducked as the girl, Marlena, threw a punch. She KNEW Marlena was picking a fight. As she jumped up, her world rippled and vanished.
All
"Where am I?" Lily asked dazedly.
"How am I supposed to know?" Annie shot back.
"Does anyone know?" Holmes asked.
"We don't," Lyra said.
Annie blinked. "Well, maybe we should all introduce ourselves. My names Anna Hathway, but call me Annie."
"Lily Watson"
"Sherlock Holmes"
"Lyra"
"Pan"
"Shall we see where we are?" Holmes asked. The girls looked at each other and said,
"Sure"
"Fine"
"Yes"
Disclaimer: I own only Annie. Bram Stoker owns the Count. Tamora Pierce owns her stuff, the Doyle Estate owns Holmes, Philip Pullman owns Lyra and Pan, and Lily belongs to Kate Klise. I think that's all.
The worlds are divided by a thin barrier known as The Abyss.
Occasionally the barrier is breached. But these occasions are rare, and for good reason, for the effects are dramatic.
Lyra and Pan
"Lyra, remind me why you are doing this to us?" the thirteen year old blonde's dǽmon, a pine marten, asked.
"I think it will open a door like the angels to Will's world," Lyra explained. As she added drops to the substance, they shimmered and vanished.
Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, added a silvery liquid to the substance. He was very focused, so focused he didn't realized he vanished.
Lily
Twelve year old Lily Watson groaned. Her teacher Mr. S. Holmes, had asked for a creative writing novel.
"Grr..." Lily growled.
Lily swayed, feeling ill. She fell off her bed and never hit the floor.
Annie
"Oh, little orphan Annie!" The blonde girl called mockingly.
"Shut UP!" Thirteen year old Annie yelled. Her frizzy, fly away hair, bound in a ponytail, trembled as much as the girl. Her brown eyes scanned the area. She ducked as the girl, Marlena, threw a punch. She KNEW Marlena was picking a fight. As she jumped up, her world rippled and vanished.
All
"Where am I?" Lily asked dazedly.
"How am I supposed to know?" Annie shot back.
"Does anyone know?" Holmes asked.
"We don't," Lyra said.
Annie blinked. "Well, maybe we should all introduce ourselves. My names Anna Hathway, but call me Annie."
"Lily Watson"
"Sherlock Holmes"
"Lyra"
"Pan"
"Shall we see where we are?" Holmes asked. The girls looked at each other and said,
"Sure"
"Fine"
"Yes"
