I had to sit on my hands as the car rode through the traffic, anxiousness getting the best of me. Krys took one look at me and patted my arm. "You'll be fine." Her eyes narrowed. "Although I can't wait to get my hands on that disgusting . . . . . male!" She finally spat. I turned to her, oblivious to Young. "Why would you call him that? What did he ever do to you?" "Nothing! But he was so rude! I read about his stuff, he thought woman were stupid!" "That's not true!" I raised my voice. "Do you have proof?" "Yes, I do. I-" They both would think I was insane if I said anything about meeting him. "I read it in the journals, that view of the opposite sex was Doyle's! And you probably got that from some magazine. Did you even *read* the stories?" She squirmed, "Uh, no, but-" "So you're going to be as polite as can be, if this works." I hit her on the head, knocking on wood. "Very funny, Liv, don't make me use the full name!" She warned. "Fine, I'm sorry." Young started to laugh, and I tried to put on some music. "Oh, I burned a CD of some American music, you can put it on." He offered, hitting the play button. "*The Space Between*", I hit the forward button. I didn't feel like hearing that type of song. "*After All These Years*" Next. "*If You're Gone*" I growled and hit the off button, causing Young to glance in my direction. "Little antsy, are we?" I nodded, then stared at the road. That was funny, I could swear I saw Ms. Perrins gunning it to make the light from the other way. "Hell, were's she headed?" Krys asked from the back seat, leaning forward. I looked down the road. The Institute was just up ahead. If she was related to Moriarty, and didn't want the news out in public of the relation and crimes . . . I looked at the light, it was yellow. "Floor it, Young!" I yelled. "No time for q's!" He did just that, and we cut Perrins off, a close shave and nearly scraped half of the hunter green paint of the side of the car.
Krysten let out a hoot, and I glared at her. We parked quickly and raced inside to the front desk. "We need to talk to Doctor Jones!"
"What about?" The receptionist asked slowly. God, of all times to act slow, lady. . .
"Sherlock Holmes, Ms. Matting, this is Ms. Oliva Watson." Mr. Young spoke up quickly. This is very important and should be taken care of imediatly."
A tall, balding man walked in and took us to a back room. Sitting nervously in a uncomfortable chair, I tapped my fingers inpatiently.
"Ms. Watson, how can I help you? I'm Doctor Jones."
"Doctor, I want to revive him."
He sat back in his chair. "you realize there *is* a high risk involved?"
I nodded gravely. "Have you had any break throughs? Any specific cases of revification?"
"Yes. A dog, and a cat, although we had one man who . . .due to some slight mis-measurings, he didn't have the nerves properly revived and-"
"And, of course, there was no meseges to the brain, killing him. It makes sense.
"Now all that is left is your decision, Ms. Watson. Shall we revive him or not?"
I swallowed and looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes."
"Very well, it will take about two days, we'll contact you."
I slumped into my seat for some reason, I felt drained. As we started to leave, Ms. Perrins came storming through the doors of the center.
"What have you done?!?" She screached.
Krys just raised her hands and looked directly at her. "We've done nothing, except for find out that the body of Sherlock Holmes has been too damaged to revive." I had to congradulate the girl, she lied without blinking or scratching her earlobe.
"Is there anything the matter, Ms. Perrins?" Young asked her.
"Oh, yes, a Miss Malowski said that she had to cancel her date with you because of unexpected errands." She said sweetly.
He shrugged, and Krysten's interests sparked. "Oh, Mr. Young, did you know that I wanted to be a lawyer if not a Investigator?"
He took the bait, hook, line, and sinker, smiling at her. "Really? Why don't we talk over dinner? If, Ms. Watson doesn't mind."
She looked at me with begging eyes. I sighed. "Yeah, just drop me at the hotel."
We headed back, the two going off without me. To tell the truth, I didn't worry much about it, and the time alone was apreciated.
The wind on the balcony, which was shared by the adjascent room, was a way to cover my tears. I was ashamed of myself. It was because of *me* that he had died. It was because of *me* that he was shot. As Krys always said, guilt is the gift that keeps on giving.
I woke up at eleven, when my dear ol' buddy came in, with shrieking peels of laughter. I smacked her on the head and I ordered a mocha from room service. It's rather funny to say that somehow it helped to get me to sleep.
The next two days were spent like any tourists, visiting everything and anything, save for the Sherlock Holmes Mueseum, I was saving that for a later on.
It was on the second day, during lunch at a caffe, when Krys proppped her head on her chin and pouted. "It's so rainy, I can't stand this, what gives, anyway?"
"It's a Marine West-Coast Climate, Krys, of course its-" I was interuppted by the ringing of my cell phone. "Watson here; speak."
"Ms. Watson, we have someone here who's going to be waking up soon." Doctor Jones familiat voice came through.
"It was a succes?"
"Yes, and that you should get here soon, we revive here, we don't a new century to clients."
I grabbed Marianson's arm and raced toward the door. Unfortunettly, Krys refused to go in another cab and we walked to the building. I surveyed my clothing before going in. Great; a black shirt and jeans, that would help his adjustment.
I slowly walked in, and the doctor and ushured me into a room. I couldn't believe it; it was him.
"Hello, Holmes." I said quietly, trying to figure out if he was alright. His gave me a look of unimaginable relief and took my hand, kissing it.
"Hello, Olivia."
Holmes POV (thanks Queen Hotaru!)
I woke up to an imaginable bright light. As my eyes focused, I saw a tall, balding man, recently back from a vacation to some sort of islands and had recently married, smiling at me. "Mr. Holmes! Congratulations, you've been the first person to actually be revived. I do believe she'll want to see you."
"She?" No one answered, he had left. Looking around at the motif, everything, beeped and blinked. So this was Olivia's world.
"Hello, Holmes." I turned and saw what seemed a like a ghost. All at once, I found myself watching what had happened last I could remember.
Watson and I had been playing roles perfectly, and I felt we should go for a walk. Well, to make a long story short, we were infront of a beautiful oceanscape. I asked her what I wanted to for a long time; "And would you mind if he kissed you?"
She never answered me because a dark haired man put a hand on her mouth, she never had a chance to block him, and he had a gun to her temple.
"I do believe she would say that that is very impolite and would slap you, Mr. Holmes." He smiled malichiously at me, and Watson looked around stricken.
"And who are you?"
"Some call me Professor Moriarty, while others, . . . . they call me Mr. Perrins." I tried to to act calm. "And what do you want?"
"I just want a few 'loose strings' snipped." He pressed it harder into her head. I had to do this for Olivia.
"I don't understand, Professor." "You know exactly what I mean. If the board got hold of information, saying that I was the one responsible for the death of my poor wife. She had more beauty than brains, except for when she wanted to use them. Nasty little wench, she was. Tried to get me framed for her suicide. But maybe this time, I should marry a woman of brains and beauty, what do you think, Olivia?"
No one called her by her Christian name unless they had her consent, and he did not.
"The name's Ms. Watson to you!" She screamed and grabbed the gun, preparing to flip him. "Homes . . I'd . . move!" The man flew through the air and landed with the gun in a little over an arm's reach, no matter, he wasn't waking up anytime soon.
"Thank you, Holmes, you helped quite a bit back there." He sarcasm, which always came through, did. She held her arm protectivly.
"Well, I've learned that in some cases, women can take care of themselves. You are one of them." Now or never, it was time to tell her how I felt.
"Well, I thank you. But Holmes, I really think we should get out of here."
I grabbed her by the shoulders. "No, wait, I have to tell you this. I am the o-"
Her eyes widened and she spun us around, then turned as I watched the bullet hit her chest. She sat down and I did next to her.
"Oh my God," I whispered, "no, no, no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this."
Again her wit. "Holmes, Shut up, okay? I don't want to spend my last moments on earth hearing you lament, okay?"
I smiled and I couldn't stop the tears. "You repeated 'okay', you know." She tried to punch me, but it felt like a tap. "Oy, what a way to go out. Holmes?" I could barely speak. "I'm here." "That's exactly what I want to thank Watson and you for; for being there." She was quiet for a while. "Watson? Watson? Oh God, not Olivia, please, I loved her." I broke down and started to cry. THe second I looked away, her body was gone.Moriarty decided to shoot me, and as the pain filled every molecule of me, I could only think of one thing. "I'm sorry Olivia."
It was Olivia, alright, and she was looking at me for some sign of recognition. I smiled at her and she looked relieved. When I took her hand, I kissed it slowly.
"Hello, Olivia." It was so good to say her name again.
"Holmes, you have to act like you don't know me, at least until we get to the hotel."
"Yes, Ms. Watson." I shook her hand as we started out the door. "So, you're the descendant of my good friend Doctor John Watson?'
She nodded, she was good at acting. "Yes. He had your body frozen-he must have known a lot of big people in the medical industry. This is my friend and associate, Ms. Marianson."
She walked me to the window, and I saw m first glimpse of my new life.
"Mr. Holmes, welcome to the year 2001."
************************************************************************I realllly want to thank Queen Hotaru for all her wonderful idea and feedback. See ya all in the next chap!
Krysten let out a hoot, and I glared at her. We parked quickly and raced inside to the front desk. "We need to talk to Doctor Jones!"
"What about?" The receptionist asked slowly. God, of all times to act slow, lady. . .
"Sherlock Holmes, Ms. Matting, this is Ms. Oliva Watson." Mr. Young spoke up quickly. This is very important and should be taken care of imediatly."
A tall, balding man walked in and took us to a back room. Sitting nervously in a uncomfortable chair, I tapped my fingers inpatiently.
"Ms. Watson, how can I help you? I'm Doctor Jones."
"Doctor, I want to revive him."
He sat back in his chair. "you realize there *is* a high risk involved?"
I nodded gravely. "Have you had any break throughs? Any specific cases of revification?"
"Yes. A dog, and a cat, although we had one man who . . .due to some slight mis-measurings, he didn't have the nerves properly revived and-"
"And, of course, there was no meseges to the brain, killing him. It makes sense.
"Now all that is left is your decision, Ms. Watson. Shall we revive him or not?"
I swallowed and looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes."
"Very well, it will take about two days, we'll contact you."
I slumped into my seat for some reason, I felt drained. As we started to leave, Ms. Perrins came storming through the doors of the center.
"What have you done?!?" She screached.
Krys just raised her hands and looked directly at her. "We've done nothing, except for find out that the body of Sherlock Holmes has been too damaged to revive." I had to congradulate the girl, she lied without blinking or scratching her earlobe.
"Is there anything the matter, Ms. Perrins?" Young asked her.
"Oh, yes, a Miss Malowski said that she had to cancel her date with you because of unexpected errands." She said sweetly.
He shrugged, and Krysten's interests sparked. "Oh, Mr. Young, did you know that I wanted to be a lawyer if not a Investigator?"
He took the bait, hook, line, and sinker, smiling at her. "Really? Why don't we talk over dinner? If, Ms. Watson doesn't mind."
She looked at me with begging eyes. I sighed. "Yeah, just drop me at the hotel."
We headed back, the two going off without me. To tell the truth, I didn't worry much about it, and the time alone was apreciated.
The wind on the balcony, which was shared by the adjascent room, was a way to cover my tears. I was ashamed of myself. It was because of *me* that he had died. It was because of *me* that he was shot. As Krys always said, guilt is the gift that keeps on giving.
I woke up at eleven, when my dear ol' buddy came in, with shrieking peels of laughter. I smacked her on the head and I ordered a mocha from room service. It's rather funny to say that somehow it helped to get me to sleep.
The next two days were spent like any tourists, visiting everything and anything, save for the Sherlock Holmes Mueseum, I was saving that for a later on.
It was on the second day, during lunch at a caffe, when Krys proppped her head on her chin and pouted. "It's so rainy, I can't stand this, what gives, anyway?"
"It's a Marine West-Coast Climate, Krys, of course its-" I was interuppted by the ringing of my cell phone. "Watson here; speak."
"Ms. Watson, we have someone here who's going to be waking up soon." Doctor Jones familiat voice came through.
"It was a succes?"
"Yes, and that you should get here soon, we revive here, we don't a new century to clients."
I grabbed Marianson's arm and raced toward the door. Unfortunettly, Krys refused to go in another cab and we walked to the building. I surveyed my clothing before going in. Great; a black shirt and jeans, that would help his adjustment.
I slowly walked in, and the doctor and ushured me into a room. I couldn't believe it; it was him.
"Hello, Holmes." I said quietly, trying to figure out if he was alright. His gave me a look of unimaginable relief and took my hand, kissing it.
"Hello, Olivia."
Holmes POV (thanks Queen Hotaru!)
I woke up to an imaginable bright light. As my eyes focused, I saw a tall, balding man, recently back from a vacation to some sort of islands and had recently married, smiling at me. "Mr. Holmes! Congratulations, you've been the first person to actually be revived. I do believe she'll want to see you."
"She?" No one answered, he had left. Looking around at the motif, everything, beeped and blinked. So this was Olivia's world.
"Hello, Holmes." I turned and saw what seemed a like a ghost. All at once, I found myself watching what had happened last I could remember.
Watson and I had been playing roles perfectly, and I felt we should go for a walk. Well, to make a long story short, we were infront of a beautiful oceanscape. I asked her what I wanted to for a long time; "And would you mind if he kissed you?"
She never answered me because a dark haired man put a hand on her mouth, she never had a chance to block him, and he had a gun to her temple.
"I do believe she would say that that is very impolite and would slap you, Mr. Holmes." He smiled malichiously at me, and Watson looked around stricken.
"And who are you?"
"Some call me Professor Moriarty, while others, . . . . they call me Mr. Perrins." I tried to to act calm. "And what do you want?"
"I just want a few 'loose strings' snipped." He pressed it harder into her head. I had to do this for Olivia.
"I don't understand, Professor." "You know exactly what I mean. If the board got hold of information, saying that I was the one responsible for the death of my poor wife. She had more beauty than brains, except for when she wanted to use them. Nasty little wench, she was. Tried to get me framed for her suicide. But maybe this time, I should marry a woman of brains and beauty, what do you think, Olivia?"
No one called her by her Christian name unless they had her consent, and he did not.
"The name's Ms. Watson to you!" She screamed and grabbed the gun, preparing to flip him. "Homes . . I'd . . move!" The man flew through the air and landed with the gun in a little over an arm's reach, no matter, he wasn't waking up anytime soon.
"Thank you, Holmes, you helped quite a bit back there." He sarcasm, which always came through, did. She held her arm protectivly.
"Well, I've learned that in some cases, women can take care of themselves. You are one of them." Now or never, it was time to tell her how I felt.
"Well, I thank you. But Holmes, I really think we should get out of here."
I grabbed her by the shoulders. "No, wait, I have to tell you this. I am the o-"
Her eyes widened and she spun us around, then turned as I watched the bullet hit her chest. She sat down and I did next to her.
"Oh my God," I whispered, "no, no, no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this."
Again her wit. "Holmes, Shut up, okay? I don't want to spend my last moments on earth hearing you lament, okay?"
I smiled and I couldn't stop the tears. "You repeated 'okay', you know." She tried to punch me, but it felt like a tap. "Oy, what a way to go out. Holmes?" I could barely speak. "I'm here." "That's exactly what I want to thank Watson and you for; for being there." She was quiet for a while. "Watson? Watson? Oh God, not Olivia, please, I loved her." I broke down and started to cry. THe second I looked away, her body was gone.Moriarty decided to shoot me, and as the pain filled every molecule of me, I could only think of one thing. "I'm sorry Olivia."
It was Olivia, alright, and she was looking at me for some sign of recognition. I smiled at her and she looked relieved. When I took her hand, I kissed it slowly.
"Hello, Olivia." It was so good to say her name again.
"Holmes, you have to act like you don't know me, at least until we get to the hotel."
"Yes, Ms. Watson." I shook her hand as we started out the door. "So, you're the descendant of my good friend Doctor John Watson?'
She nodded, she was good at acting. "Yes. He had your body frozen-he must have known a lot of big people in the medical industry. This is my friend and associate, Ms. Marianson."
She walked me to the window, and I saw m first glimpse of my new life.
"Mr. Holmes, welcome to the year 2001."
************************************************************************I realllly want to thank Queen Hotaru for all her wonderful idea and feedback. See ya all in the next chap!