Hi all~ this isn't a new chapter or anything, it's just my disclaimer. I forgot in my forgot in my first chapter. So here goes: Anything that you recognize is not mine, nor am I getting paid for any of this. So far, I own Anna (that would be the narrator, but I don't believe that you know that yet…) and Kait (who is based on the author Nip, but she won't let me use her real name). This is a better version of what I put up two days ago. Also, I am looking for a beta…until I get one, you people are going to have to deal with my awful grammar. Sorry.

So that is my disclaimer. Please review me, I don't really care if you flame me if you really think that I deserve it, and I know that the format of the first chapter is off, but I don't know how to fix it, so if one of you lovely readers would review and tell me…I would appreciate it very much (wink wink nudge nudge).

"I'm going to write a Holmes fic." I announced to my friend Kaitlyn.

"Anna don't. You are butchering one of the best characters in English literature. Please please don't write it!"

"Chill Kait. It's not like it's meant to be taken seriously. And," I added, "It will not be one of those scary slash ones." (A/N: I have nothing against slash fics, but I don't think that they should be written about these people.)

"Is it going to be one of those silly back in time fics, where he finds his soul mate from the future, only to have her ripped away by the cruel hands of fate?" she asked me melodramatically.

"As a matter of fact, no. She will be ripped away by the cruel hands of death." At her puzzled expression I elaborated. "Well, if I am going on the theory that he existed, Mary Russell must have existed as well, and I don't want to screw things up for them."

Kait rolled her eyes at me, saying "What a waist of time!", and I just sighed.

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About three weeks later, my fic was done, and I had read the last tear full review, yelling at me for killing my main character. I had explained it from the beginning: I had to, because I did not want to screw things up for Holmes and Mary. Honestly, these people just didn't understand.

At that precise moment, the phone rang. It was Kaitlyn, telling me to be at her house as quickly as I could manage, which was pretty fast, considering that I lived in the dorm room right next door. Oh, I should probably have told you that we were in college. Both of us were attending Oxford, but we had grown up as neighbors in a backwoods town in New York.

Anyway, I showed up about a minute later, wearing a clingy powder blue sweater and a black skirt with blue and beige flowers on it that belled out around my ankles, was prodded onto a masking tape X on her floor. I stood, looking up cautiously, expecting an anvil to drop on my head, or something equally as pleasant. When I was not beheaded after several moments, I looked at her in askance.

"You, my dear, are about to be a guinea pig in one of the greatest experiments of all time! I will be attempting to send you to another dimension via the wormholes that are left over from the big bang! Are you ready to make history?" she glanced at my Sunday Mediocre (A/N: it's a spoof on Sunday best, its not quite best, so it's mediocre.) and added, "Why are you wearing that ridiculous outfit?"

"I am wearing 'this ridiculous outfit' because I promised Alex that I would go to church with him this evening. And as for making history, yeah what ever you say." I sighed, wondering how long this would take. Kait tapped a few keys on her almighty laptop, and suddenly there was a huge flash of brilliant blue light. My cry of "holy sh*t" was barely heard over the roar that followed the light. Then there was blackness.

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I woke to the gathering dusk on a damp sidewalk and I sat up. I had an awful headache, and the world spun before my eyes as I tried to focus on my surroundings. The first thing that struck me as odd was the lack of streetlights. There weren't any, or at least, no normal ones. There were some candles on really long sticks, which men on stilts were walking around and lighting. I blinked several times, trying to clear my head. I thought that I saw several shapes moving in the haze around the small area that I could see clearly, and was sure when I felt one of them grab my shoulder.

"What are yeou doin' 'ere? Innit a bit late for a laidee to be out alone? Unless yeou ain't any better then yeou're worth. That's wot Oi fink. Wodda ya say, laidee? Yeou want ter have some fun wiv me?" the man's breath stank of cheep gin and general rot. I looked up at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. I found out that he was when he leaned in with a cheep imitation of a kiss and tried to alleviate me of my sweater at the same time. I kicked him in the groin to try to get him off of me, and was rewarded by a satisfying groan of pain as he doubled over. However, he recovered impossibly quickly and hit me with what felt like all his strength (but most likely wasn't) in the head. Pain exploded behind my eyelids and I crumpled to the ground for the second time that evening. The man advanced on me and I resigned myself to what I knew was coming. I heard a gun being cocked very close to me, and thought ' So much for Kait and making history.'

To my eternal surprise, the gun never went off. There was a quiet exchange between the man that…well…and another voice, the unmistakable drawl of a well educated English gentleman. The thug backed down (likely because he had the maw of a gun in his face) and walked away quickly. My vision was starting to fail again, but before I blacked out completely, I saw the flash of steely gray eyes, and heard that same drawl pronounce some rather unkind words. He lifted me gently into his arms and started walking out of the darkened alley that I had been collapsed in. after the third step in the lighted street, however, the blackness swallowed me, and I knew no more.

Well, there you go. Chapter one of my new fic. Enjoy and R/R!