Hi again! I'm back, and, as I said in my new and improved version of chapter one, am trying to find a beta…so if any of you guys want to help, let me know.

Anyway, the usual disclaimer applies: I only own Anna and Kait, and I apologize if Holmes is a bit out of character, I have only read the Laurie King books, so that is what I'm working off of. I will reply to reviews at the end.

They told me later that I had been unconscious for several days, but all I remember is waking up screaming into a masculine waistcoat. ( I have a past, but I will get into that later…) Strong arms were rapped around me, and I got the distinct impression of being suffocated before I succumbed to the blackness again.

I suppose that it was several hours later that I woke up completely and took in my surroundings. I was in a picturesque Victorian bedroom that looked as if it hadn't been occupied for quite a while. It was done in blues, I noticed abstractly.

Just then, the door swung silently open, and a portly man with a doctor's bag came in. He saw that I was awake and smiled. I returned the gesture, albeit a bit shakily. My head was throbbing and all I really wanted was a triple dose of Advil and about three days more sleep. Or a really strong drink. While I was debating which to ask this man (who was obviously a doctor) for, he pulled a chair around to the side of my bed and started to take my pulse. I sighed and let him get through the normal medical checkup that accompanied a serious injury while wondering what B&B I was in.

Yep, folks, I really and truly thought that I was in a bed and breakfast. The option of time travel didn't even cross my mind. It honestly didn't occur to me that Kaitlyn's little experiment worked. Boy was I ever wrong.

My first clue that something major was wrong was when the doctor asked me, "Are you quite alright, Miss?" his voice and tone were purely English. That in itself would not have normally thrown me off because I had been in school in Oxford for nearly two years. It was the fact that he addressed me as 'Miss'. No one had ever addressed me as Miss before. Just face it, the people in our society are not that polite. However, I could not just sit there and stare at him, so I answered as politely as I could, considering the amount of pain that I was in.

"Um, truthfully, it feels like my head is gonna explode. Do you have any Aspirin?"

"Oh yes, how terribly remiss of me!" he exclaimed. He turned behind him and mixed a powder into a cup of tea that I hadn't even seen behind him, and handed it to me.

"Drink it all, please." He instructed. I did as I was told and nearly choked on the taste.

"My God, what is in this rot? Opium?" I realized belatedly that that would be construed as very rude and tried to temper it with what I hoped somewhat resembled a smile. It had to have worked, because when I looked back at the Doctor, he was chuckling. "What?!?" I demanded.

"Nothing, Miss, nothing. Yes, there was an opiate in your tea." His jovial face suddenly fell. "You are not addicted to the poppy, are you?" The look of absolute abhorrence must have reassured him, because he nodded once and told me, "I shall go and tell my roommate that you are awake. I know that he wants very much to talk to you."

"Wait a minute, this isn't a B&B? Or a really high end hospital?" he looked confused as he walked out, but declined to comment.

I didn't have to wait very long for the doctor's roommate, and the man that, I assumed, had saved me in that alley from that man that thought that I was a hooker. At that thought, memory returned full force and I relived the conversation with Kait, the light, the pain as my skull made contact with the pavement, the man who thought that I was no better than I ought to be, the fight that ensued from that incorrect assumption, more pain, and the man that saved me. It also occurred to me that the man who pulled me out of a nearly deadly situation was most likely the same man whose waistcoat that I woke screaming into.

Amusement and embarrassment warred inside me; eventually amusement won out. I was shaking my head (which seemed oddly disconnected from my shoulders, no doubt from the drug that the doctor had dosed me with) at my own stupidity when the door banged open and a very tall man with black hair and oddly familiar gray eyes strode in before the doctor. He threw himself into the chair that the doctor had occupied and looked at me hard.

I matched him stare for stare, and he was the one that looked away first. His eyes took in my entire figure and I was suddenly very uncomfortable in the nightgown that…someone…had lent me. He seemed to perceive my feelings as soon as I did, and averted his gaze.

"You will forgive me, I am sure, for being blunt, but I find that you present a pretty intellectual problem. You appeared out of thin air in a dark alley, and proceeded to try to take on a man nearly three times your size. I can tell you quite a few things about yourself, madam, but what I want desperately to know is this: who are you?"

By this time I had a pretty good idea of who he was, and where I was, but how I got there still blew my mind. Even so, I thought that it would be fun to mess with the Great Detective's head.

"Why don't you tell me? You are the Great Detective, after all." His gray eyes lit at the challenge, and he stood to pace.

"I have before me a young woman, no more that twenty years of age, who has been highly educated, has an interest in theater, and was born in America. New York, if I am not mistaken. She plays the piano, although she did not have many formal lessons. She is fond of writing, and is right handed. Furthermore, she has a longhaired dog that enjoys sitting in your lap." I sat there in the silence that followed his pronouncement and stared at him. "Well?" he demanded impatiently.

"Right on all counts. Is there anything that you want me to fill in? And, I had a bag with me in the alley, did you happen to pick it up when you…brought me here?"

He looked at me for a moment and then grinned. "Actually, your name might be helpful."

"Duh!" I reached up to smack myself in the head, and realized that that would probably be a bad idea, and stopped my hand mid-smack.

"My name is Anna Jonsen, and yes, I grew up in New York."

"Well, Miss Jonsen-"

"Anna." I interrupted firmly.

"Anna" he conceded. "Welcome to Baker Street"

"Uh thanks."

"You are welcome. How long to you intend to stay?"

"Uh…"

"Now Holmes," the Doctor, who was the equally famous Watson, protested. "You can't expect her to pick up and leave. For one, she is hurt and needs bed rest, also, you don't even know if she has relatives in London. I propose that she stays here with us. There is no reason that she could not occupy this very room."

"Watson, that is not a wise idea. We know next to nothing about the girl and-"

"HELLO!!!! I am right here! It would be nice if you would refrain from referring to me as if I were a million miles away!"

They both looked at me like I was a raving lunatic, but they addressed me this time.

"Anna, do you have any relatives in London at present?" Holmes asked me in a clipped voice.

"Um, no. All of the relatives that I have ever met haven't been born yet. I'm from the future. 2006, to be precise."

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