Summary: SH22- Love's complicated when someone from the modern 22nd falls for someone from the Victorian Era… Will their love be strong enough to withstand the pressure? Mature Contents. SH/BL

Masked Phantom: Okay… I'm back. I apologise for taking ages to complete this song ficcy because this was meant to be a St Valentine special. But a promise is a promise even if it's late… okay, here it is all done and ready to go… but before I do so, here's the declaration to about this song ficcy… (Pulls out a white form and gives it to the men in black… Yes. They're the agents in charge of these stuff…)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Sh22 they all belong to Dic Co. Plus! I repeat! I DO NOT own this beautiful piece of song entitled, You'll be in my Heart written and sung by Phil Collins to Disney's cartoon Tarzan.

You'll Be In My Heart (From: Disney's Tarzan)

By: Phil Collins

Part 1: The Incident

It was a strange sight indeed as four silhouettes were on the run in the middle of a typical night. A muscular built man was the first among the four running figures. Obviously he was on the run while his chasers were just close behind him, a tall lengthy man with a deerstalker and his long Inverness flowing behind him the third figure was a woman with shoulder length hair. She was trying to over take the tall man. Last but not least, the last figure was a large corpulent figure that was trying to keep up with the rest. His heavy metallic footsteps were the reason why… he was an android.

"Watson! This won't work. Stay behind and call for backups. Leave Moriarty to Lestrade and I!" Sherlock Holmes shouted, who was still keen on the chase of his most formidable enemy, Prof. James Moriarty. And they all turned into New London's scarp yard.

Well… Moriarty was smart to lure them into a scarp yard and within a few short seconds, he had finally lost his pursuers. However, Holmes was smart enough to think ahead of him. Within a few maneuvers he and Lestrade had managed cornered him to an open space in the middle of the scarp yard.

"The game's up Moriarty! You're under arrest!" ordered Inspector Lestrade as she held out her ionizer.

"You may as well surrender, Moriarty." Holmes said as he extended his cane.

The man chuckled and looked at his nemesis, "Why, Holmes. Two against one is not fair at all." With a flash, he took out his ionizer and shot at the bundle of scraps hanging above Beth Lestrade's head.

Before the deadly scraps could fall on the dumbstruck inspector, the detective managed to push themselves to safety. However it wasn't enough as he received some of the scarp attacks that were meant for her. Shocked for the moment by her partner's fall, Lestrade remembered her purpose of being here and shot a stun ray at the running Moriarty who dropped immediately as the shot reached him.

She quickly returned to Sherlock Holmes to examine him, frantically removing every piece of scraps that were on his back. She turn him over to check his pulse, fortunately it's still there. Worried she tried to shake him up as the tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Sherlock! Sherlock! Speak to me…" she said as she shook, trying all her best not to cry.

Finally after what was like thirty seconds, the detective frown in response. He opened his eyes to see the same concern face however the only difference was that were those beautiful eyes were now flooded with tears. He smiled loftily and spoke, "Stop crying, Beth. It'll be alright. I have survived worst." He grabbed her hands and gave it a small squeeze to assure her.

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand Hold it tight

"Why?" she sobbed as the tears finally trickle down her cheeks.

"Your safety is my concern my dear inspector. So stop crying, I'll always be here for you silly." He said as he reached to wipe her tears. Feeling that he had gathered enough strength, he tried to sit up.

"Where's Moriarty?" he asked and tried to stand. The inspector wiped her tears and turned to the limp figure in response. It was when she turned back her eyes widen in shock. There was a trickle of blood running along the side of the detective's face. Lestrade pointed to his face, she motioned her hands to his face and wiped it and showed it to him.

Holmes on the other hand, was already feeling fuzzy even when he was on his feet. The only thing he remembered was Moriarty unconscious and a sight of red before he blacked out.

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

This was a shock to Lestrade as the once strong spirited detective was now unconscious before her. She bent down to check on him again, now with an ominous feeling forming within her, she removed the deerstalker to reveal portion of bloodstained hair. The impact of the scarp must have hit him so hard that it might have inflicted such a wound. She bit her lip nervously and began to search his pockets for some from of fabrics that could cease the bleeding wound.

Thank goodness, there was a clean handkerchief she took it out and pressed it on his wounds. She knew that this was not the solution so she connected her wristcom to Watson.

"Watson! Help! I need the backups immediately and an ambulance… Now! It's Holmes he's…" before she could finish her sentence, a stun ray hit her knocking her out immediately as she fell onto Holmes. Her bloodstained hands still on his wounds…

To be continued...

Masked Phantom: Okay that's all for now… before I could move onto Part 2 please Review. I don't appreciate Flames so don't even think about sending one. Here's an important message concerning Part 2 the themes are getting mature so prepare yourselves.