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Chapter 3- The Meeting

Dream Scape

Jayfeather and Sherlock Holmes groaned. Both had twin pounding headaches, the worst either had ever had, and that was saying something for the latter. In fact, these weren't just headaches, these were split-my-skull-a-die-a-painful-death-and-please-pl ease-please-put-me-out-of-my-misery-NOW MIGRAINS. But both males had strong minds, and Bluestar and Snowfur were sure that they could power through the headaches. The sisters were proven right. A few moments later, Sherlock groaned and tried to sit up. To him, it seemed like the hardest battle of his life. After feeling dazed and dizzy for a few moments, he assessed the situation and groaned. "Another cat, as well as you," he spoke, gesturing towards a writhing Jayfeather and a calm Bluestar.

Bluestar glared at Holmes, her icy unblinking blue gaze that had sent shivers into the souls of many cats. Holmes didn't move, he just stared back at the she-cat with a glare that rivaled her own. Both broke the stare down and whipped their heads around to look at a hissing Jayfeather.

Jayfeather moaned and got to his paws. As his vision cleared, for he could see in dreams, he saw Bluestar and a twoleg looking at him. The medicine cat sent a silent snarl towards the twoleg. The twoleg just smirked. Grumbling, Jayfeather turned to Bluestar and asked, "What's going on?" at the same time as Holmes. Both beings turned their heads toward each other and scowled.

Holmes murmered, "What a dumb world where cats can talk."

"Well, you're not exactly a ray of sunshine either, twoleg," Jayfeather retorted.

Bluestar sighed and decided to intervene. She stepped between the two quarrelers and declared, "Do you want to help Briarlight? Do you want to subject your Lestrade to nightmares and headaches? Please, you two, introductions."

Jayfeather was really confused. What did Briarlight have to do with any of this? He had to help her. When the brown she-cat was injured, Jayfeather had felt powerless and helpless. Was this finally his chance to heal the warrior who deserved the life of a warrior more than many other cats?

Lestrade couldn't be subjected to these night terrors. She wouldn't, if Holmes had a say in it.

"Well," said Bluestar,"Since neither of you are speaking, I'll start. My name is Bluestar, former leader of ThunderClan, now a warrior of StarClan. It wasn't my idea to bring you two together, it was Snowfur's, my sister. I'm hear representing the both of us because she cannot make it into here. And before you ask, you are in the Dreamscape, a place between two worlds where spirits can wander in their true forms, if you have the power to get here, which Snowfur does not."

Sherlock jumped in with the next introduction. He only understood half of what Bluestar said, but that really didn't matter, not right now. "My name is Sherlock Holmes, private consulting detective of the 19th and 20th centuries. I was brought back to life in the 22nd century to battle a clone of my former nemesis, Professor James Moriarty. You may call me Holmes."

Jayfeather gave Holmes a piercing non readable gaze. He looked at the blonde haired blue eyed twoleg. Holmes was very good at hiding his emotion outwardly like Jayfeather, but the tom could read his emotions as well as he could with most cats and found that the twoleg was a lot like himself. Armed with this information, Jayfeather began to speak, "Greetings, my name is Jayfeather, ThunderClan's current medicine cat. I'm blind when I am awake, but in my dreams I can see accurately. It's a power I have. Oh, and with this power I can walk in other's dreams and read thoughts, mostly emotions." And Jayfeather smirked at Holmes's shocked expression.

Holmes viewed the gray tabby with a new light. If Jayfeather spoke the truth, then that cat had an amazing ability. Even though Holmes possessed none of Jayfeather's mind abilities, the Victorian could judge emotions quite well. Like Jayfeather, he was struck by how similar the two were. Both males suppressed their emotions under a stony façade, but their eyes would tell the truth. Holmes felt that if they understood each other's lifestyles a little more, they could become good friends. Relatively, they were probably the same age.

"Well," Bluestar cut in briskly, "Now that we know who is who, we can go to the reason for why I brought you here. I'm sorry, Holmes, this won't help you in the long run, but I do know how to get everyone you know into a mental facility."

Bluestar let the threat hang in the air. 'Females' thought Holmes bitterly.

"The goal here is to get Briarlight to walk again. I will bring Holmes to ThunderClan and Jayfeather and Briarlight will go back with him to the 22nd century. Using the advanced healing techniques, Briarlight will be healed. I will then bring Holmes, Jayfeather, and Briarlight back to ThunderClan. Finally, I will send Holmes home. It is simple when you think about it really."

Not missing a beat, Sherlock inquired, "Why am I on all the trips? Would it not be simpler to make two trips instead of four?"

Bluestar sighed, "It's because I need to have you Holmes for this whole thing to work. For some untold reason you are the key to this working. Now if neither of you have any questions, it's time for both of you to wake up."

Both Jayfeather and Holmes shook their heads. Jayfeather was busy processing all the new information while Holmes was ready to wake up from this dream. The Victorian really wished this was all just a dream.


And, it took me like two weeks just to write and publish this. Originally, it was longer, but I've decided to split my original idea of chapter four into two parts. Hope you liked it and please review. I feel happier and more productive.

On another note, school starts in a few days for me, so I'll be getting out these chapters even more slowly. Sigh, what was I thinking of, trying to write three fanfics at once. Garbage! I'm asymmetrical garbage!... Oops, wrong fanfiction. Can anyone guess what fanfiction it's from?