Hey guys, it's been a while. I don't really have any excuse, aside from the fact that I'm lazy and school has started for me. So yeah. Oh, and I put the wrong color for Holmes' hair and eyes in chapter three, so I changed that.

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And this chapter is dedicated to Random Person Who Likes Combs, who's my friend in real life and Fanfiction. Check out her stories 'cause they're awesome.


Chapter 4: Windstorm

22nd Century

Sherlock Holmes woke up with a headache. Again. Bluestar's voice sounded in his head, "Will come by windstorm. Will go by windstorm. Will be taken apart and put back together by windstorm." Those ominous sounding words could send chills down a grown man's spine. Heck, it just did!

Pushing aside the mysterious words, Sherlock lied there and waited for the headache to go away. It subsided, but it was still there. Like the words, the headache stuck like a stubborn cobweb. Sighing, Holmes got up and got ready for his day. The familiar patter of Lestrade's feet going up the stairs greeted Sherlock's ears. Just as his partner got up to the landing, Holmes opened the door and greeted, "Good morning Inspector. I see you don't have you wrist com, what happened to it?" Beth struggled for an answer. 5 seconds ago she had been about to knock and there was Holmes already at the door before she could compose her thoughts. Her partner smirked. I don't even know why I bother even attempting to knock on the door. I think he does it just to bug me. She thought.

"Well, Inspector?"

Beth came back to earth after that. "My wrist com died, but the last call I got was the one saying that Watson could be picked up from the shop tomorrow morning."

"I figured as much... Wait- Watson's ready? That's great news!"

Lestrade smirked inwardly. Who was the slow thinker now?

"Would you care for some tea, Lestrade? I believe you have some time before your shift and I'm making some."

"Sure," she replied.

Holmes went off to the kitchen to make the tea while Lestrade sat on the settee. A couple of minutes later, Holmes returned and handed Lestrade her cup of tea. Then he moved to sit in his armchair, but he never got there. While he was walking, a windstorm started up... in the middle of his apartment. Holmes remembered Bluestar's words and cursed inwardly as the wind enveloped him. He saw the wind throw Lestrade over the settee when she tried to stand up. Frustrated, Holmes sighed. The light dimmed to darkness and even with his excellent night vision, the detective could not see a thing. Then he felt a weird sensation. It didn't hurt at first; it tickled. Then it tingled. Then the tingling gave away to excruciating pain, but it was some how numbed. And in his pain induced haze, Sherlock could only describe it as being taken apart and put back together, at an atomic level. As the detective was about to lose consciousness because of the pain, it lessened, and then stopped. He felt solid ground beneath him (he hadn't noticed its absence) and the blackness around him turned to grey.


Warriors

Jayfeather woke with a start. He was the last one up. there was a nagging headache in the back of his mind and he heard Bluestar's voice in his head, "Will come by windstorm. Will go by windstorm. Will be taken apart and put together by windstorm."

The Blind medicine cat shivered. That message was definitely not appealing to him.

"Hello? Jayfeather, you in there?" Celandinepaw worriedly mewed.

"Of course," her mentor retorted. "Where else would I be?"

Celandinepaw didn't miss a beat, "In some other cat's head." She paused. "You okay? You slept longer than the rest of us."

Avoiding her question, Jayfeather mewed, "Something has come up and we must get back to camp before dawn. It is the time when the stars still reign and the sun brings light. If I am right, it'll happen then, less confusion that way. Come on, Celandinepaw." And without a good-bye, Jayfeather padded away and out of the hollow. Celandinepaw smiled sheepishly at the other medicine cats and leapt out of the hollow.

At the top of the hollow, Celandinepaw hissed to her mentor, "You could have at least said good-bye."

"No time. We must go. Lead the way," Jayfeather said distractedly. His paws were kneading the ground, itching to go.

Seething, Celandinepaw raced down the path, with her tail on Jayfeather's shoulder. She may get mad at him, but she would still follow her mentor's orders. And besides she thought it's not everyday he asks me to guide him like this. With his stubborn ways, dream walking, and the fact that he has been traveling this trail since he became a 'paw makes this all very surprising. I've only traveled this path a pawful of times before. It's nice that he puts so much trust in me. Celandinepaw felt what could only be described as a sharp prod to the mind. "Less thinking, more running." Her mentor growled. Celandinepaw bit down a scathing remark and trotted a little faster. She knew that she couldn't run or Jayfeather might get hurt.

Jayfeather knew that Celandinepaw wasn't running full pelt. His apprentice knew that he couldn't keep up with him. It annoyed Jayfeather that he couldn't run full pelt. He knew that if he did, he would injure himself very badly. Though Jayfeather knew he shouldn't take out his frustration on Celandinepaw, he could not help it. Curing Briarlight was, metaphorically, in his sight, and he just couldn't catch it. Poor Celandinepaw would just have to take the blunt force of his frustrated scathing remarks because if he got through this, ThunderClan should have a new warrior. Or maybe two he thought by the time we get back to camp, Celandinepaw will probably be done with me and choose to become a warrior.

Fueled by frustration and random thoughts, Jayfeather pulled ahead and into the leader's den. Head peering up from the nest, Squirrelflight sleepily asked, "Jayfeather, what's going on? You're acting like there's a battle in the camp."

"Battle? What battle?" Bramblestar shot up.

Flicking her mates ear with her tail, Squirrelflight murmured, "No, battle you stupid furba-"

'I have a solution to Briarlight's problem," Jayfeather blurted, tired of his foster parent's playful banter. The other two cats' heads whipped around to face him. Taking a moment to compose his thoughts, Jayfeather began in a rushed voice, "I just need you two to hear me out. Someone's going to come. He will introduce himself as Sherlock Holmes. Briarlight and I Will go with him and when we return, Briarlight will be able to walk once again. And if you two don't like this, Take it up with Bluestar."

And with that, Jayfeather turned tail and sprinted down the rock wall to the medicine den. "Briarlight," he panted brfore he collapsed on the floor. All the running had tired the blind medicine cat. Never before had he stumbled over so many roots, snagged his fur on so many thorns, and grazed his pads on rocks in one trip. And, he had never run so far either.

The she cat in question lurched out of her nest and pulled herself over to Jayfeather. Briarlight mewed in alarm, "Jayfeather, are you okay? Are you injured?" Noticing the abundance of twigs and other debris in his pelt, Briarlight began to groom his fur will looking for anything worse than a scratch. Jayfeather was sweating, and breathing hard. Did he have a fever? What do you give a cat for fever? Briarlight wondered Daisy? Tansy? Cypress? At this rate, I'd kill him before I did anything useful. As the she-cat fretted, she did not notice Jayfeather who padded up behind her.

"Feverfew."

"Huh?" Briarlight mewed, whirling her head around.

"Feverfew. It's used for fevers. If anything, I should eat some ash seeds. Great StarClan, I've never run so far or fast in my life. Now Briarlight, I need you to trust me and do as I say, for if you do, there is a good chance that you will walk again." Jayfeather was elated. Not being able to heal Briarlight, but now he could. He was not a failure!

Briarlight was confused, shocked, and excited all at the same time. Jayfeather could see her thoughts: running, hunting, playing with her littermates, going on patrols... but the thoughts abruptly cut off at the sound of Dovewing's howl, "Something's coming, I hear it!"

Soon, Jayfeather heard it too. The wind was hissing, and then it was howling. There was a windstorm... right in the middle of the hollow. "Come on, Briarlight," Jayfeather nudged the she-cat. "We're going to the hollow."

With fear wide in her eyes, Briarlight dragged herself out of the den. With a flash of starry white light, Jayfeather saw a she-cat who was as white as fresh snow winding her way around Jayfeather. The she-cat whispered into his ear, "It was my idea, Bluestar just had the power to put it forth."

"Thank you, Snowfur," Jayfeather breathed, thanking her both for helping to heal Briarlight and giving him a temporary gift of sight.

Then, Snowfur's presence disappeared. In the clearing, a yellow and brown tabby tom stood. The strange cat's eyes lifted to Jayfeather's and there was a flash of recognition both ways. "Holmes!" Jayfeather shouted, and raced out into the clearing.

"Jayfeather," the cat greeted, who was indeed Holmes. Holmes noticed Jayfeather's eyes as the medicine cat got closer. "Wait," Holmes whispered, "I thought you were blind."

"Yes, but I can see because of a vision. Just don't ask."

Holmes flicked his tail over at Briarlight, "Are you the injured warrior Bluestar has told me about?"

"Y-yes," Briarlight replied.

"Well come on," Holmes beckoned as the wind started to pick up again.

"Leafpool! Celandinepaw! You two are in charge while I'm gone," Jayfeather shouted as he was swallowed by the wind.

The three cats could not see anything as the wind kicked up, faster and faster. The weird tingly sensation desended upon them, the feeling of being taken apart atom by atom. They were rearranged and the wind started to fade. A last gust threw the three of them around their new location: 221B Baker street.


Wow, longest chapter so far. And I have a question for you readers: would you rather have (this is an example here) a 500 word chapter every week or an 1000 word chapter every other week? It's not going to actually happen like that exactly, but I hope I am getting the question across. If at least three people answer, I'll do what the majority says, but for now, you guys are getting a long chapter every once in awhile. Happy Halloween (and Hollow's Eve and All Saint's Day tomorrow.)