A/N: OK time for another thrilling instalment of the very puzzling mystery of a guy materialising into Holmes bed wearing very little ( most guy would love this seriously). Remember to R/R and remember if u cant say anything nice I don't wanna hear it.

You can't be serious.

Cassidy's PoV

Shit my head hurts. That must have been some party!!

I could feel someone prodding my head softly, with careful fingers. They didn't seem to realises I was awake until I flinched harshly as they touched a tender spot.

"Ah, Watson. It appears our unexpected guest is finally back in the land of the living".

"Be quiet Holmes. How do you feel my dear?"

Holmes? Watson? Fuck it wasn't a dream. HELP I'M GOING INSANE!!!

"Head hurts" I managed to mumble my voice scratchy and quiet.

I felt a smooth glass being pressed to my lips and a soft order to drink. I took a small sip and gasped as the taste of brandy burned down my veins. I heard one of the men chuckle at my response.

"Holmes don't laugh at the poor girl!" The man identified as Watson scolded softly before apparently speaking to me in a low voice "Try and open your eyes slowly for me? That's it nice and easy."

I opened my eyes slowly to see a kind looking man hovering over me with a moustache and a more severer looking man with sharp features leaning forward in his chair to get a better look at me.

"What might your name be, young lady? Other then you play some type of instrument ,and have recently had a fall in which you injured your head I can make nothing of you." The man seemed annoyed at his lack of information.

"My name is Cassidy Sir. I play the electric Guitar. I'm not sure about the fall though." I looked around slightly confused "Not to seem stupid or anything but were am I?"

The man called Watson responded.

"You are in 221b Baker street. London…."

He paused at my terrified look, as I felt a feeling of forbidding flow though my veins.

"What year is it?" I asked looking around wildly.

"How can you not know the year?"

"Just tell me! What year is it?"

It was the stern man that responded.

"It is the year 1895."

"WHAT!!! YOU CANT BE SERIOUS! THIS IS SOME SICK JOKE…" I leapt to my feet and continued to rant loudly as I paced, ignoring the alarmed faces of my new companions.

They let me go on like this for some minuets before Watson grabbed my arm.

"You must calm down. It is not good to get yourself worked up in your state."

I reluctantly let him lead me to a chair, still in a terrible shocked state.

"If it would help…. This bag was found next to you on the bed."

I nearly cheered with joy as the man identified as Holmes held up my rucksack. Rummaging though it quickly I found my 2 changes of outfits, a CD player, batteries, mini portable speakers, some change, a spare guitar pick, some CD's and my photo album. The two men in the room watched in interest as I pulled out each item before returning it lovingly to its place in my bag.

"That helps" I muttered to myself quietly, but Mr Holmes still pick up on it.

"Do you mind telling me where you come from? I did not recognise some of the positions in your bag?"

"You wouldn't.." I was muttering to myself again "They wont be around for at least 105 years."

I didn't mean for him to hear but he did and he looked a little confused.

"Please excuse me questions, but 105 years? I'm afraid I don't understand." he looked annoyed at his confusion. While Watson seemed to be listening to out strange talk with a strong interest.

"You asked where I am from? Well I am from London. But London about 113 years in the future."

Both men looked at me dumbfounded for many minuets and I found myself giggling at the looks on their faces. I mean how many people can say they have shock the Sherlock Holmes?

"I think she might have hit her head harder then I thought." I thought I heard Watson mutter.

Mr Holmes looked at me, his eyes piercing into my own looking for answers.

"Can you prove your unusual claim?"

I thought for a few seconds before pulling out my coins and photo album.

"Here. These are coloured photos of me and my friends from the future. If you look on these coins they have dates as well as the queens head."

He spent a long time examining both the coins and the photo's, while myself and Dr Watson watched him carefully.

Finally he looked up at Watson.

"It seems, my dear Watson. She is telling the truth!"