A/N: The moment you have all been waiting for… A chapter in Holmes's point of view. This chapter is a right challenge to write but I hope I have done it well. I would also like to thank my loyal reader who has reviewed each of my chapters so far. You no who you are. So on with the story.
Chapter 4
A room for one.
Holmes PoV
"She is telling the truth.." My dear friend seemed stunned at my observation, and I would have laughed at the expression on his face, if it wasn't for the scared and panicked look our guest held on her face. "Holmes if I didn't know you better I would say you need you head checked. How can this girl be from the future? Its impossible!"
I sighed at Watson's narrow-mindedness. Time and time again I have done what people would claim to be impossible, yet my closest companions still doubts my judgment. A small part of my realised that I to would have doubted the girls story if I didn't have the absolute proof before me, but I quickly stamped on the thought.
"Examine these coins Watson. You can see the small date stamped onto them. Look 1992, 1998, 2000 and 2008. Further more, I know for a fact that colour photography hasn't been invented yet. Yet this young lady has many photo's here in colour. Add to that her clearly…. Unusual clothing and hair colour, and there is no other explanation but the one she has presented to us."
I gave my deduction in my normal brisk manner, but something was disturbing me greatly, something which I was sure was more inline of Watson nature then my own. Our young guest didn't seem at least surprised to my observations. In fact she didn't seem to be present at all. A far away look filled her eyes, the tears in the frozen in place. I had to look closely to see if she was breathing and I had yet to see her blink in many minuets. Watson saw the direction of my gaze, and as he jumped to his feet, my fears seemed confirmed.
"Holmes she has gone into shock."
"Of course she has Watson, any sane person would be. She is over 100 years away from her time. Here.." I Passed over a bandy bottle "Give her a little more of this and lets see if we can bring her out of it."
I watched closely (not that anyone could tell by my uninterested expression) as Watson managed to get her to swallow a little brandy and was relieved to see her snap out of her daze, coughing on the strong liquid. I had to repress my chuckle at the disgusted look on her face. Looking around at our faces she blushed slightly as she clearly realised what had happened.
"Sorry" she mumbled "Bit of a shock all this. Is there possibly somewhere I can lay down for a bit, try and clear my head so to speak."
"Of course." Watson said immediately, much to my annoyance as I desired to extract more information out of our guest. But at the look of her tired face I relented and called for Mrs Hudson, hoping she wasn't to mad at me for this incident.
"Mrs Hudson. Could you possibly find a room for our guest. She is a foreigner, and has little knowledge of our ways. Ill explain everything else in the morning."
Mrs Hudson still seemed angry with me, but one look at the girl, her angry exterior melted replaced with the motherly nature I was (unfortunately) very familiar with.
"Of course Mr Holmes. This way my dear." both ladies vanished out the door.
I turned to Watson to see him looking at me inquiringly.
"Is she really from the future Holmes?" He asked, still obviously trying to get the information into his mind.
"Indeed she is. However unlikely it seems."
"What are we going to do?" He asked voicing the question I was thinking.
"At this moment, nothing. Maybe things will be clearer in the morning. For now I suggest we both get some…."
I stopped suddenly as singing drifted to my ears. Looking at Watson we both crept silently out the door, towards the slightly open door of the guest room, were our young guest seemed to have taken up resident. Looking though the crack we saw a really remarkable sight. Our new friend was laying on her back on the bed, singing softly, to music that was coming out of one of her positions on the bedside table.
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
We were both confused when she fell silent and a male voice took her place.
Somewhere out there
someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in
that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Both her and the unseen male voice sang together
Somewhere out there
if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
The music slowed to a stop, and the tears she had held back came tumbling down her face, as she turned and sobbed into her pillow.
Myself and Watson left the seen quietly, both with many questions that needed answers, and in the morning I intended to get the answers I wanted.
A/N: To sort out any confusion of the song here is a key: Cassidy, Both, Male. Sorry for any confusion. I'm not 100% sure this song fits, but its meant to symbol Cassidy pining for her home and friends. Like I said before this was a really hard chapter to write and I appreciate any reviews you will give me thanks.