Ok I've kinda crammed everyone else into this chappie but don't worry, I've given enough attention to each of you!!I need to get this story finished within 10 chapters or it will drag on forever.

"Well, there aren't many writers left, Holmes." I said, consulting my list, while Holmes continued his by now habitual pace in front of the fire.

"How many?" He asked tersely.

"About half a dozen or more." I heard a vivid curse behind me. "Holmes, they are most of them new."

"Watson, Watson," Holmes faced me again; "I have already explained this before." He sank down into the sofa beside me, 'These…writers evolve fast. We should not be bothered whether they are new or not; in fact if they are new, we have more cause to fear."

"Why?"

"Because they will have all the enthusiasm and excesses of the breed." He lurched to his feet again and continued his furious pacing in front of the fire.

"Well there is one established writer here….Kaizoku Shoujo."

"Japanese?" I met Holmes's quizzical look with one of mine.

"I have no idea. But I doubt it." I pulled out her biography. "Ah. She's American."

"My god Watson, I had no idea your romantistical stories had reached that far into the West." He grinned at me and playfully ducked the cushion I threw at him.

"Well, go on. What stories has she written?"

"Well, there's 'Brother'…."

A deep groan greeted my words and I looked up sympathetically. "Tell me Watson, please; whose brother is it, yours or mine?"



"Yours, my dear fellow." Another groan.

"Illness or torture?"

"Illness. Pneumonia or almost it."

"And who gets nearly killed?"

"Well, unsurprisingly, I do." Both of us let out a sigh, mine most long suffering.

"My poor Watson. "He grasped my shoulder sympathetically. "Never fear, we shall deal with them soon."

"Well if its any condolence to you also get hurt badly. In its sequel."

"Oh."

"But you do kill our would-be murderer." I hastened to assure him. His eyebrows rose.

"Dear, dear."

"There are several other people of interest," I said, shaking out a few loose sheets. "We have Jenz127, who wrote Adventure at Morton Manor where I get shot", Holmes rolled his eyes, "A Singular Women, most interesting that one Holmes, you should read it," A low groan which I ignored, "The old Shikari, rather a good one on Moran-"

"On Moran? Why on him?"

I blinked at him. "Why not?"

"He's not a very important character, Watson."

I rolled my eyes and looked down at the sheet.

"Watson!"

He must have caught my last minute mutter. I looked up. "Yes, Holmes?"

"I do not have an ego!"



"Oh yes you do, oh brain without a heart." I ducked his pipe which was now thrown at me. Really, my side of the room was getting much cluttered.

"Well we have E Phoenix next, "I went on as if nothing had happened, and Holmes glared at me silently, "She's the inventor of The Problem Of Simenese Amnesia, a really insightful story, though I don't recommend you read it unless you enjoy seeing me held up by my hair with a knife at my throat-"

"No I should say I do not." Holmes picked up his pipe and stuffed it untidily with tobacco.

"-but a nice style, and she's got a good character made. Also there's Unexpected Complications-"

"Skip that one, Watson."

I grinned and pulled up the next bundle. There was a groan from Holmes. "Not more!"

"There is, Holmes, plenty more." I put the bundle with a thump on the table. "Heaven knows how they grow so fast."

"How many left?"

"Well, there's Addy-kun, who wrote "Towards the Inevitable Dusk"-"

"The one where you and I meet in my childhood? Dear Lord, what bleat!"

"It was well written Holmes and stop saying you didn't like it, I know you did-"

"Of course I didn't!"

"Then how did you know what it contained? Must have taken the trouble to read through it, eh, Holmes?"

Holmes opened his mouth to respond and closed it again at my last remark. He looked very put out.

"I grinned at him. "Seems like your deduction skills are rubbing off me, Holmes."



"Well, I'll still be the better one." Holmes smirked at me. "Otherwise it wouldn't be called the "Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction archive" would it?"

"Such ego." I shook my head laughing while Holmes chuckled.

"Well what else has our esteemed writer written?"

"Well there's Born for Adversity…."

Holmes brow clouded over and I looked at the black and white writing of the page. There was silence for a while.

"That one's absolute claptrap."Holmes finally snapped, glaring at me. "And you know it, Watson, don't deny it."

"It isn't a very far off possibility…"

"Yes, it is." Holmes leaned forward on his armchair, his entire form quivering with anger, "I know my Boswell and whatever has been written here cannot be done!"

I blinked at him. So much emotion, even anger, I had never witnessed in him.

"Holmes…."

"It was just so you knew, "Holmes leaned back against his chair and sniffed, "It wasn't within the realms of possibility." Every trace of the emotion was gone and only his cold exterior remained. The silent rage behind his eyes, however, told a different story.

I tilted my head in acknowledgment. "Thank you Holmes."Holmes started a little, but half turned his head and muttered something about over sentimentalism. I smirked.

After sorting through the papers, Holmes flung himself onto his chair.

"For the first time, my dear Watson, I find myself at bit of a loss." He picked up his pipe and looked ruefully at the mess on our carpet. "How are we going to deal with so many of them?"



I was sitting cross legged on the floor, thinking. Am idea was slowly dawning to me, but it could be risky. Not to mention downright dangerous.

"Holmes…I think we should invite them here."

Holmes choked and his pipe fell out of his hand. After thumping him soundly on the back, it finally subsided.

"How many times have I told you not to smoke so-"

"Forget the smoke!" Holmes gripped my hand "Have you gone utterly insane Watson? Invite them here, to Baker Street, our last refuge?"

"Yes. Its our only hope Holmes."

"For a faceoff then?" Holmes had sunk back into the armchair and was regarding me warily.

"Yes. Then we can get some facts down straight."

"Hmm." He looked skeptical and took a deep breath. "You do know it has its own dangers, don't you?"

"Well, I'm open to all other suggestions."

We both looked at each other, and then nodded.

"How will you get the message across to them?" Holmes looked skeptical. I grinned.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they already know."

(A Couple Of Universe's away)

A tall dark haired girl gets off her computer seat. She grins at the Doctor's last words.

"Yup, Dr. Watson. We'll come alright."



Al last that chapter is over! Ok I know I missed out a lot of writers but I swear I'll make it up for you! In the next chapter.

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