It was a cold dark morning in Baker Street. The fog had settled in once again and only the dark vague shadows of the passerbys drifted in and out of the fog.

Suddenly the ominous silence was broken by the clatter of horse hooves and a horse drawn carriage drew up to the front steps of 221b Baker Street. A tall

The screen froze then went blank. The girl sitting in front of it let a vivid curse escape her then quickly colored and checked behind her. No, she was safe; her mother was humming in the kitchen and probably hadn't heard her.

She pushed herself away from her computer with a sigh and got up. Pushing her long exaggeratedly wind swept black hair out of her eyes she frowned at the list in front of her.

"KCS, PGF, Addy Kun, Westron Wynde, YFMB….how the heck am I supposed to fit everyone in?!"She tossed the list onto the bed and sank down with an injured sigh. She had brought it on her own head anyway. How was she supposed to know it was going to be popular!

"And people say I can't write." Runa93 shook her head again and glanced once again at the list.

I can't cancel anyone out. Darn, well there's nothings to do. She tucked the list onto her jeans pocket, and leapt to her feet determinedly.

Ok. Here we go.

I settled myself as casually as possible into my armchair. Beside me Holmes was leaning against the mantelpiece, his entire posture one of calm. Only I could tell how nervous he really was.

"When did she say that they would come?" I did not need to tell him that he had asked the question for the sixth time.

"Twelve sharp, she said." I glanced at the clock. It showed a quarter to.

Holmes paced furiously across the room, which had been rendered as neat as possible, in 'honor' of receiving our visitors, which is to say every single scrap of paper in the room had been shoved under Holmes bed, or the sofa or any other available place. Mrs. Hudson would be horrified.

"It is that one isn't it?" I looked up to see Holmes wrinkling his nose in distaste. He caught my puzzled look and clarified, "I meant, it was the new girl, wasn't it? Runa93?"

I nodded settling back onto my chair with a sigh. In a moment Holmes spoke, echoing my own thoughts.

"How on earth did she get hold of how to reach us? I thought you made sure all pathways were closed!"

"The answer to that, Mr. Holmes, is no."

Both Holmes and I leapt to our feet. There was a crash as the table in front of us collided with both our knees and fell.

Runa93 winced. "Ouch."

Beside me I saw Holmes stiffen then move forward towards our guest. As he did so I took the moment to study her.

That she was Asian, was quite obvious from her darkened skin, and unruly mane of black hair. But even as Holmes walked up to her, I started a bit when I saw that they stood almost shoulder to shoulder. She looked rather younger than that….

My surprise must have been apparent because the girl offered a quick smile. "I'm fifteen, yeah. Kind of tall, well…." She shrugged. "Family thing."

Holmes looked annoyed at the interruption, but, nevertheless, took her hand and shook it.

"I am honored to make your acquaintance, Miss…" He trailed off. Quite understandably, as neither of us were quite sure as what to address her.

"Runa. Just Runa will do. It's my real name." The last statement was said with a pointed look at Holmes, who flushed. I think he remembered what he said about her.

We stood like that awkwardly for a moment. Well, at least Holmes and I did. The girl, Runa, seemed quite at ease as she stood there, humming extremely tunelessly under her breath.

At last I broke the silence. "The others." Both Holmes and the girl looked at me. "When are the others coming?"

"Just about now." She pulled out a curious looking clock from her pocket. Quite luckily for me, I had already been briefed by her of the things found in 'their time' but unfortunately I had forgotten to inform Holmes. He finally seemed to notice what she was attired in.

He looked absolutely flabbergasted.

The girl noticed it. "What happened?"She looked down on herself. "Haven't you ever seen a pair of jeans before?" She turned to look at me. "Didn't you tell him?"

Even as I was wordlessly shaking my head, there was the sound of a step outside. A second later, a soft tap on our door.

Runa immediately brightened. "That'll be Violet." Without preamble, she bounded to the door. "Meet VHunter07." she announced, and pulled it open.

The girl who stepped into our room was nothing extraordinary to look at as far as attire went (she was wearing a curious looking hat and holding a meerschaum pipe. Also those so called 'jeans' which made Holmes gasp in shock again.)

It was her behavior…that was rather alarming.

"V, meet Sher-" The rest of Runa's words were lost as VHunter07 let out an very audible gasp.

"Oh.My.God.Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

"Yes, V. Its him." Runa dived forward to catch her as she slumped and for a moment I thought she had fainted, but then she straightened with a jerk.

"Wowwwwww……………" She was gazing at Holmes's face and mine alternately and I couldn't blame Holmes for backing away a few inches.

"Look…oh god, Runa he looks exactly like Jeremy Brett! And….David Burke!"

"I know! I almost freaked when I first came here! I stood for, like, half an hour behind the sofa until my breathing came back to normal!"

I heard Holmes gasp. "Half an hour?!"He whispered, so low that I had to inch forward to hear him. "She was here for that long and I never noticed her?!"

"Its one of the problems with travelling down alternate dimensions, Holmes." I whispered back. "Their dimension dominates more than ours."

"How on earth do you know all of this?!"

"I have a source. And a plan." Holmes looked at me, startled. "I wouldn't invite them just like that! Don't worry, it won't fail."

Holmes looked doubtful, but pressed my hand nevertheless. "You know better, I suppose, Watson." His eyes went to the two girls still laughing and talking by the doorway. "But I fear we are in for a hard time."

That was an understatement.

A mere two hours later our room was cluttered with more females than I had ever seen together in my life. Holmes was standing in the far corner of the room, looking faint and smoking his pipe furiously, so that the room, in addition to being full, was choked with the foul smell.

Runa93 was standing at the head, trying to calm everyone down, all; of who were whispering excitedly as they walked around the room, looking at it as if it were an museum.

"Oh gosh, this is so amazing…"

"I know….look, look, that's his magnifying glass….."

"His syringe, oh god, his syringe…."

"The seven percent solution…look, its dripping out…"

"Watson's journal… Ooh, just have to see them…."

"There on the wall…Look! The V.R, so cool…"

"This is awesome, Runa, you rock…"

"People, people please! Calm down guys, Holmes's here, he can see us! So is Dr. Watson!"

There was an immediate hush. Every single occupant of the room, turned around and looked at us.

I swallowed hard. Besides me, Holmes was looking none too well either.

There was a gentle gasp and one of the girls in the room covered her mouth. Her eyes were fixated onto me. It was now my turn to gently move back.

Runa93 cleared her throat. "Well, lets get introductions over with, hmm?"

She turned to the girl on her right, the one who was staring so ardently at me. "This is KCS," Both Holmes and I drew in a sharp breath; "Needless to say you probably already know her well."

KCS turned out be a slightly tall girl, woman that is as it was easy to see she must be around twenty, with reddish curly hair and surprisingly strong green eyes. I felt unnerved as I looked at her.

"Next to her, that's Protector Of Grey fortress, KCS's writing buddy", a slightly younger girl with short hair smiled at us shyly, "I guess you know her pretty well too."

"Nice to meet you." She gave a nudge to KCS, "Come on say something, they'll thing you're rude otherwise."KCS seemed to come to life and murmured out a 'pleased to meet you'. She still seemed shell shocked.

"And that's Jenz127, she one of our newer writers." Bright blue eyes sparkled at us as the next girl flashed a smile. She was striking looking with flaming red hair, and I assumed her to be around 17 or above.

"A student." Murmured Holmes to me, he too was studying the girls carefully.

"And that's Kadal, you haven't seen her fics, I guess," Kadal smiled at us. Holmes was looking critically at her torn jeans. "These new age women certainly don't take much care of their clothes Watson," And I was forced to admit it was true.

"Duettino menuetto, you don't know her properly I think…." A female with dark black brown hair which tumbled down her shoulders and grey green eyes, beamed at us.

"Twisted Midnight Dreams," An unsmiling girl regarded us and I started back in shock when I noticed that the ends of her hair had been dyed green of all colors. Equally unnerving was the flaming skull on her dress.

"You Float My Boat," Neither Holmes or I blinked at the odd name, we were quite used to it by now."You haven't reviewed her fics either," A tall pale girl nodded at us and to my bewilderment, inched a few steps backward. She looked deathly pale and I wondered if she was ill. Holmes tapped me on my shoulder. "Look at what she has in her hands." I looked and for the first time that day, felt a smile break across my face. It was the 'Complete Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes".

My smile must have broken the dark cloud for everyone relaxed and Runa93 went on in a far lighter tone, "Westron Wynde, course you already know her…" We both looked at the girl who reminded me slightly of Violet Hunter of Copper Beeches. The same chestnut hair color, and striking blue eyes.

"Shadows light-91" A fair haired girl with a rich colored purple shirt and curious looking 'jeans' smiled at us, "Saru Wolfe, she gonna be writing an Agatha Christie and Holmes mystery if your interested," The tall blonde girl smiled demurely. I 

had no idea who Agatha Christie was, and I could see Holmes did not either, but it seemed that the others did and there were sounds of applause and murmur praise.

"Nice one."

"Good idea, looking forward to it."

Runa93 cleared her throat determinedly. "Can I finish with this, please." Advancing to the next girl, a short girl with shoulder length brown hair and an extremely silly grin, "This is Pompey, author of Pillow Talk…" I immediately went red and Holmes cast me a puzzled look.

"Pillow Talk? Which one is that? You never showed me."

"You were never meant to see it." I was uncomfortably aware that every girl's eye was on us, and that Runa93 was smirking. I glared at her, and she blushed slightly.

"Moving on, this is Addy Kun" and another very pale girl smiled at us, her light blonde hair swinging in front of her face, "Kadigan", a tall brown haired girl smiled at us, a pencil tucked behind her ear,"Igiveup, who made a special effort to get here because she recently had an operation…" A girl leaning on a cane nodded shyly at us and almost immediately darted her eyes away.

"And finally, "Runa93 went to stand next to the last person in the room, a short women, her brown eyes almost shielded with her black hair, her lips quivering in a mischievous smile, "this is Susicar. She's not a writer. But she is the Ultimate Reviewer." Runa93 crossed her arms and faced us. "That's all."

There was silence for a while. Every face in the room was turned on us. Holmes did not utter a word, but did his best to look calm, a losing battle. As for me, my voice appeared to have died in my throat.

Finally Runa93 coughed a little. "People didn't you have some questions?"

It was as if somebody had put in the connecting link. There was a massive uproar.

"Me, ooh, me! Pick me!"

"What do you think of all those Irene and you pairings, Mr.Holmes?"

"What kind of stories would you like?"

"Are you doing anything tonight, Dr.Watson?"

Holmes looked absolutely stunned under the flood of questions. He had never received this much attention before, especially not from so many women. His self control was gradually crumbling.

I coughed gently and raised a hand. Once again, there was a hush.

"Before we go into all that," And I could feel the tension in the room mount, "I would like to introduce someone to you." I walked to our front door. "Someone you all know very well."

The girls exchanged puzzled glances.

"Who do you think he's talking about?"

"Dunno. Maybe Lestrade. Or Gregson."

"Nah. Must be Mycroft. Or the Irregulars maybe."

"Ladies, "I said in a loud voice swinging open the door so that my visitor could walk in, "let me introduce you to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle!"

Well. That's up. Looks like there's gonna be another chapter.
Ouch.

Sorry for the late update. I hope I've fitted everyone fine into this chapter. And the person who's responsible for lengthening this chapter into two, she knows who she is. K I'm off to collapse now groan my hands huuurrrrttt.