Chapter Fifty

We spent over a year with Sherlock. We did everything together. Except I think he had a crush on me…

Which sucks, 'cause I'm kind of attracted to him, but then again, I'm also kind of attracted to everyone. Well, almost everyone. There are some people that I consider best friends (Sherlock,) and adoptive brothers (Thor and Dean). I ain't touching Loki with a ten-foot pole, because I don't even know how to begin that relationship. But I do love Sherlock, in a different kind of way. Then again, I'm one of the only kids, much less girls, that has been nice to him, much less been able…(not to match his intellect. I'm smart, and yes, and while that's not very modest, it's true. I know I'm pretty smart, and it's one of the few things I pride myself on. But my mind is not even as close to being as great as the Doctor's or Sherlock's)...anyway...where was I...oh. I'm one of the few people that was nice to him, and can keep up with him.

And I know that my hair is pretty. Just wish that my thighs didn't stick out so much. Or that my sides…well, you get the point. Happy about some things, but you don't get everything. It could always be much worse, and I could've been born without legs or something. Of course, that doesn't mean that it doesn't suck either…

ANYWAY... (jeez, what is up with my ADHD today?) back to the story. During Christmas, Sherlock's parents were away, so he had to stay at boarding school. He sat glumly in the mess hall, reading.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed. "I'll be staying at this retched place because my parents are away."

"Well, I'll be staying here," I said. "Plus, I'm pretty sure that my dad will take us to London for random stuff."

"Like what?"

...

Christmas Break

"Alright," the Doctor said. "This will be a lot harder since you're children, but let's do our best."

We entered Buckingham Palace.

"Who are you?" A man asked near the front.

The Doctor flipped open his psychic paper. "I'm here to see the Queen."

The man's eyes opened wide, and he said, quite quickly, "Come this way, please."

Sherlock peered around at the paper.

As they started following the guard, Sherlock took the paper from the Doctor.

"It's blank," he said.

We turned and looked at him.

"It's blank," Sherlock repeated.

"What?" the Doctor asked, shocked that he could see through it. I wasn't that surprised. Just about every crossover fanfiction I read with Sherlock and the Doctor had something like this.

"Let me see it," I said, reaching my hand out. Sherlock handed it to me. I looked up at the Doctor. "He's right. It is blank."

The Doctor got this absolutely priceless look on his face. "Not you, too!"

I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. "No. It's not blank. I just know what it is, and I knew that saying that would mess with you."

Still wheezing, we continued to follow the guard.

Sherlock didn't understand what was so funny about it.

...

We got to meet the Queen. Seeing as I'd already met Elizabeth the First, and she was one badass lady, I hoped that this Queen was too.

Oh, she was.

She was very sweet, and gave us cookies, which is kind of odd, 'cause we just broke into her house. Then again, that's something that I would do. Especially if I was really bored and then these wonderful people break in with no intent to steal anything, just to meet you…

Dammit. I'm getting off track again.

Anyway, we talked. I offered Sherlock's services when he was grown up.

"So, when he gets older, if you ever need any crime solved, come to Sherlock Holmes," I said. "He's your consulting detective."

"What's that?" the Queen asked. I could tell from Sherlock's face that that was what he was wondering as well.

"When the police is out of their depth, they come to him. If you ever need help, he's your man."

"Prove it," the Queen said.

So Sherlock deduced.

And it was absolutely hysterical.

...

At the end of Christmas break, I went over to the Avengers with the Doctor.

We got greeted with the usual 'Hello's and from some people, like Thor and Steve, hugs. I hugged Bruce as well because he looked like he needed it, and Tony to piss him off. I would describe Tony and my relationship is that Uncle/niece or cousin/cousin relationship where one pisses the other off, and then the other one teases them. Clint gave me a little shoulder pat, and Natasha gave me one of those pretty smiles. I'm not surprised that she's not a touchy person.

Fury just looks over all of us like we're ridiculous. I feel so bad for him. If it's all of the Avengers, plus the Winchesters, plus Harry, plus Sherlock and John…yeah, he's going to be the only parental figure. The Doctor certainly isn't.

Actually, all of them acted like children. Ugh, I don't even want to see what will happen when I throw Sherlock and Tony together. Might as well throw Jack Harkness in as well. I'll find him eventually.

Anyway, we got down to eating brunch and chatting with the Winchesters. Some were getting along better than I expected. Cas, Steve and Thor seemed to really hit it off. Sam was close to Bruce. Dean was close to Clint. Tony just moved everywhere, back and forth between the three, and Natasha didn't really talk. Dean certainly put up an effort, however.

Our talk was cut short by a knock at the door.

Everyone was silent until Dean nodded, and said, "That's us."

Dean stood up to get it.

"I'll get it," Cas said. He disappeared from where he was. Dean and Sam gave a little jump.

Then he reappeared right next to them. They flinched again. There was a clanking noise as someone walked down the steps.

"Hey!" Dean said, getting up. "How've you been, man?" He embraced whoever it was.

He lead the guy back to the table.

"Alright," Dean said. "Guys, I want you to meet Harry. Harry, this is Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Natasha, and Fury. And you already know Rissa and the Doctor."

"Are these the Avengers?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Sam said, still clearly not over it. Truly, I don't think Dean was either. I think that they were really stunned by the way that Thor greeted them.

"Hello," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter."

There were gasps around the room as they realized just who this was. Sam looked stunned. Obviously, Dean had not warned him about this either. He turned to Dean and said, "Really?" God, he had such a bitch face...

It was interrupted by a loud, "No."

The Doctor walked forward, his hand tapping his lips. "No, that's not right." He pointed at the screen. "That's not right!" he said louder. "Harry, what are you doing there?"

Harry looked puzzled. "Visiting Dean."

The Doctor had caught something that I had missed. I viewed this as normal. Well, as normal as it gets with a life like mine. But we were wrong. The big, flashing light when the Chitauri stabbed the Tardis did do something.

"How did you get there?" the Doctor asked.

I still wasn't getting it.

"I Apparated," Harry said, confused.

"NO. How did you cross universes?" He asked.

Then I got it.

Shit. I gasped. "That thing the Chitauri did…it's merging universes. All of the fictional realities…they're combining."

The Doctor gave a somber nod. "That's how he got there."

"And now we've got to find a way to stop it."

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