Note: Just want to let you all know that I will be unable to post anything tomorrow. However, everything will return to normal on Thursday! Thank you for your patience, enjoy!

Dimension: Adventures in Odyssey

Planet: Earth

Specific Location: Abbington Falls, Iowa, United States of America

Time: 2014 A.D., eleven days after the Paradox took over Equestria

"I still have no idea what we are doing," declared Rarity indignantly, as they strolled through a grass field, just outside the town of Abbington Falls.

Wild rolled his eyes. "You don't need to know what we are doing; you just have to do what we do. For the love of God, can you PLEASE turn back into a pony? You're miserable excuse for walking like a bipedal being is burning my eyes."

Rarity just tossed her head and turned away. Wild snorted, and Jetfire leaned in and whispered in his metallic, grating voice, "Having girl problems, eh, lad?"

Wild tuned his face away pointedly and snorted again. Jetfire gave the nearest thing to a grin that a Transformer could manage, and straightened up, his rusty metallic back creaking in protest.

"Why are we here?" asked Rarity after an awkward pause.

Wild sighed and said, "We are here because we don't want to randomly open a massive portal in the middle of a town. We have no idea if something might jump through the portal the moment we open it, and I want to make sure all possible venues for disaster are covered."

Rarity nodded, trying to look wise in her slightly flustered state.

Wild blinked at Jetfire, giving him the signal. Using his powers, Jetfire opened a giant portal, leading straight to the BIONICLE dimension. The group quickly stepped through, and Jetfire shut the portal.

They were in a barren landscape. Before them was a small, ragged town, which was adjacent to a massive ruin of a fortress. Behind them, the skyline was covered with similar ruined fortress, which dotted the landscape like cacti in a desert.

"Where… where are we?" breathed Rarity, awed by the desolation of the land they were in.

"This is the land of Zakaz. I will not get into too much detail, but let's just say that it is inhabited by a barbaric species that would probably try to kill us on sight," replied Jetfire in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"K-k-kill us?! Then why are we here?" exclaimed Rarity, starting to tremble a little.

Jetfire chuckled. He was usually irked by "young'uns" like Wild and Franklin, but Rarity just amused him. "We are here," he explained, "Because Connor Lamberlatch is here. It would be best if we ask him what mercenary operations are surrounding the Lord of the Flies dimension, that way we will be able to steer clear of any gang wars."

Wild winked at the nervous Rarity, "I've been in several of those fun little things. People don't usually survive very long."

Rarity paled (which was impressive, since she already was fairly pale) and gulped.

"Well now," exclaimed Jetfire, waving his walking stick in the air, "We might as well get going! Follow me! I know exactly where Connor is residing in this hellhole."

The group began to set off towards the small town that was in the distance. Rarity glanced around as they continued to move through the barren landscape. "Barren" was an apt description. All that the eye could see was rocks, ruins, and small spiked plants. Rarity was about to comment on the fact that the environment lacked charm and needed a makeover when Jetfire suddenly exclaimed, "Feel the breeze! By the Primes, this is the place to be. The only thing I can think of that is better than this place in this dimension, is the island of Metru Nui! Say… we should go there next!"

"I don't think we should," commented Wild dryly, "We're on a mission, I suggest we keep to the mission."

Jetfire rolled his eyes and muttered something about whippersnappers having no respect for their elders, but kept quiet of the most part. The group lapsed into silence once more.

After an hour of walking, the group made it to the outskirts of the town. It seemed abandoned, however, there was a large sign that read: "Gone to war against Warlord Nektann, be back later."

Jetfire rolled his eyes, and Wild facehoofed. Rarity just looked at the sign curiously.

"Why does it say that?" she inquired.

"Because the species here are so barbaric, that they consider war to be a game," explained Jetfire, "basically this entire town decided to have a battle-to-the-death war as a form of a community activity."

Wild shook his head. "They are a bunch of idiots. However, Connor is not one of this island's natives; thus, he probably didn't run off to get himself killed like the others here. Thus, on the bright side of things, at least we don't have to worry about being ambushed while we look for Connor's home. Jetfire, do you know where it is?"

Jetfire tapped the side of his metallic skull and winked. "I've got the location right in here, young'un. I may be old, but I've got the damn brain power!"

Wild nodded and said, "Great. Would you mind showing us the way?"

Jetfire turned and began to scan the environment. "Of course! Um… So… They moved that house over there I think… Then that must mean we need to take a left… No, that is a right, then go straight ahead… Is that the intersection that we're looking for?"

Wild facehoofed again. "We're lost, aren't we?"

Jetfire slammed the butt of his walking stick into the ground. "We're NOT LOST you young whippersnapper! I'm NEVER lost! We're just… er… um…"

Wild was about to comment dryly on the fact that, in truth, they WERE lost when Jetfire exclaimed, "There we go! Follow me!"

Suddenly Jetfire lurched forward and began to lumber off to their left. Eyebrows raised cynically, Wild followed, with Rarity trailing behind. After taking several sharp turns, a few U-turns, and a couple of fence-jumps, Jetfire stopped before a small hut. Unlike all the other huts in the dilapidated town, this hut actually looked clean, and did not have the heads of enemies on stakes outside its lawn.

"This is the place," said Jetfire smugly, giving Wild a pointed look. Rarity nodded her head as she looked it over.

"What a nice place," she said, "As compared to the other huts, of course. At least the pony, er, person had a sense of organization. However, they could use a hoof – I mean hand – in choosing an agreeable color scheme."

Jetfire just chuckled and strolled up to the door. Crouching down, Jetfire rapped his massive metallic knuckles against the door of the hut. The sound reverberated inside and outside, but no one came to answer the door. Wild then walked up to the door and gave it a push. It swung open…

Wild glanced at Jetfire in alarm. In such an unhealthy environment as this barbaric town, an unlocked door was never a good sign. Taking a deep breath, Wild trotted in and Jetfire attempted to stick his head through a window. As Wild had feared, the place had been ransacked, and, in the middle of the hut's main room, was a very dead human being.

Wild groaned audibly. "Is that Connor?"

Jetfire nodded his head grimly. "That is most certainly Connor. Someone, or something has killed him."

"Well? Should we just leave now?" said Rarity in hushed tones, "There is obviously nothing we can learn from him now. Maybe we should just go on to the Warriors dimension and go find that Jared character."

Wild shook his head slowly as he moved languidly around the room. "No, no, we should stay for a bit and see if we can figure out anything. Perhaps we could try and find the killer…"

"The killer, or should I say killers, have just been found," said a voice behind them.

Jetfire pulled his head out of the window, and Wild and Rarity whirled around. Standing before them was the Ninth Doctor, of the Doctor Who dimension, an incredibly famous Dimensional Traveler.

Unfortunately, he was eyeing them truculently. It appeared that Jetfire and his team were about to be framed. However, before Wild was able to exclaim that the scene was not actually what it looked like, a voice from behind the Doctor drawled, "Don't be stupid, Doctor. It is obvious that they are not the killers."

From behind the Doctor came another incredibly famous Dimensional Traveler: Sherlock Holmes. Standing about 1.8 meters tall with sharp blue eyes and curling brown hair, Sherlock eyed Wild and Rarity cynically.

The Ninth Doctor glanced at Sherlock and exclaimed, "What do you mean they're not the killers? There's the body… and there they are!"

Sherlock sighed and strolled up the body of Connor, "Look at his color. He's been dead for six, maybe seven, hours. This lot has been here for only about five minutes, given the dust from their feet that has gathered on the ground. That is not it. See the furniture? They have all been knocked to the right, indicating a struggle. The direction they were knocked in shows that the dust trail to our left is the actual dust trail of the real killer. See how the dust in that specific trail is only brownish-red? These two culprits have brownish-red dust on their feet too, granted, but higher up on their shins is a gray dust from the mountains to the east. However, if those two had just killed this man, then there would be the gray dust in the trail to our left as well, but there is only the brownish-red dust. This indicates that the killer teleported outside, broke in, killed the victim, searched about, and then left. This lot teleported in around the east rocks, walked here, and found this man like this."

"Well, they are still on the wanted list, right? Shouldn't we bring them in anyway?" asked the Doctor, still looking a bit hostile.

Sherlock sighed, as if he was talking to a one-year-old. "No, Doctor. The moment those wanted lists showed up, I did some researching on the whole group. The Paradox has been lying to us. There is quite the conspiracy going on right now, and I have yet to get to the bottom of it."

"Wait," said the Ninth Doctor slowly, "You mean to say that the Paradox has been lying to us this whole time… and you never mentioned it?"

"You didn't need to know," said Sherlock simply, putting his hands in the pockets of his navy blue overcoat, "However… now you do. No hard feelings, hmm?"

The Doctor sighed. He didn't seem too put out by the fact that the Paradox had lied to him. He actually seemed to accept it quite easily, suggesting that he had always had his own doubts. "I suppose you are right, Sherlock." Then he suddenly grinned and extended a hand to Rarity. "Why, hello!"

Rarity looked incredibly flustered, but took his hand. The Doctor shook it firmly, and let it go. Rarity stared at her hand in confusion… is that how a handshake worked?

Wild nodded his head towards Sherlock. "Greetings, I have not seen you in years. How are you?"

Sherlock just ignored him. Instead, he was strolling about the corpse of Connor, muttering to himself.

"Can't get much out of him," said the Doctor, almost apologetically, "He's just like that. How are you by the way? Nice weather isn't it?"

Wild blinked, but then nodded slowly. "Yeah… sure…"

Suddenly Sherlock said loudly, "Connor was guarding something."

The Doctor turned his head and said, "What?"

Sherlock continued to walk around the room, muttering, "I am sure of it…"

The Doctor gesticulated in Sherlock's direction, "And you see that? That's as far as I get! Who knows why I stick around with him! I can tell you, just the other day, I was trying to buy some chips from a vendor in France when Sherlock…"

"Look!" interrupted Sherlock, "He was most certainly guarding something!"

"H-how can you even tell?" exclaimed Rarity, her eyes wide with confusion.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious? Look at the scuff marks the victim made with his feet here: he was fighting the attacker, but kept his back to something. You can tell that by the curvature of the scuff marks in the floor. If I take the edge… Radius… Here…"

Sherlock strolled up to a blank wall across the room. He then put his ear to it and tapped. After a minute, he punched the wall lightly and took a step back. A hidden compartment opened to reveal a key-pad locked safe.

"Bravo!" exclaimed the Doctor good-humouredly. He then leaned in close to Wild and whispered, "Never get tired of that. Never."

"Well? What do you do now? Should I punch it open?" exclaimed Jetfire impatiently as Sherlock looked the safe in the wall over carefully.

"If you want to be idiotic, then I won't stop you," muttered Sherlock pointedly, "But I might want to mention that it would not be a good idea. The safe is protosteel, see the edges? There are also explosives inside that are rigged to the front. I can tell that because there are special markings here and here, meaning that there are pressure pads. Why else would there be pressure pads behind the metal unless to trigger something in the event of blunt force? Of course you wouldn't know that because the ridges that represented the pressure pads have been filed down, clever man, our victim, but he forgot that filing the ridges down would leave a slightly dimming effect on the reflection of the protosteel. So now if you all would shut up, I need to figure out what the combination is."

The entire room went quite, but the Ninth Doctor was winking at Wild. Wild rolled his eyes in return. It was beyond him how someone like Sherlock Holmes had ended up in cahoots with the Doctor.

"Hmmmmm," muttered Sherlock as he looked at a nearby sofa, "He would have thought up the passcode here… This should be the place, the frayed seams suggest it was the most used…"

Sherlock sat down on a sofa and glanced around. Then he suddenly got up and said, "There is nothing there to give him a spur-of-the-moment idea which means he was probably sentimental when he decided on the passcode. The passcode will be something that he loves. Ah, it was his dog. There is still dog hair higher up on his pant legs; obviously he never bothered cleaning it off. Sentimental value or poor hygiene, either works fine. There is also the picture on that wall, but no name of the dog visible. The tear smudges on the cover suggest he has cried over it once or twice, meaning that it is dead. That means that there will be a keepsake, hopefully a collar with a tag. Where would he put it? Ah, his shoes. He is wearing a well-worn shirt, and the seam patterns and material suggest it is from the Waydia nation of Orbis Terrarum XIII. Since it is well-worn, I can safely assume that he is a Waydian. The skin shades above his wrists confirm it as well… Waydians always keep their special belongings in their shoes, as they are nomadic by nature, and it is part of the culture."

With that, Sherlock pulled off the right shoe of Connor and looked inside. A small dog collar was at the bottom, tucked in the front of the shoe. Sherlock pulled it out and read the tag of the collar. It read: "Millie."

Nodding, Sherlock went up to the key-pad lock and began typing in words. As he did so, he muttered, "This will be it. The name and three digits. It's always three digits at the end. Look at the wallpaper; it seems unimaginative, perhaps reminiscent of the unimaginative thought-processes of the owner. Perhaps… Yes, it will be 123. That is always the case."

With that, Sherlock finished typing in "Millie123" into the lock. He took a step back and hit the "enter" button. The safe opened with a hiss.

"Brilliant!" exclaimed the Ninth Doctor happily, "I never tire watching that work! Fantastic!"

Sherlock glanced at the Doctor and said, "That's the one-hundredth-forty-second time you've said that out loud. Do you know you say that out loud?"

The Doctor just grinned happily.

Sherlock sighed, as if he was perpetually surrounded by idiots, and turned back to the opened safe. He pulled out a stone tablet that was hidden in the vault. He glanced it over and said, "Wild… you are all looking for Jared DeWhite, correct?"

Wild nodded slowly. "Yeah… but how do you know?"

"Simple. Jetfire is here, and the only reason he would be here is to meet up with either DeWhite or Finnian Jones. However, it is easy to see that you three were just from the not-so-secret Abbington Falls, because there is Abbington oak sap on Jetfire's left shoulder plate. Obviously you were just from seeing Finnian, and the only reason you would have left a safehouse would be to find an important person. If Jetfire is with you, and since he has no other interest than helping his friends, namely DeWhite, it is understandable that he would have only accompanied the rest of you on such a dangerous endeavor if his friend DeWhite was involved. Since DeWhite is in the Warriors dimension, and not here, you three must have been preparing to launch a retrieval mission, but wanted to gather data first. Well… I have some data for you."

Sherlock held out the tablet to Wild. Wild took it in his hoofs and looked it over. He then raised an eyebrow.

"This mission has suddenly become painfully relevant," he said.

Rarity looked at him curiously. Wild then said, "DeWhite has been working on an interdimensional ship, something that we badly need. If we can get a hold of it, we will be able to bypass the Phantom Devices with ease ahead of schedule."

"An interdimensional ship, you say?" exclaimed Jetfire loudly, not wanting to be left out of the conversation, "Then let's go get it!"

The Doctor grinned. "This sounds like an adventure! What do you say, Sherlock?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I suppose…"

"Wait a second," said Wild, "We still haven't figured out what criminal activities are going on in the Lord of the Flies dimension."

"Of, that's simply child's play," said Sherlock briskly, "There is none. The Lord of the Flies dimension was just a front for the operations of this mysterious character I have been tracking called Pictor. However, the place has been quiet recently, but there is never an end to the steady stream of rumors. Obviously this mantle of fear has been well set by this Pictor character. My sources say that he is allied to the Paradox in some way…"

"Of course he is! He's also a Dimensional Lord!" exclaimed Rarity.

"I'm sorry, a what?" said Sherlock quickly, even though he was making obvious that he was not paying any attention.

"A Dimensional Lord! That's like the Paradox, Doxia, and Pictor!" replied Rarity readily.

Sherlock then glanced at Rarity in surprise, "How do you know about Doxia? I've been trailing that myth for some time…"

"Oh, he's not a myth," exclaimed Rarity, quite into her explanation now, "He's a Dimensional Lord. He was the one who gave me my powers! He's funny, smart, and brave…"

Sherlock actually looked interested, and that look of interest made the Doctor very happy.

"I've never seen his face look like that!" whispered the Doctor gleefully to Wild, "Your Rarity friend is quite clever, thinking up that story… what a delivery too!"

"Oh, she's not lying," said Wild with a grin. The Doctor suddenly adopted the look of interest as well.

However, before Rarity could go any further, Jetfire said, "I know that we would all love to stop and chat, but we really should be getting a move-on. The natives will be back eventually, and we cannot be here when they do."

Sherlock sighed heavily, as if that was the last thing he wanted to do, which it probably was, "Oh, very well. Shall we be going then, Doctor... What was your name again?"

"Wait," said the Doctor, "You've known me for how long, and you still don't know that I am JUST called the Doctor?"

"Wasn't important!" replied Sherlock briskly as he began to open a portal to the Warriors dimension, "However, what is important is that we find DeWhite. This interdimensional ship sounds interesting, and I am dying for something interesting."

The Doctor shook his head, but then beckoned for Wild, Jetfire, and Rarity to follow him and Sherlock through the portal to the Warriors dimension… and DeWhite.

Note: The plot thickens, and the team expands! I have to say, I believe that at least Sherlock Holmes will be a valuable addition, and that's not counting the Doctor! Hmmm... Does anyone want to update my "A Mending Soul" MLP wikia page for me? I really don't want to do it, because it takes forever. Anyway, don't forget that R&R stuff! If you give me feedback, I will give you an invisible Porsche!