Sherlock Holmes meets Dr. Frankenstein: Part 2 The Journey

By

Triviatrap1982

This is a crossover using Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, and Frankenstein by Mary Shelly.

Notes: I know I will have to fiddle with the time lines to both to make it work.

It had been early evening once the boat had reached France, and it was agreed that they should find an inn, get cleaned up, and rest, because they knew the journey would be a long one. They also realized that they needed to have dinner, and discuss what they needed to happen. Once they came to the inn, it wasn't very packed, but it wasn't desolate. It was very much alive with business. As hey went to get something to eat, Lestrade was thinking about something. He thought it would be nothing, but the feeling was nagging at him when he left. Should he have heeded Watson's out to stay back in England? As for Holmes, he still was trying to figure out who would send this anonymous letter to himself, and Watson. Why would they send it, and why exactly to him? Watson on the other hand, he was thinking about everything that has happened, and he was on his guard.

"Gentlemen," Watson said breaking the uneasy silence, "it won't do us any good to trouble over the motivations just yet."

"You're right," Holmes said, "still we must think things through using logic."

"Yes," Lestrade said bluntly, "I have way too many questions, but not enough answers."

"Before we can nail down the answers, we must separate the fact from the fancy," Holmes declared.

They agreed it wasn't best to dwell on it, and make an order for food and drink. The night was coming, and he sun was setting in a very beautiful, but haunting orange hue that signaled that it would be unwise to venture out after without a reason to do so. Holmes and Watson were in their shared room after dinner, with Lestrade next door. Holmes was bathing and he was working this logic puzzle as he normally had done. He was thinking these questions. First, who sent the letter? Second, why did they send the letter? Third, why to him, Watson and whoever else would happen by? Finally what's the end game of this person? Holmes knew then to eliminate the facts from the fancy…and all that remains would be the truth. After he got out of his bath, and put on his dressing gown, he slumped into the bed.

"Is everything okay?" Watson asked.

"Yes, things are not falling into place, as expected," Holmes answered.

"Get some rest," Watson suggested. "We don't know if it's major, or if it's just a foolery."

"You're right," Holmes said. "We shall be at our destination quite soon."

"Yes we'll be going by train, and we should make haste to buy the tickets in the morning," Watson said.

"Yes we will take care of that first thing in the morning," Holmes said, as he turned out the lamp. "We'll need to be quite early."

Watson agreed and he decided to get to sleep. He adjusted his own bed gown and tried to get comfortable. Holmes on the other hand was already sound asleep. He was correct. There are things that even he didn't mess around with. The next morning the three had their luggage ready, they packed very lightly, and went to the train station to get a long-distance ticket to the tiny Swiss village. It annoyed Lestrade because it was packed and busy this early in the morning. The same orange hues that brought in the night was greeting the very next day. Once the tickets were brought, Holmes was strangely relaxed. It was if he was figuring out things on his own. He still was on guard but didn't show it. After all, he realized that it would do him little good to be paralyzed by fear. As for Watson, who adjusted his dark-blue bow tie, he spoke up in a rather irritable mood.

"This blasted bloody heat!" Watson snapped.

"Is there something the matter?" Holmes asked.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea today would be so bloody hot!" Watson roared.

"Dr. Watson we are in the middle of the summer," Lestrade informed.

"Yes, and I do apologize for such an early hour we had to come here to catch our train," Holmes said sympathetically.

"I do apologize," Watson then said. "I meant no harm in being irritable."

"It's quite alright," Lestrade said. "It is a human emotion after all."

"We have plenty of time to make it to the train," Holmes announced.

"Let's not dally then," Lestrade said in a brusque manner.

They made their haste to the trains, and had their luggage tagged and they boarded the train. From there it was going to be a very long ride. It would take a day or two to get to the destination. It also would be a carriage ride to that village that was given in the letter. As the steam hissed from the trains, they were almost ready to go. Once in the car, they sat down and relaxed, as they had their tickets ready.

"This should probably be the easiest part of the trip," Holmes said with a renewed vigor.

"I think so, too," Lestrade said easily.

"I think our journey will be at least satisfactory," Watson said straight out.

"It may be so, but we have time actually to put our minds at ease," Holmes returned.

"Yes, besides the day is young, so we will have plenty of time to rest, and eat," Lestrade added.

The trio was very much relaxed. Once the train took off, they were on their way truly for an adventure. Meanwhile, at the castle…the scientist was still getting things together for his unethical experiments. He knew that he had one more shot to do what he wanted, and if successful, he could actually cause terror for his own profit.

"Soon, everything will be set," he said. "Once I prevail, I can make the world mine!"

He prepared his lab, deep inside of the dank castle. He still had crude electrical conductors going on, but he wasn't going to give up. He has heard of Thomas Edison, and George Westinghouse, and Nikola Tesla…and he has read up on their triumphs. He too figured he could overshadow them. However, at this point, he still needed to wait a day or two for his attempted victims. Little did he know, he was going to go up against somebody that world famous. Also little did Holmes know, he was going to go up against somebody who played God…and is willing to do so again.

"Watson, Lestrade…I think we will be in good hands," Holmes said as he looked out the train's window.

"Yes quite," Lestrade said, as he was about to light his pipe.

"We should wait until we're in fresher air," Holmes said.

Lestrade understood, though he excused himself to a different car to smoke his pipe. As for Holmes he wasn't afraid of what was going to happen, but he still was apprehensive. He didn't show it at all, and Watson knew and kept calm. He knew that even a person like Holmes would mess up if his mind was flooded with fear. Holmes still had those questions on his mind, and he decided to tackle the first one…who would send that anonymous letter? Once he could figure that out, he would be able to crack this mystery wide open. He knew it would take some time, and there were way too many people to suspect. He decided to put off on eliminating the possible. He looked to Watson whom seems to have figured something on his own, that now added a new complication.

"Do you think this is a trap?" Watson asked. "Do you think Moriarty would send us in harm's way?"

"I don't think so," Holmes answered. "If we are in a trap, it's up to us to find out who set it in motion."

"I believe you're right," Watson said. "Also who would send us that letter in the first place?"

"Be patient," Holmes reminded, "one we answer that, then everything will fall into place."

Holmes was a bit mentally startled by Watson's question. However, it was legitimate. Was this a trap? It could possibly had been so, however, he knew that Moriarty wouldn't go that far to send him to his doom. It was the opposite. Moriarty and Holmes would meet up and fight face to face. In either case, Holmes now had yet another piece of the logic puzzle to fill in. It now was starting to turn evening, and it was going to be time to get supper soon. The trio met back in the dining car, but Holmes kept his cards to his vest. He didn't want to startle Lestrade. He knew this train ride would be coming to an end in the nearest future, and he should be ready to take on a challenge. First he must figure who sent him that letter with no return address.