No copy-writes. This is Just something a group of us came up with in English Class!

Enjoy!

P.S. For your benefit and to make it less confusing and complicated I will be providing a small description of the main O.C's.

Claudia Frazier; 14 years old, golden-brown eyes, Darkish brown hair cut in a steampunk Cleopatra style; [a.k.a. messy layers with side bangs in the front] slight to no build, medium height, Some relevant and completely pointless personality traits are; sarcasm, no patience, and warped humour. VERY clumsy. Tie colour; Sky blue.

Kathryn Warden A.K.A. 'Braids' ; medium height, 14 years old, blue eyes, dirty blond hair pulled back in a braid that reaches her bum, full bangs that covers her forehead, scholars build, [comes from carting books around all the time] personality traits are; Lots of sarcasm, LOTS of patience, [she has to deal with Claudia and Emma] a little bit of warped humour, and usually the voice of reason and or threats. Tie colour; Neon Green.

Emma Sullivan; medium to tall, 15 going on 16, Dark brown eyes and hair, hair is long, reaching down her back with side bangs that frame her face, small, athletic build, personality traits are; over excitable, giggly, a total fangirl, Lots of fandom related humor. Tie colour; Bright yellow.

Justina Marcotte A.K.A. 'Curly Hair' ; Medium to short, 13 going on 14, bright blue eyes, dancers build, VERY curly hair [you know Meredith's hair from BRAVE? Yeah, that, but like a light brown.] personality traits are; clueless, motherly, and giggly. Tie colour; Dark purple.

Elenora Waldock, A.K.A 'Mouse', Short, 14 years old, gold eye's, runners build, medium/ short, wavy strawberry blond hair, personality traits are; sarcasm, favours shakespearian insults, [' You blade of grass, you acorn cap! '] indications of intelligence sometimes, not very level headed. Tie colour; Dark Green.

Girls P.O.V

We landed in a bickering heap of crumpled uniforms, large black suitcases and 'disturbingly coloured ties'. With no idea where we were or how we got to the point we were at, our bickering only got louder. It was a wonder the residents didn't call the police.

We remember walking in the hallway of our privet school, when a CERTAIN CLUMSY MEMBER - insert angry yelling, protestations and bad language here from said member- tripped over her own feet and knocked all of us down the stairs, causing us to disappear from the school in a white flash. The only thing we remember at all from the trip was that terrifying sensation of falling backwards blindfolded into water.

Anyways, back to the current screaming and tangled limbs of embarrassed teenaged females…..

"Get OFF Claudia! You are way heavier then you look, you scut!"

Claudia rolls off the angry girl and stretches like a yawning cat, before standing up and giving a shark- like grin.

" Kathryn, It's not MY fault you landed under me. Its not like I was aiming for you or anything...Braids."

Kathryn glowers at the grinning teen for using her hated nickname, before aiming a kick at her lower calve. Ignoring her whining, she begins to give her retort to the other.

"It is too, and knowing you, Im sure you were aiming for me, you had enough practice falling down to know how to. Now help me up!"

Claudia grumbles but abides to her friends request. Beside the two, a dazed conversation is happening.

"Emma? Do you know where we are? - Mouse, kindly remove yourself from my legs."

"No, Justina, I don't - Can you move? You're on my arm - Why don't we just ask someone?"

A muffled voice comes from under the dark-haired girl;

"No shit Sherlock."

Emma, looking affronted, turns and begins to argue with Elenora, leaving a very confused Justina to referee.

"Leave him out of this!"

"Oh for the love of- Emma, Its just a saying."

"It dosent matter Elenora! Say, 'No shit Donavan' instead, She's stupid. Use her."

As the argument grows, it suddenly stops when Claudia trips over a black suitcase and starts to whine extensively.

"Owww… Kathryn, Whose bags are these?"

Kathryn gives the clumsy girl an incredulous stare before shrugging;

"No idea.. No don't- CLAUDIA! Just because I dont know whose they are doesn't give you any reason to open them!"

Claudia just shrugs and opens them anyway, leaving a steaming Kathryn to glower at her. A look of surprise crosses the girls face though, when Claudia starts to dig around and pulls out something of extreme interest.

"Clothing…Book….towels….other book...utilities…..Bank Card with a note attached...Note says the bank account has been filled with up to 10 000 pounds...includes passcode...10 000 pounds!? Thats like..18K Canadian! And then some! Hey Kit Kat! Whoever owns this bag is loaded!"

Kathryn walks over briskly and kneels beside the bag, followed closely by the others.

"Is there a name card? Identification label?" She flips the bag over looking or some sort of tag. "…. Ah, heres one."

Flipping over the handle she finds a identification card with information, making a surprised sound when she reads the name.

I.D: Justina Marcotte

Age; 14

Occupation; Transfer Student/Immigrant from Canada.

Looking over her shoulder, Claudia gives a gleeful shout and scrambles to look at the other four suitcases, along with Elenora and Emma. Justina leans over Kathryn's shoulder looking confused.

"It's mine? But I dont have that kind of money… Is there a note inside that says why?"

Kathryn ignores the low whistles from the other girls and responds, looking up at Justina.

"No idea, we should check though…."

But just before she and Justina do so, a soft bang sounds from the direction where Claudia and Emma went. Turning around with a pained look on her face, Kathryn expected to see them on the concrete surrounded in blood, or debris, or something. But not sitting on their bums looking surprised at a piece of paper.

"What did you-?" She asks.

"Believe me, we're just as surprised as you are." Emma says in a response, holding up her hands in mock surrender,

while Claudia grabs the paper and reads it aloud;

"Dear Ms'. Frazier, Warden, Marcotte, Sullivan, and Waldok,

We, from the upper level wish to offer you our deepest condolences'. In an accident earlier this morning, some very important paperwork got mixed up, and we sent the angel of Death to push the wrong students down the stairs and out the glass window to land in a bloody heap of broken glass on the ground. You accidentally being those students, Death was supposed to get rid of a couple of kids in Langley, we were close though!

So, as a make-up for our little accident, we are going to give you all a second chance. We have been watching you through your previous lives, and you all seem to enjoy watching the show; 'SHERLOCK.' So, we have decided to send you to his universe- {yes, he has his own universe, every time an author writes or makes a new play, book, or series, an new universe is born. Its annoying really, you have no idea what we go through with Shakespeare alone.} - So you may live out you're remaining days there.

You have each been supplied with a birth certificate, papers saying you've transferred/immigrated from you're foster homes in Canada, to the U.K. to complete you're schooling, clothes, favourite books, ect. 10 000 pounds each, which will fortunately replenish itself when you run out, and an advertisement for a basement flat for rent. You're story is, you've all met on the air plane ride here, and have been friends ever since. You've decided to rent 221C Baker Street together. You all will go to the public school down the road, the information and transfer sheets will arrive cordially... Oh yes, and because some of our people tend to become a little affronted by Sherlock,(honestly, he is such a annoyance...) We wish you make his life hell for us. If you are not content, well...

Deal.

Best of wishes;

~ Head of Accidental Deaths Department;

Angelo Brunneis-Alae."

A silence rings heavy before Claudia starts to shake the paper furiously;

"WHAT?! We died and got sent to a Sherlock-verse, Which isn't that bad, but still! Because you mixed some PAPERWORK UP we died?! You absolute fucking Bastards! Morons! Imbeciles! Douche-bags! Salted-Rat spleens! If you weren't angels I would curse you to the deepest pits of HELL! OH MY GOD!"

A few more sentences of curses and insults occur before she falls silent again, looking angrily upwards, as if by glaring at the sky she could reverse what was done. It continues before Kathryn stands up and starts to collect her things and straighten her uniform.

"Well," she says, dragging Justina up off the ground and motioning her to do the same with the others. "No point in moping around. We have a flat to rent! come on guys, Our own Flat, no parents, how great is that?"

They start to perk up at Kathryn's weak attempts at making the situation seem better, and Emma starts to squeal, bringing Claudia out of her revery.

"OHMYGOD! We'll be living under Sherlock and John! That Mr. Bunnies-ale guy asked us to make their, no- HIS life hell! Lets Go! C'mon Claudia! Grab your stuff and find 221C!"

She jumps up, dragging Claudia with her, and the girls dash for the door of the shop they all recognize, leaving the others to follow closely behind. They burst into the door, and look around wildly for the old landlady they knew would be there. Elenora spotted her first, and walked silently up to the woman. Tapping her on the shoulder politely and explained their situation, and was soon joined and aided by her friends.

The woman smiled and nodded, clearly won over by the girls antics. She could see they were the best of friends, and a tightly woven and loyal group. The way they interacted with each other as they walked through the threshold of the flat astounded the woman, for the girls were clearly able to insult the other without fear of cross-ing some sort of line. She smiled at the laughter behind her, barely noticing when she heard them stop.

Aaaand Scene.

The ending from before "didn't flow right." according to a friend, so I've been making a few changes here and there. BTW. :)

Thanks for reading, R&R pls! Tell me what you think!

And for now; Farewell!

-CF