Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Mouse Detective, I only own my character John Hunter.

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The Adventure Begins

John Hunter thought that he lived a normal life, like going to school, having friends, a good family and a good roof over his head. Everyday was the same to him, normal, until that fateful night when something unusual happened. John was just going through some things in his family's attic when he came across an old box covered in dust.

Being curious, John opened the box, revealing all of his old VHS' from when he was a kid. He chuckled as he pulled out a few and read their titles.

"Wow! I haven't seen these movies in a long time. The Great Mouse Detective, Aladdin, Lion King…man these bring back memories!" he said to himself as he placed the three movies on the floor.

"How would you like to relive those memories?"

John yelped and spun around to see a man dressed in a suit staring at him with hooded eyelids and a smile on his face.

"W-who are you and what are you doing in my house?" demanded John.

The man walked up to the teen, leaned over and picked up The Great mouse Detective. He smiled as he looked down at the cover and then looked at John.

"I remember when my writer's came up with this movie! Glad to see it was well liked," the man said with a gleam in his eye.

John stared at the man in shock, his jaw dropped.

"Y-your Walt Disney!" John exclaimed.

The man chuckled and held up his arms.

"The one and the same!"

"Wow! This…this is amazing! The Walt Disney is standing in my family's attic…wait aren't you…your not…you're a…how?" he stuttered.

Walt laughed as he clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"My dear boy, there is no need to fear me. Yes I am quite dead and yes, I am a ghost. And I am here to give you a helping hand!"

John raised an eyebrow as he looked at one of the greatest men that had been alive in confusion.

"What do you mean by giving me a helping hand?" he asked.

Walt smiled as he placed the movie back on the floor.

"I am going to help you relive your memories of your three favorite films when you were younger. And if I remember right, when you were young you had made a wish that you could be in one of these three movies, every time you watched them, is that correct?" John nodded, to stunned to say anything, "Good, I am going to grant you those wishes. The next three nights you will be drawn into one of these movies, starting tonight!"

John shook his head and held up his hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Your serious? I will be a character in each movie?" asked John with excitement.

Walt smiled and nodded his head.

"Starting with your personal favorite, The Great Mouse Detective. You will be playing the role of an American mouse who has come over to England to start a new life. You will not remember anything about the movie and you cannot change its storyline. Now please stand here…" Walt led John into the middle of the attic, "now are you ready? Good on the count of three you will be in the film."

John swallowed and closed his eyes.

"One…"

John took a deep breath.

"Two…"

John let it out.

"Three!"

There was a loud pop and John opened his eyes to find himself on a street at night that seemed to be moving. John looked down at himself, he was wearing a pair of brown pants, black shoes, a white shirt, a dark blue soldiers coat and a blue Kepi. (If nobody has any idea what a kepi is, it's a civil war hat! Sherlock Holmes is alive during the years after the civil war!)

A suitcase sat beside him on his left side, a rustle of paper made him look to his right and see an older mouse reading a newspaper. The mouse had a mustache, had on a derby and a suit, he wore a big over coat and he had a suitcase and an umbrella at his side. John cleared his throat and smiled when the mouse looked at him.

"I'm sorry my good sir, we have been sitting here on this carriage step for a long time without even acknowledging each others presence! Names Hunter, John Hunter, from New York!" he said as he held out a hand toward the other mouse.

The mouse smiled, folded his paper and shook the hand that was offered to him.

"A pleasure to meet you old chap! I am Dr. David Q. Dawson, most recently of the Queen's 66th Regiment! I have just arrived in London, just as you, from Afghanistan. I can assure you that I am glad to be home."

John raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"So you were in a war to? So was I! I was part of the 43rd New York Regiment during my country's Civil War!"

Dawson looks at him with interest.

"I have heard of that, how dreadful! Killing your own fellow mice, who could have been part of your family!"

John looked down a smiled sadly.

"Yes, Dawson, it was dreadful, it was horrifying! The sights and the sounds of men and mice crying out as they died, for two years I dealt with all that! I-I still have nightmares over what I had went through, even though it has been years since the war. After the war I was sent out west where I spent three years working with the Cavalry as we fought the wild Indians.

"After those three years I have had enough of killing and death. I wanted to start my life anew, that is why I came to England, to start a new life!" said John with glazed eyes.

Dawson stared in astonishment at his new friend, all of the things he had seen and done, it was truly remarkable.

"How old were you when you joined, John?" He asked.

John looked at Dawson still with a sad smile on his face.

"I joined when I was only fourteen! Yes I know I was young and ambitious. But that experience has made me into what I am today! A hard worker who will work for a good pay, and place to rest my head."

Dawson stared at the Yankee mouse with admiration, this truly was a mouse who regretted his decision from long ago and in need of a friends company. An idea came to him and he cleared his throat.

"John may I ask you another question?"

John nodded his head as he leaned against his suitcase.

"Do you have any knowledge of medicine and healing?" asked Dawson.

John sat up straight a large smile spread across his face.

"I learned a lot about medicines in the war my friend, so the answer to your question is yes!"

Dawson smiled.

"Well then, how would you like to be my assistant when I find some work for us around London, it only seems fair that we are now friends that we might as well help each other, what do you say?" asked Dawson as he held out his hand.

John stared at it for a few moments and then shook it as he smiled.

"You have yourself a deal and a new assistant, Dawson my friend!"

Both mice then discussed plans for their future as the carriage continued on into the foggy night.

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