Author's Note:
Okay, I'm sitting here on the edge of my bed, ready to start a whole new and hopefully GREAT Sherlock Holmes story. I almost have all of the X's crossed off on my writer's checklist. Calming music? Check, Enya will do. Comfy place? Yup, my room. Good view out the window? A orange yellow sun sinking into an ocean of pink clouds. So I think I'm about to begin. Everyone please pardon my historical and Sherlockian errors. If you notice any please let me know.
I've become addicted to the great mastermind, or the world of him by my friend Hilary. Her pen name is Danric-Lover and ya'll should go read her stuff! It's great! We're both in love with Danric from Crown Duel by the way, amongst MANY other hotter older movie stars and characters! Examples: Ethan Rhodes from 'A Perfect World' by Wakizashi, Severus Snape, the HOT detective himself (HOLMES), the guy who plays Robert the Bruce in BRAVEHEART( Best movie in the world), and Aragorn...sigh, well it goes on for ages!
As you can probably tell I LOVE the CAPS LOCK button on the keyboard too! Well PURTY PLEASE review and I'm sure you know how much writers get discouraged so PLEASE SAY nice things, at least a tiny bit of liking for the story. And TA-DA here we go!! Buckle up your seat belts for the long ride and *hopefully* enjoyable time!
Disclaimer: I sadly *sniff* do not own any part of the Great Detective that belongs to...*applause* Sir ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE!!
P.S. Did I mention ROMANTIC ride? Wink, wink (. Sigh.....FLUFF!
*Chapter One*
I quite simply failed to believe it. Here I was, miles away from my home, standing on the sidewalk outside the world famous detective's home, 221B Baker Street.
Unzipping my lime green fanny-pack I took out my goldenrod Kodak disposable camera and started snapping away. The steps to the black towering front door were just a few feet in front of me when I heard a familiar feminine voice call out my name.
"Audrey!" Yes, that's me. Twenty-four year old single American gal who just newly graduated from Northern Illinois University.
"Wait up!" Jacqueline called from the entry way of the Beatle's shop next door. "Will and Orly are still shopping'!" Jacqueline, or Jax for short was my roommate in college and definitely the equivalent of a sister to me. After our graduation her HOT Heath Ledger look-a-like boyfriend had finally proposed at Bennigan's and as sort of a celebration they had taken a vacation to England. Where Orly (the Heath Ledger clone) was from. Jax quickly invited me, thinking that she would desperately need some female company after the two weeks.
I soon met Will, Orly's younger brother who instantaneously developed a major attraction to me and had been stalking me ever since I got in the cab from Heathrow Airport. So together the four of us were touring London while Orly and Jax had intimate moments with each other and I was left with drooling, goo-goo eyed Will. Today we had firstly gone to Madame Tussauds (the huge wax museum) and then window-shopped till we came to the Beatles, and Elvis store and currently, the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
Orly had greatly protested in going to the museum, sarcastically mentioning to Jax that he didn't want to spend his time learning about some fictional dead men and would rather spend his time looking for souvenirs instead.
Jax and I had always had KILLER crushes on Holmes and Watson. Jax vowed that she'd kill Mary Morstan and my only weak concern was Irene Adler.
"Come on, let's just go!" I urged Jax, giving her my 'I've had it up to here' look.
"Fine," she shouted, giving in and throwing her hands up in an act of surrender. "We're leaving guys!" she yelled, dashing back into the store to find her fiancé totally tuned out listening to Eleanor Rigby.
Jax and I entered the museum together, eyes scanning all over the front room gift shop. "Can you believe it Audrey," Jax whispered, grabbing onto my hands and jumping up and down in her insane hyper frenzy, making nearby tourists stare at us and quickly dart away. "We're actually HERE!" she gushed, smiling a smile wide enough to reach the Texas. Ever since Orly had proposed, Jax was living in this mystical faerie world where all her dreams were coming true and I personally think she hadn't come back down to Earth yet.
"Hello ladies, good day and welcome to The Sherlock Holmes Museum," said a handsome Sherlock Holmes imitator, complete with the deerstalker cap.
"Oh my GOD! PICTURE MOMENT!" Jax screamed thrusting her camera at me and cozying up to the poor innocent Englishman. I raised my eyebrows and quickly captured the 'Kodak' moment, leaving Jax to give the man and wink and a farewell kiss on his rosy cheek.
"Jeez Jax," I muttered sarcastically, "Take a CHILL pill."
"Fine Miss Pouty, let's just buy tickets for the tour and shop," Jax replied, tossing her California blonde hair purchasing tickets and looking at the price tag of a Calabash pipe.
"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen!" A woman mimicking Mrs. Hudson announced from the base of the stairs. "The tour is about to start! Please hand you tickets to the young lady here and get ready to journey back to 1881!"Jax dejectedly handed the tickets to the woman at the side and together we stood at the back of the crowd next to the flower wall papered partition.
"Alright," Mrs. Hudson began, placing her hands together like she was about to give a long lecture. "Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson lived here at 221b Baker Street between 1881-1904, according to the overwhelming popular stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The house was last used as a lodging house in 1936 and the famous 1st floor study overlooking Baker Street is still faithfully maintained as it was kept in Victorian Times. Please follow me as we travel up these 17 steps and visit Sherlock Holmes's room. On the second floor is Doctor Watson's room and on the 3rd floor is an exhibit containing wax models of scenes from the stories."
"Isn't this awesome!" Jax whispered loudly pinching my elbow.
"Jax!" I hissed, throwing her a pissed off look and continuing up the stairs on the opposite side. Normally I would have been more patient, but Orly was not exactly a fun person to be touring with and neither was 18 year old Will, constantly breathing loudly behind my back all the time.
"This is the Great Detective's room," Mrs. Hudson announced, standing aside the doorway to let the visitors in. "Note the cigar in the coal shuttle and tobacco in the toe-end of the Persian slipper on the floor besides the fireplace. Jax pushed aside all the other annoyed visitors and stood near the window by the table, surveying the fancy Victorian tea set. "You may take pictures in Mr. Holmes chair besides the fireplace," Mrs. Hudson said to the crowd examining Sherlock's room.
"Come on Audrey!" Jax whispered, steering me by the elbow to scarlet velvet sitting chair. "Excuse me, can you take a picture for us?" she asked, shoving her camera into a stand by tourist's hands.
"Sure," the African American man responded, oddly smiling at Jax's nerving impoliteness. Jax settled comfortably into Watson's chair and I sat in Holme's as she smiled a wide native Californian cheerleader smile, and I gave a weak grin.
Flash! "There you go ma'am," the man said politely and resumed in studying the magnifying glass on the desk. Mrs. Hudson knocked on the orange mahogany door and announced kindly, "Now please join me on to Doctor Watson's room."
Jax motioned quietly for us to stay behind and look around the room without being crowded by people. "Isn't this cool?" she whispered, hand tracing over the dusty light fixtures.
"Yeah," I replied, half dazed as I looked over the detectives stained wood desk.
"Hey, I'm going to go ahead and see sexy Watson's room," Jax said with a devilish smile.
"Okay," I responded quietly, still gazing at the chemistry desk. "What an awesome thing it would be like if you were still alive," I whispered to no one in particular as my hand skimmed the obsidian looking black elephants standing on the desk next to the door. Then I soon became aware of someone else breathing in the room. I spun around to see a man sitting in Holmes's chair, hand in his hands, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
He had raven black hair and rather pale white skin. I could see through the spaces in his fingers a hawk-like formed nose. His eyes snapped open and he stared avidly at the dark colored carpet in front of him. He seemed disturbed, and his eyes had a steely dazed glint to them, but they seemed like they could pierce through my body if he glanced up to see me.
He was the exact model of Sherlock Holmes. 'Probably another creepy Sherlock Holmes imitator,' I thought. 'Sneaking around and the such. Doesn't exactly look right in the head.' The man snorted and rose up to stand before the fireplace. He placed his hands apart on opposite sides of the mantel and stared deep into the fire's dark orange depths like he was searching for something, hope or belief.
"I'll just be going then," I said quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice me and I would silently sneak away.
His head whipped towards me quickly as I vanished from sight. "Damn hallucinations," I heard him hiss. Silently I crept up the stairs till I reached the second floor landing. The door was jammed shut and as I tried jiggling the handle it creaked open slowly. Peering inside I found it disorderly. Bed unmade, papers all over the place. The closet seemed to in relative order. "And I thought Watson was neat," I whispered smiling.
As quickly as I came upon it, I left Doctor Watson's room and traveled up to the 3rd floor desperately hoping for the slightest sound of people or the fake Mrs. Hudson's voice. The 3rd floor landing door was unlocked when I reached for it and looking inside it appeared to be empty. I opened the door wider and walked into the center of the large gallery room. The floor was covered thickly with grey dust and my worn Nikes left footprints, revealing a wooden floor beneath the grey veneer of dirty particles.
I ran to the grimy window to see gas-lit lamps dimly brightening the cobbled stoned street. Undoubtedly where tall electric light posts should have been instead. Horse drawn carriages were waiting by the houses and men with top hats stood at the front of them, talking to their stomping Mares in the warm humid summer night. Over the horizon the sun was dimly fading and the room was already getting darker. 'That's not right,' I thought quickly to myself. 'The sun was way over our heads when we arrived at the Museum.' Something was dreadfully wrong and now I didn't have the faintest idea of where I was.
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Author's Note:
So HOW did you guys like it? Okay, it might seem to drag on for a bit in the beginning but the action will soon arrive!! PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews make my world go round and make me VERY VERY HAPPY!!!! They also give me inspiration and help me write faster and better! I know it's not that hard to press that tiny button in the lower left hand corner of the screen!! Well THANK YA!
Kels*
Okay, I'm sitting here on the edge of my bed, ready to start a whole new and hopefully GREAT Sherlock Holmes story. I almost have all of the X's crossed off on my writer's checklist. Calming music? Check, Enya will do. Comfy place? Yup, my room. Good view out the window? A orange yellow sun sinking into an ocean of pink clouds. So I think I'm about to begin. Everyone please pardon my historical and Sherlockian errors. If you notice any please let me know.
I've become addicted to the great mastermind, or the world of him by my friend Hilary. Her pen name is Danric-Lover and ya'll should go read her stuff! It's great! We're both in love with Danric from Crown Duel by the way, amongst MANY other hotter older movie stars and characters! Examples: Ethan Rhodes from 'A Perfect World' by Wakizashi, Severus Snape, the HOT detective himself (HOLMES), the guy who plays Robert the Bruce in BRAVEHEART( Best movie in the world), and Aragorn...sigh, well it goes on for ages!
As you can probably tell I LOVE the CAPS LOCK button on the keyboard too! Well PURTY PLEASE review and I'm sure you know how much writers get discouraged so PLEASE SAY nice things, at least a tiny bit of liking for the story. And TA-DA here we go!! Buckle up your seat belts for the long ride and *hopefully* enjoyable time!
Disclaimer: I sadly *sniff* do not own any part of the Great Detective that belongs to...*applause* Sir ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE!!
P.S. Did I mention ROMANTIC ride? Wink, wink (. Sigh.....FLUFF!
*Chapter One*
I quite simply failed to believe it. Here I was, miles away from my home, standing on the sidewalk outside the world famous detective's home, 221B Baker Street.
Unzipping my lime green fanny-pack I took out my goldenrod Kodak disposable camera and started snapping away. The steps to the black towering front door were just a few feet in front of me when I heard a familiar feminine voice call out my name.
"Audrey!" Yes, that's me. Twenty-four year old single American gal who just newly graduated from Northern Illinois University.
"Wait up!" Jacqueline called from the entry way of the Beatle's shop next door. "Will and Orly are still shopping'!" Jacqueline, or Jax for short was my roommate in college and definitely the equivalent of a sister to me. After our graduation her HOT Heath Ledger look-a-like boyfriend had finally proposed at Bennigan's and as sort of a celebration they had taken a vacation to England. Where Orly (the Heath Ledger clone) was from. Jax quickly invited me, thinking that she would desperately need some female company after the two weeks.
I soon met Will, Orly's younger brother who instantaneously developed a major attraction to me and had been stalking me ever since I got in the cab from Heathrow Airport. So together the four of us were touring London while Orly and Jax had intimate moments with each other and I was left with drooling, goo-goo eyed Will. Today we had firstly gone to Madame Tussauds (the huge wax museum) and then window-shopped till we came to the Beatles, and Elvis store and currently, the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
Orly had greatly protested in going to the museum, sarcastically mentioning to Jax that he didn't want to spend his time learning about some fictional dead men and would rather spend his time looking for souvenirs instead.
Jax and I had always had KILLER crushes on Holmes and Watson. Jax vowed that she'd kill Mary Morstan and my only weak concern was Irene Adler.
"Come on, let's just go!" I urged Jax, giving her my 'I've had it up to here' look.
"Fine," she shouted, giving in and throwing her hands up in an act of surrender. "We're leaving guys!" she yelled, dashing back into the store to find her fiancé totally tuned out listening to Eleanor Rigby.
Jax and I entered the museum together, eyes scanning all over the front room gift shop. "Can you believe it Audrey," Jax whispered, grabbing onto my hands and jumping up and down in her insane hyper frenzy, making nearby tourists stare at us and quickly dart away. "We're actually HERE!" she gushed, smiling a smile wide enough to reach the Texas. Ever since Orly had proposed, Jax was living in this mystical faerie world where all her dreams were coming true and I personally think she hadn't come back down to Earth yet.
"Hello ladies, good day and welcome to The Sherlock Holmes Museum," said a handsome Sherlock Holmes imitator, complete with the deerstalker cap.
"Oh my GOD! PICTURE MOMENT!" Jax screamed thrusting her camera at me and cozying up to the poor innocent Englishman. I raised my eyebrows and quickly captured the 'Kodak' moment, leaving Jax to give the man and wink and a farewell kiss on his rosy cheek.
"Jeez Jax," I muttered sarcastically, "Take a CHILL pill."
"Fine Miss Pouty, let's just buy tickets for the tour and shop," Jax replied, tossing her California blonde hair purchasing tickets and looking at the price tag of a Calabash pipe.
"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen!" A woman mimicking Mrs. Hudson announced from the base of the stairs. "The tour is about to start! Please hand you tickets to the young lady here and get ready to journey back to 1881!"Jax dejectedly handed the tickets to the woman at the side and together we stood at the back of the crowd next to the flower wall papered partition.
"Alright," Mrs. Hudson began, placing her hands together like she was about to give a long lecture. "Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson lived here at 221b Baker Street between 1881-1904, according to the overwhelming popular stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The house was last used as a lodging house in 1936 and the famous 1st floor study overlooking Baker Street is still faithfully maintained as it was kept in Victorian Times. Please follow me as we travel up these 17 steps and visit Sherlock Holmes's room. On the second floor is Doctor Watson's room and on the 3rd floor is an exhibit containing wax models of scenes from the stories."
"Isn't this awesome!" Jax whispered loudly pinching my elbow.
"Jax!" I hissed, throwing her a pissed off look and continuing up the stairs on the opposite side. Normally I would have been more patient, but Orly was not exactly a fun person to be touring with and neither was 18 year old Will, constantly breathing loudly behind my back all the time.
"This is the Great Detective's room," Mrs. Hudson announced, standing aside the doorway to let the visitors in. "Note the cigar in the coal shuttle and tobacco in the toe-end of the Persian slipper on the floor besides the fireplace. Jax pushed aside all the other annoyed visitors and stood near the window by the table, surveying the fancy Victorian tea set. "You may take pictures in Mr. Holmes chair besides the fireplace," Mrs. Hudson said to the crowd examining Sherlock's room.
"Come on Audrey!" Jax whispered, steering me by the elbow to scarlet velvet sitting chair. "Excuse me, can you take a picture for us?" she asked, shoving her camera into a stand by tourist's hands.
"Sure," the African American man responded, oddly smiling at Jax's nerving impoliteness. Jax settled comfortably into Watson's chair and I sat in Holme's as she smiled a wide native Californian cheerleader smile, and I gave a weak grin.
Flash! "There you go ma'am," the man said politely and resumed in studying the magnifying glass on the desk. Mrs. Hudson knocked on the orange mahogany door and announced kindly, "Now please join me on to Doctor Watson's room."
Jax motioned quietly for us to stay behind and look around the room without being crowded by people. "Isn't this cool?" she whispered, hand tracing over the dusty light fixtures.
"Yeah," I replied, half dazed as I looked over the detectives stained wood desk.
"Hey, I'm going to go ahead and see sexy Watson's room," Jax said with a devilish smile.
"Okay," I responded quietly, still gazing at the chemistry desk. "What an awesome thing it would be like if you were still alive," I whispered to no one in particular as my hand skimmed the obsidian looking black elephants standing on the desk next to the door. Then I soon became aware of someone else breathing in the room. I spun around to see a man sitting in Holmes's chair, hand in his hands, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
He had raven black hair and rather pale white skin. I could see through the spaces in his fingers a hawk-like formed nose. His eyes snapped open and he stared avidly at the dark colored carpet in front of him. He seemed disturbed, and his eyes had a steely dazed glint to them, but they seemed like they could pierce through my body if he glanced up to see me.
He was the exact model of Sherlock Holmes. 'Probably another creepy Sherlock Holmes imitator,' I thought. 'Sneaking around and the such. Doesn't exactly look right in the head.' The man snorted and rose up to stand before the fireplace. He placed his hands apart on opposite sides of the mantel and stared deep into the fire's dark orange depths like he was searching for something, hope or belief.
"I'll just be going then," I said quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice me and I would silently sneak away.
His head whipped towards me quickly as I vanished from sight. "Damn hallucinations," I heard him hiss. Silently I crept up the stairs till I reached the second floor landing. The door was jammed shut and as I tried jiggling the handle it creaked open slowly. Peering inside I found it disorderly. Bed unmade, papers all over the place. The closet seemed to in relative order. "And I thought Watson was neat," I whispered smiling.
As quickly as I came upon it, I left Doctor Watson's room and traveled up to the 3rd floor desperately hoping for the slightest sound of people or the fake Mrs. Hudson's voice. The 3rd floor landing door was unlocked when I reached for it and looking inside it appeared to be empty. I opened the door wider and walked into the center of the large gallery room. The floor was covered thickly with grey dust and my worn Nikes left footprints, revealing a wooden floor beneath the grey veneer of dirty particles.
I ran to the grimy window to see gas-lit lamps dimly brightening the cobbled stoned street. Undoubtedly where tall electric light posts should have been instead. Horse drawn carriages were waiting by the houses and men with top hats stood at the front of them, talking to their stomping Mares in the warm humid summer night. Over the horizon the sun was dimly fading and the room was already getting darker. 'That's not right,' I thought quickly to myself. 'The sun was way over our heads when we arrived at the Museum.' Something was dreadfully wrong and now I didn't have the faintest idea of where I was.
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Author's Note:
So HOW did you guys like it? Okay, it might seem to drag on for a bit in the beginning but the action will soon arrive!! PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews make my world go round and make me VERY VERY HAPPY!!!! They also give me inspiration and help me write faster and better! I know it's not that hard to press that tiny button in the lower left hand corner of the screen!! Well THANK YA!
Kels*