Author: Jennifer Wilson PM
My muses and I plan a story when a unexpected visitor arrived.Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Sci-Fi - Words: 703 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-11-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4648827
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The Plan and the Plot
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes. He belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Alice Sargon, Beth Moriarty and Lauren Moran are mine.
Me: Okay, let's see… there are too many plot bunnies for me to choose! Which one shall be my new story?
Alice Sargon: Frankly, I think the one about Holmes traveling forward in time is much better than the others. Let's see, who will Holmesl meet in the future.
Beth Moriarty and Lauren Moran: Me! Me!
Me: Girls! Shut up! I think we should vote. I vote for Beth, because it would be funny to see Holmes meet his enemy's five times great-grand daughter. He would explode!
Alice: Me too! Holmes would meet his worst enemy's descendant and we shall see whether he would learn that not all Moriartys are bad.
Lauren Moran: How about me? I am Colonel Moran's five time's great grand daughter. Shouldn't I get a part too?
Me: You're right. So it would be you two sitting in Beth's bedroom when Holmes meet you. Holmes would ask who you are, and you would surprise him with your identities. Holmes would stay at Beth's house (Beth cheers at this) while Lauren would try to round up the boys at her class and work together with them to get Holmes back home. Than Beth would wish for Holmes and she will wait until she is twenty-one and she goes back in time when Holmes is, say, about thirty-five. That would be after he met Watson and Beth!
Lauren: Just one thing. How am I going to round up those boys? They are incorrigible!
(Everyone remains silent. Suddenly...)
(Sudden Voice): Who has been planning one of those fanfics?
Me: Oh No! It's Sherlock Holmes! Run!
(Sherlock Holmes looks around. He sees no one and leaves the room.)
Me: Phew! Its all right girls. He's gone. We can come out now. (Lauren and Alice climbs from under the bed. Beth comes out of the closet and I remove my "lamp" disguise.)
Alice and Beth: Okay, since he is gone, we can continue to discuss the story.
Sherlock Holmes (Therefore to be known as Holmes): Caught you! (Beth, Alice and Lauren scream loudly and run from the room, terrified. I remain and faced Sherlock Holmes.)
Me: What do you want?
Holmes: Simple. No more of these fanfics!
Me: That's impossible. Beth, Alice and Lauren will never agree to it.
Holmes: By the way… Why do they look like Moriarty, Watson and Moran respectively?
Me (feeling infuriated): Because they are the descendants of your Moriarty, Watson and Moran! Even the most amateur detective can easily deduce that!
(Beth, Alice and Lauren creeps back into the room. They remained silent.)
Me: Okay, Mr. Holmes. What must I make you do in order to gain your permission to write this fanfic?
Holmes: Well, if you are sincere enough, I would let you write fanfics, but you must forget that idea of me time-traveling.
Alice: Gasp! You mean you were there the whole time and didn't tell us!
Holmes: Well, I got the news that someone was planning to write a fanfic, and I came over to see what was happening. I arrived just to see you entering, and waited outside. When I heard the plot, I walked into the room and saw that Beth was hiding in the closet. The cloth near the closet is enough to tell me that. Lauren and Alice's feet were sticking outside the bed, but I do not remember seeing you, Authoress.
Me: Oh, that it is kind of top secret, and I am not allowed to tell you. Anyway, since you said that the time-traveling idea is not allowed, I would not write it, okay?
Holmes: Fair enough (walks back into his own world. Beth, Alice and Lauren cheered when the portal closed.)
Me: Alright girls, since Mr. Holmes said the time-traveling idea is impossible, we have to ditch it.
(A couple of plot-bunnies disappear. There are still many plot-bunnies left behind though.)
Alice: Torture fanfics, any one?