Author's Note: yeah I know this is kind of random. But once the idea came to me, I just had to write it. If there is interest, I will add more chapters with a similar basis: other characters end up in Sherlock's Mind Palace. Anyway, read on (and please review when you finish reading).

"Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them." Obi-wan said. Luke closed his eyes, since he couldn't see through the blast shield anyway. He tried to block the shots of the remote, but to no avail. He was hit. "Stretch out with your feelings." his master instructed. Luke closed his eyes even tighter, sighed, and searched deep within himself, relaxing and letting it all go.


He found himself in a large room. It almost seemed like a mansion, or... a palace. He saw a tall man with dark brown curly hair and prominent cheekbones sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.

"Oh, hello." the stranger said. "I see you've found my Mind Palace."

"Your what?" Luke asked, walking toward the man.

"My Mind Palace. It's where I store useful information. I go here when I need to think."

"But... how did I get here?" He looked at the lightsaber, which was still in his hand.

"I don't know. And it doesn't really matter, anyway." Luke lifted his lightsaber up.

"I've got to destroy the trainer!"

"Oh, there's no hurry."

"What do you mean?" Luke slowly lowered his lightsaber.

"Time passes very slowly here. It's so slow, it almost stops."


"You've got plenty of time to figure out what to do."

"Obi-wan told me to use the Force."

"The Force? And just what is that?"

"Oh come on, everyone's heard of the Force!" The man shook his head.

"Enlighten me."


After a long discussion, the man finally said "So, you have a trainer to defeat using this mysterious 'Force'?"


"I can't use the Force, but I can help you. It's time to re-establish tangible contact with your world. Listen for the trainer. Can you hear it?" Luke nodded. "Good. Now pay close attention to where the sound is coming from." Luke gestured in the general direction of the trainer. "No, you have to be more specific." Luke pointed to a single spot. "Yes, that's it. Now, get it with your... what do you call that again?"

"My lightsaber."

"Right. Get it with your lightsaber." Luke did so. "Perfect!" Luke smiled, for now that he knew the man, he understood this was an extremely high compliment. The two men stood in silence for a while, relishing the moment.


"Luke, don't you have work to do?"

"Yes, Sherlock. I suppose I better get to it, huh?" Sherlock nodded. "And what about you? Got another case to solve?"

"Of course. That's why I came here in the first place. I simply happened to see you here this time."

"Well, good luck."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and Sherlock?"

"Yes, Luke?"

"May the Force be with you." Sherlock nodded.

"And the same to you." he repeated. Luke returned to the ship, ready to do anything.