One-shots/Short Stories

BBC Sherlock - Alternate Universe Travelling

Back Again

"Go to hell, Sherlock."

"WHAT!" I screeched. "WHAT THE FRICK-FRACK-PADDY-WHACK MOTHER FUCKER! WHAT DID I JUST WATCH? WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING WATCH?"
I shut my laptop closed. "Nuh," I shook my head, "nuh-uh I am done with life. I am done - done. Why did she have to die? Why did Mary fucking die! Stupid Conan Doyle, stupid Moffat and Gatiss. . ."
I trudged to the fridge while grumbling under my breath, grabbing out the ice cream tub to cry/eat in. I can't believe it. Just when I am able to watch the new season from fucking Australia, I have to be instantly met with the feels of Mary Watson dying. I hate it. I hate fandoms. I am done with life. I mean, I said goodbye to Bucky Barnes when he was going under. That was sad as hell.

But apparently life isn't done with me yet.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I yelled, the familiar portal coming up. "I AM DONE WITH FANDOM! SERIOUSLY, WHAT DID MARVEL DO THIS TIME? AM I TRAVELLING TO SPIDER-MAN HOMECOMING NOW?"
Shoving the ice cream back in the freezer, I stomped towards the portal. "Bring it on." I growled.

***

"I. Hate. My. Life."

Instead of being in the MARVEL universe, I'm in the BBC universe. Where, you may ask? Fucking BBC Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stared at me in surprise, whatever John was saying disappearing from his thoughts.
I had intruded on them, falling to the ground in between the two in their famous chairs. So obviously, they saw me come out of the portal and fall out. Such a great first greeting, you know what I am saying?
"Um. . ." John blinked at me. "H-How. . .who are you?"
"I'm. . ." Holy shit, John looks like the John from Season 4. Does that mean. . .
"Please tell me Rosie isn't born yet."
"Excuse me?" he stared at me in confusion, Sherlock (my gawd he is so much hotter in person) staring at me with furrowed brows.
"Sorry," I told the Consulting Detective, "Baby Watson isn't named after you." Sherlock blinked at me in surprise, his mouth opening slightly.
"Wait, Baby Watson? As in, my child?" John asked incredulously. "How. . .who are you? Seriously, what did I just see before?"
"Well you see. . ." I shuffled on my feet uncomfortably. "I am from a different universe, where you guys are just fictional characters that female and male fans swoon over - I happen to be one of them. Hello!"
"Different universe. . ."
"Impossible." Sherlock stated. You know how I said he was way hotter in person? He's also quite intimidating for my fifteen-year-old self. "They don't exist."
"Oh yeah? Then how am I here?" I challenged. "What did you just see before, dude? Me falling out of a portal - I still can't exit without falling, I don't know why. . ."
"Hang on, don't get distracted." John said sternly. "Explain to us what is going on, please?" So I did.

***

"So this has happened before? You travelled to a. . .comic universe?"
"MARVEL comics universe." I corrected the ex-army doctor. "You know, Captain America, Iron Man, Bucky. . ." Even though I met the guy, Bucky is just. . .wow. When women look at Sebastian Stan:

Ovaries
=
Gone

"And after watching a 'New Season' of us, you're here." Sherlock stated, using his fingers to quote some words.
"Yep." I nodded, lying on the large sofa. Oh my God the famous smiley face and bullet holes. "Can I shoot the wall as well? I always wonder what it feels like to shoot the wall when bored."
"Well -" Sherlock's eyes brightened.
"No," John said sternly, "you promised Mrs Hudson no more."
"Fine." Sherlock huffed. He turned to me. "Prove to us that you're from another universe. You said you know a lot of things about us, yes? Tell us something the public doesn't know yet."
"Um. . ." I looked away in thought. "John chucked Mary's USB on her life into the fireplace at Sherlock's parents' house. And Sherlock. . .you and Mycroft aren't the only Holmes children."

They stared at me in disbelief.

"Wow." John broke the silence. "She is actually from another universe."

***

So surprisingly I stayed in the world for roughly a week before the same portal came back. Ancient One was on the other side (she's like my chauffeur or something) waiting patiently for me.
But during that time, I became close to the BBC cast. I came with Sherlock on cases and experiments, I met Mary the heavily pregnant lady that was going to have a sad fate, Mrs Hudson the lovely old lady, Molly Hooper the shy woman, Lestrade the 'Detective' - even Mycroft, the man who loves his sweets - especially his cakes. I also got the misfortune to meet Donovan, and I called her an 'asshole' and 'bitch' for treating Sherlock that horrible way for the past couple of years. Maybe that's why I'm not allowed to visit with him on the crime scenes. . .
Even though I enjoyed my time, I hated it. It was because I knew their future. Their sad future with Mary dying and all. I hate it. I wish I only knew them through the show, not in person because now it was more painful than before.
Coincidentally, the portal came just when Rosie was born. We were at the Watsons home, where John just asked Sherlock to be the godfather with Molly as the godmother. When I saw the Ancient One, I knew it was time to go.
I gave them all a sad smile, them returning the sad look. "Time to go, it seems." I announced.
"Are you sure you have to go?" Mary asked. "I mean, you can always stay with us." I barely hid the wince at her words. And only one person noticed. Sherlock.
"Nah, I don't belong here. I got too much knowledge on this universe. Not safe." I glanced to the portal fleetingly. "It was really nice knowing you all in person. But I'm afraid to say. . .this is only the beginning." I looked at them in the eyes. "Trouble is coming again. And it's way worse than Moriarty coming back -or is he?- because what's going to happen is something that will affect you all even little Rosie." I gave them another sad smile. "Just. . .when that happens, please don't let it ruin your friendship. Stick together. You're going to need it."
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked after a small silence, staring at me warily. "Maybe you should -"
"I can't tell you, Sherlock." I shook my head. "Not my place to say. You're going to have to wing it, I'm afraid. Just know that I am rooting for you all."
Giving them all separate hugs, Sherlock was the last one. We held on longer, since we spent most of my time together than the others - though they were close behind.
"Who?" Sherlock whispers into my ear. I tensed at his question. Of course he'd notice this.
"Mary." I whispered back. It was his turn to tense in my arms. "I'm sorry."
Walking towards the portal, I looked to them one last time before jumping back into my universe.

The End