Baker Street

  Addy and Thacia have entered a new realm! Eliana and I are very excited about this world, and have several ideas for it. We would also like to apologize for how badly written the stories on the Percy Jackson world were. We promise we're going to do better with this new realm, and the ones to come. So, this next story, I have written, and it is set in the fantastic world of BBC's Sherlock. Enjoy!

Thacia and Addy stared down Baker street, watching as a man strolled quietly into an apartment.  Being the adventurers and stalkers they were, they followed closely behind, into the apartment building.  They creaked up the stairs behind him.  Something nagged at the back of Thacia’s mind, something just sudden, that made her stop in her tracks, but she ignored it, and walked on.  As she and Addy reached the top of the stairs, they heard the conversation between the man they had followed, and another man, who they both quickly recognized.  Sherlock.  A broad demented smile stretched across Thacia’s face.  She wanted to laugh for joy and victory, but then, of course, that would give the two of them away.  So she kept her mouth shut.  

  Thacia listened closely, reminding herself she was listening to a possibly historic conversation.  A conversation between the genius mind of Sherlock Holmes, and the infamous, demented Moriarty.  Who both Thacia and Addy stalked.  “Every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain,” Moriarty said.

  Thacia’s smile broadened, and her eyes got wide at the genius words.  Addy turned around to Thacia, and was also smiling at the genius and truth in those words.  Moriarty was still talking, “You’re on the side of the angels,” he said disappointedly, then pausing.

  Now Sherlock, completely ignored Moriarty, said instead, “Got the jury, of course.”

  “I got into the Tower of London, you don’t think I can’t worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?”  Moriarty replied.

  “Cable network,” Sherlock replied, obviously just coming to this conclusion.

  Bloody brilliant!  Thacia thought.  Not that she’d ever do it- well, maybe- but just bloody brilliant!  “Every person has their pressure point,” Moriarty continued, "Someone they want to keep from harm.  Easy peasy.”

  “So how are you going to do it?”  Sherlock asked, changing the subject again, “Burn me.”  You could hear the mockery in his voice.

  “Oh, that’s the problem.  The final problem.  Have you worked out what it is yet?  What’s the final problem?  I did tell you, but did you listen?”  he sang the last part, and then there was a pause.  “How hard do you find it?  Having to say I don’t know.”

  Addy, in front of Thacia, turned around to Thacia, and whispered, “They change subjects a lot.”

  “I know!”  Thacia mouthed, completely insane as always.

  Thacia watched as Addy crossed her eyes, then turned back to the conversation, where Moriarty was laughing and calling Sherlock clever.  “Have you told your little friends yet?”  he then asked.

  “Told them what?”  Sherlock asked.

  “Why I broke into all those places and never took anything.”

  “No,” Sherlock answered- the least amount of words Thacia had ever heard come out of him.  She gaped dramatically, but quietly, and to herself.  

  “But you understand?”  

  “Obviously." This time, Addy turned to Thacia, and gaped at her, and Thacia almost laughed.

  Moriarty had said something in that moment, then Sherlock replied, “You want me to tell you what you already know?”

  “No, I want you to prove you know it,” Moriarty answered.

  “You didn’t take anything . . . because you don’t need to.”

  “Good.”

  “You’ll never need to take anything ever again.”

  “Very good . . . Because?”  Moriarty prodded Sherlock for answers.

  “Because nothing- nothing- in the bank of England or the tower of London, or the Pentonville prison, could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three.”

  “I could open any door, anywhere, with a few tiny lines of computer code.  There’s no such thing as a private bank account now.  They’re all mine.  There’s no such thing as secrecy, I own secrecy.  Nuclear codes, I could blow up nations in alphabetical order.  In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king- and honey, you should see me in a crown,” Moriarty sang the last sentence as a drawn out line.

  Thacia whispered into Addy’s ear, “What is with him and singing?”  

  Addy turned and faced Thacia, and mouthed, “I know!”

  Then they both turned back to the conversation, where Sherlock was talking again, “You could break into any bank, but you care about the highest bidder?”

  “I don’t.  I just like to watch them all competing.  Daddy, loves me the best.  Aren’t ordinary people adorable?  Well you know, you’ve got John.  I should get myself a live in one.”

  “Why are you doing all this?”  Sherlock suddenly asked, clearly at a lost.  Gosh, Sherlock.  Don’t you know anything?

  “Must be so funny,” Moriarty spoke over Sherlock.  From the way he obliviously said it, he seemed to still be on the subject of ordinary people.  

  “You don’t want money, or power, not really.  What is it all for?”  Sherlock asked, again, still contemplating.

  Thacia wanted to laugh in Sherlock’s face.  Moriarty answered, “I want to solve the problem.  Our problem.  The final problem.  It’s gonna start very soon, Sherlock.  The fall… But don’t be scared.  Falling’s just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination.”

  Thacia heard one of them stand, and the other followed.  “I never liked riddles,” Sherlock said.

  “Learn to,” Moriarty responded.  “Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock.  I...O...U…”

  Then Thacia and Addy heard Moriarty begin to leave the room, and they quickly hid.  Moriarty strolled passed them, as both Thacia and Addy tried to keep from laughing along with their insanity.  After the door shut downstairs, Sherlock spoke from inside his flat, while playing the violin, “You two can come out now.”

  Dying of laughter, they barreled into the room.  “Stop your bumbling, and tell me what you’re doing here,” Sherlock stated, clearly annoyed.

  He practically threw down his violin, tossing it off his shoulder.  After Thacia and Addy got a grip on their laughter, they calmed… and then laughed again.  Thacia could see Sherlock standing in front of them, completely perturbed, and waiting for an explanation.  Addy was first to recover, so she answered through her breaths, as Thacia continued to laugh her head off.  “Oh, gosh.  You two are mad,” Sherlock complained, as Addy began talking.

  “Well, we saw Moriarty strolling along the street, and Thacia said, ‘Hey, isn’t he supposed to be in jail?’  And then I said, ‘Well actually, the jury said he wasn’t guilty, and let him go, and blah, blah, blah.’  And so, we continued discussing this, and finally we realized we were following him, so we just said, ‘Hey-”

  “Oh, stop rambling,” Sherlock interrupted as he turned away, staring out the window.

  Thacia had finally caught her breath, and she objected to his statement, “We’ll ramble if we want to ramble!”

  “Anyways, why are you here?”  Sherlock asked.

  “Because-” Thacia to answer, but something stopped her in her mind.

She stayed silent, trying to figure it out.  But Addy jumped in for her, answering.  Although, Thacia thought her voice sounded unsure of itself too.  “We came for an adventure, because we got bored, and were sick and tired.”

  Sherlock barely glanced behind him, hardly catching a glimpse of Thacia and Addy.  “You’re not sick,” he sniffed the air, “And you smell of the sea.”

  “Well, you smell of the sea!”  Thacia argued.

  “Oh, don’t speak, Thacia.  You lower the IQ on the entire street,” Sherlock said, still staring out the window.

  “Hey!”  Addy shouted, suddenly perturbed, “You got that from me!  I said that to you!”  Addy turned to Thacia, and started talking, “Thacia, he stole that from me.  Can you believe he stole that from me?”

  Sherlock grabbed them by their coats, “Alright, come on.  You can ramble outside.”

  Sherlock pulled Thacia and Addy downstairs, as they yelled at him for taking Addy’s line.  “You’re just jealous, because you haven’t come up with any genius lines,” Addy said, “Only my brother and I can come up with them.”

  Sherlock walked them down the stairs outside, let go, and walked back in, shutting the door.  “I can’t believe he stole your line!” Thacia said, stomping her foot.

  “I know,” Addy responded.

  “It makes me so…” she paused, then smiled, “Perturbed.”

  Addy stared at her weirdly, “Since when do you use the word, perturbed?”

  Thacia shrugged, “It’s my new favorite word.”

  Then they both started laughing.  “He doesn’t even know!”  Thacia shouted, laughing.

  “And never will,” Addy replied.

  Then they walked down Baker Street, laughing like maniacs.