Secrets Beetween Dimensions - The Origin of the Books

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

At Baker St, Arthur, Emily, Molly, Ben and John came down from Stonyhurst. Sherlock opened the door before they knock it, what frightened John.

"How did you know it was us?" The doctor asked.

"Deductions!" Sherlock shrugged. "I know your footsteps very well, the noise that stepping makes, the time it takes from one sound to the other ..."

"And he was anxious to see us," his wife said.

"Of course," he smiled at her as they entered.

"Where's Hamish Molly?" He asked.

"He stayed with my daughters-in-law," John answered. "He didn't want to part from Rachel."

"Wait, Molly" Sherlock noticed something different about her "you got hurt! What happened?"

"It's a long story and don1t worry, I'm already fine," she smiled.

"Dr. Watson" Artie said interrupting the adults "I'm sorry I got lost from you in boarding school. Now I understand why I was kidnapped."

"There's no need to apologize, Arthur" John gave you a hug "you were in danger, and now it's everything okay."

"My dear Watson" Sherlock called him "we have a very important mission to accomplish now."

"All right, Holmes." John was surprised.

So were the rest of the people watching him.

"Molly, Emily," the detective addressed them, "pay a visit to the Winchester. Tell them to come here."

"What are you thinking, Mr. Holmes?" The Doctor was suspicious of his plans.

"Exactly on that," he countered proudly, for he would finally have his "revenge" soon "don't worry, I'll be careful."

"Well, Artie!" He turned to the smiling little boy, "I and Dr. Watson are going to tell you all the investigative adventures you want to know."

"Really Mr. Holmes?" The boy started to get as excited as Sherlock war.

"Tell them to the world when you're older," Sherlock said with a twinkle in his eyes, "use your name to take our name away."

"Sherlock ..." John said thoughtfully, "what's all this?"

"One day you'll understand my friend." He gave one of his winks.

"Does that mean you're leaving? Will people remember you? "Artie asked, connecting things.

"Technically, Artie ... I never exist. It's like ... " Sherlock began, but was interrupted by an Artie with his eyes shining.

"Like I was your father," said the boy, running to embrace his creature as they all stared at each other.

"Let's not be like this," Sherlock tried to control his emotions, "as long as you remember me I'll always be with you."

"I really like to remember when we first met." John realized his friend's sadness and tried to change the subject. "Remember that?"

"But of course," Sherlock began.

Little Arthur Conan Doyle then set out to write down in complicated schemes all the important parts that Holmes and Watson told of the stories he already knew so well.

While the three of them were in the 221b living room, Sherlock and John in their respective armchairs and Artie in the client's chair, John's family was slowly arriving.

Then the stories ceased and the bell rang. Molly went to answer.

"Mrs. Holmes" Mary Doyle greeted her with a smile "I came to get Arthur."

"Of course," Molly said, "I'll get him. Artie!"

"Well, that sounds like the end," Sherlock sighed.

"Bees in Sussex, right?" Artie smiled.

"That's right." Sherlock hugged him as John wondered what the boy said. "Good-bye, Arthur Conan Doyle."

"Good-bye, Mr. Holmes" Artie said and went to hug John "good-bye Dr. Watson."

"Until the next adventure." The doctor nodded at him.

Arthur took his mother's hand and waved it to 221b again and went home full of plans and stories to tell.