Fandom Traveler (Sherlock Holmes)

Arrival

221B BAKER STREET.

In the living room of the flat, Sherlock Holmes is under attack from a heavily robed figure whose face and head are almost completely shrouded in a variety of scarves.

As the attacker slashes at him with a curved sword, Sherlock backs up carefully and ducks this way and that to avoid the blows. The man backs Sherlock up as far as the sofa and takes another swing at him. Ducking under the sword, Sherlock drops onto the sofa in a sitting position. The attacker lifts his sword above his head with both hands and Sherlock raises a leg, kicking hard at the man’s chest and shoving him backwards. As the man stumbles back across the room, Sherlock gets to his feet and takes an all-important moment to straighten his jacket before charging across the room towards the man.

The attacker has his sword held horizontally in both hands and is pushing Sherlock backwards into the kitchen. With a tight grip on the man’s wrists, Sherlock falls back onto the kitchen table and the man follows him down, trying to press the edge of the blade into Sherlock’s throat.

Grimacing with the effort, Sherlock pushes the man’s right wrist upwards to keep the blade from cutting him. The point of the sword begins to dig into the table to Sherlock’s right. Sherlock raises his left leg and knees the man in the side several times and, as this begins to weaken the man’s grip, Sherlock forces himself upwards again. The sword tip gouges a long slash across the top of the table. 

Sherlock is on his feet again and the fight has moved back into the living room. The attacker takes another swing at Sherlock who ducks underneath the sword and then quickly straightens up, pointing directly over the man’s shoulder. 

"Look!" Sherlock said, but the man has already half turned in that direction with the swing of his sword and is also perhaps momentary distracted by their reflections in the mirror over the fireplace behind him.

Sherlock takes advantage and swings a powerful uppercut to the man’s chin, and the man drops unconscious into Sherlock’s armchair. Sherlock straightens up and immediately checks his reflection in the mirror, straightening his jacket and cuffs and then dusting himself down. He looks down at the man with disdain, as if indignant that he messed his suit up.

Some time later Sherlock is sitting in his armchair calmly reading a book. There is no sign of the attacker. John walks up the stairs and into the living room, stopping just inside the room and looking around as if he suspects that something has happened in his absence, but he can’t tell what. 

Before Sherlock could open his mouth and speak, a bright blue cylindrical light caught their attention. It disappeared as soon as it appeared and there remain an unconscious female.

Sherlock and John looked at each other. John was clearly dumbfounded but Sherlock, as always, played it cool. He slowly approached the girl.

"Sherlock," John called. "She appeared out of thin air Sherlock, don't go near her."

But Sherlock was already beside the lying form of the girl. He sat beside the girl examining her clothes and face.

"She didn't appear out of thin air, she appeared with a circular blue light. Whatever that light was, it brought her here." Sherlock said. "Now, seems like we have a case, Dr. Watson."

That seemed to snap John out of fear, he walked towards them and placed his finger to the girl's wrist, taking her pulse.

But then, slowly, the girl opened her eyes. Her blue eyes, the same color as the portal examined the place, realizing where she was and who she was with, she sat straight and cleared her throat.

"Hello." She said. "My name is Vaness Miche, I am a traveler."

John looked at Sherlock, clearly expecting him to explain everything about the girl.

"Traveler." Sherlock said.

"Yes" answered the girl. "Perhaps we could sit on a more comfortable place other than the floor so I can explain?"

They all stood up, Vaness still slighty dizzy stumbled a bit. Sherlock stood near his chair while John was seated in his armchair. Vaness took the sit in the middle.

"As I've said I'm a traveler. I came from another dimension, or so I call it." She said.

"Another dimension?" John asked, "How, I mean,"

"The blue light you likely saw. Well, that was my portal. I created it and it led me here. I've been through a lot of dimensions. Each different from the other." Vaness said.

Sherlock looked at her like he's seeing something else. "This is your last." He said. "You've been through 6 dimensions and you want to rest. You created that portal when you were young, likely in your teens. That was your way of rebelling. It was an accident at first, you didn't know it will lead you to an entirely different place. You tried to go back but it only lead you somewhere different. On the last place you were you realized you can't go back. But you still tried, so here you are, on your last destination."

Vaness sighed, she looked straight at Sherlock and said, "Well, I did expect you'd know all that."

Sherlock looked baffled. So Vaness continued.

"Every dimension I end up in, is a Fandom. From where I'm from, those dimensions are just, fantasy. Either a book, a movie, a TV series that I know so well, that everything that happens, I already know."

"So you, know everything that will happen here?" John asked, still not believing.

"You just saw me appear out of thin air." Vaness stated.

"Prove it." Sherlock said.

Vaness looked around, she stood up, walked to the kitchen, she intended to open the fridge for clue on "when" exactly she was when she saw the table.

"You have an appointment." She said. "On the bank, for a case. Perhaps you're running late? Or is it still early? I'm not sure about that."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sherlock said.

"Right, you would read about it when John arrives from the supermarket. Needless to say, Sebastian needs your assistance. " Vaness said.

"I did go to the supermarket." John said.

"I mean, again, with Sherlock's card." She said.

John looked like he still didn't believe her. So she went back to her sit, she knew she couldn't tell them too much of the future. That would end badly.

"I can't tell you what will happen, trust me, it's better that I'm the only one knowing. But I can tell you what already happened," She looked at John, "when you first met Sherlock his first question to you was, 'Afghanistan or Iraq', it was at Barts, when he first borrowed your phone." She then looked at Sherlock, "your first case together was with the lady in pink. When the Cab driver was the murderer and you almost died proving your intelligence."

She contemplated on telling more but left it at that. "Do you believe me now?"

"No/Yes" surprisingly it was Sherlock that said yes.

"Well then, let's head to the bank?" Sherlock said.

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Hello, this is my first fanfiction on Sherlock Holmes. I deleted my other account so you wouldn't find my other stories.

Hope you like this and be patient with me.

I used Transcript by Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan. For the some parts of this. And will use it again on the next chapter likely for the original dialogue.

https://arianedevere.livejournal.com/45111.html