An Annoying Fan Writer in New London

Part 12

by Mary C.
5/27/04

This starts out before I get taken to the Yard, just so you don't get confused....

Mary knew she was in trouble. There was nothing she could put her finger on, no tangible evidence, but she nonetheless knew that she was in trouble. Maybe she shouldn't have lied. No, she definitely shouldn't have lied. Hadn't she already told herself not to lie earlier, before he had come in? Oh well, it was too late now. She'd just have to tell the truth. That she was from the past.

Or she could just stick with her story no matter how implausible it was.

Inspector Hawkins continued to gaze at her blandly, his face betraying no emotion. "Let me make sure I have this correct. You say you were born on an uncharted island in the middle of the Pacific ocean where your parents took refuge after the war--which is why you have no DNA on file. Then, a year or so ago they died, leaving you everything in their possession -- a hovercar and a few creds. Yesterday you flew to New London to see if you could get a job because the island was destroyed by a volcanic eruption. You crashed somewhere just outside the city, having no idea where the vehicle went, and lost consciousness."

He shook his head slightly. "Very interesting story. It'll just take a few moments to see if the name "Christmas" comes up in our databases. Lots of folks fled after the war."

"Well, it won't be," Mary interjected quickly, silently cursing herself.

This time there was no mistaking the feral smile. "Oh?"

Mary nodded, trying to come up with a quick explanation. "Well, why should it? It's not really their last name. They told me never to give that out." Oh yeah...that'll work, she thought sarcastically. What was she thinking?

"How convenient."

"Why's that?" Mary tried her best to look like a clueless ditz. Not so hard when she was acting like one in the first place. She couldn't understand what had got into her.

"Young lady, I don't think you understand the seriousness of your situation here," Hawkins said after a moment.

Before he could finish the thought, Mary piped up. "Yes I do! It's very serious. Everything I owned was in that hovercar, and now you say you can't find it. I'm all alone in the world with no money and no place to live."

Hawkins let out a sigh. He was probably bored to tears with the whole thing. "Look, I'm going to have to take you into the Yard for questioning. Unfortunately, your clothes were ruined, so you'll have to wear the hospital gown. I'll have Doctor Loggins give you a robe."

"But, I thought they had to keep me here for observation." Mary so did not want to go to the Yard. With the way her luck was running, Lestrade would recognize her and have her sent on the first prisonship to the asteroid belt.

Hawkins shook his head, "That was when Doctor Loggins thought you were...well that doesn't matter now. Come on, let's go."

Inspector James T. Hawkins was not having a good day. First, Beth had called and asked him to take her spot so she could go to the opera of all things. And signing off with her usual quote from Robert Louis Stevenson. All his life, he'd had the name, and the first time he got a job he liked he had to work with a book-nerd who never missed a chance to rib him about it.

He was very glad she didn't know what his middle name was. With his luck, she was probably a Trekkie as well.

After that, things had started going downhill. His girlfriend had walked out, saying she couldn't stand being a policeman's woman. It was too hard. His dog had gone and made a mess on the couch because he was leaving. Zedding temperamental beast. He hadn't had anything to eat since last night, and finally, to top it all off, he had been called to New London Memorial Hospital because Doctor Jan Loggins believed she had a hundred-year-old dead woman alive in one of her examination rooms.

He glanced out the corner of his eye at the girl sitting next to him. If she was Irene Adler, she had put on a lot of weight and was pretending to be stupid.

Besides, nearly everything in her story checked out. Except the name -- which was why she was being taken in for questioning.

A little while later, he stood with Chief Inspector Greyson, discussing the matter. Apparently, his friend Mary Christmas wasn't the only person to have come from out of nowhere.

"Two in one day! What'd you say happened to the other one?"

"Car crash, she said she was in a car crash."

Hawkins glanced at the other girl as she looked towards the room adjoining this one. He saw the look of shocked recognition on her face and knew before she said what she was going to say.

"Mary!"

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