An Annoying Fan Writer in New London
I was hoping to have more, but this is all I've had the
chance to write so far.
Joy*Starr backed away from the criminals that were advancing on
her. At least, until she heard the splashes her feet made as they
began to enter the water. She swallowed. Moriarty spoke to his
henchman. "Unfortunately, Fenwick, it appears that someone has
stumbled onto us in the midst of a crime." He grimaced and rubbed one
of his temples. "Why do these things always insist on happening to
me?" He walked forward with long strides that placed him next to
Joy*Starr in no time.
"I apologize for the inconvenience, my dear," he said as he
took a firm hold of her arm, "but we simply cannot have you running
off to alert the police -- or Holmes, for that matter -- to our doings.
You’ll just have to come along for the ride. An unwanted
inconvenience, but not one that is hard to overcome."
Joy*Starr groaned. "Of course I would land in the one place that would get me
into trouble," she muttered. "Why couldn’t I have appeared in Holmes’
flat or something?"
Moriarty glanced at his captive. "What in Heaven’s name do you
mean by ‘landed’ and ‘appeared’?"
Joy*Starr looked up at the tall man
and smiled weakly. "Oops?" she said lamely.
Moriarty chuckled. "This
day gets more interesting by the minute. Do go on, dear." He smiled
encouragingly; meanwhile tightening his grip in a way that Joy
understood was a threat.
Joy*Starr glared at him through her bangs. "If you insist, I
will tell you. Be forewarned, though, that you’ll think I belong in a
psychiatric ward afterwards."
Moriarty raised an eyebrow. "Try me," he
said dryly. The girl obliged.
"So, if your story is true, you’re from the past, and were
apparently sent here after being shocked with a lightning charge?"
Moriarty’s eyes became distant; Joy*Starr could practically see
the wheels turning in his head. "Fascinating." Then he looked at her
again. "I suppose we really must figure out something to do with you
for now; who knows what could happen if we keep you with us?"
With her free hand, Joy*Starr tucked a stray piece of blonde
hair behind her ear. ‘Why did I hafta land practically on top of my
hero’s arch-nemesis?’ she wondered miserably. At the moment, she was
being practically dragged along behind Moriarty, whose long strides
forced her to jog in order to keep up -- if it could even be called that.
She was still having enough trouble that she tripped every now and
When another stumble brought her to her knees, Moriarty was
forced to stop long enough for her to get up. He sighed. "The good
thing about having a teenage girl for a captive is that she’s not
strong enough to put up much of a struggle. The bad thing is that she
has trouble keeping up."
Joy got to her feet, panting. "It’s
not my fault you have such long legs. And I didn’t ask to stumble onto
your stupid plan either. I’d much rather be sightseeing in New London
and leaving you to Holmes." She glared at her captor. "And if I’d had
a choice in the matter, that’s exactly what I’d be doing!"
Moriarty chuckled in amusement.
‘He’s laughing....?’ Joy*Starr
"You are strangely confident for someone in your
situation, aren’t you?"
"What else d’you expect me to do?" she
snapped. "I was happily typing away at my computer, just getting ready
to go upstairs and eat my dinner. Then, as an unpleasant surprise,
lightning hits the power lines, surges into the computer, and
painfully knocks me out. Next thing I know, I’m on the beach. Not only
am I not in my own house anymore, I’m not in my own country, or even
in my own century for that matter! And where do I end up? It just so
happens that I land right in the path of Sherlock Holmes’ worst enemy.
And here I am, a captive. Again, I ask, whadja expect?!"
Any seriousness in the situation dissolved when Joy*Starr’s
stomach growled abruptly. Moriarty laughed again. "Sound effects to
punctuate your speech. Nice touch, m’dear."
Red with embarrassment,
Joy*Starr muttered, "I’m not your dear."
Rather than offending the
criminal mastermind, the statement only served to switch Moriarty to a
new line of thought. "Ah yes, we have yet to properly introduce
While still gripping her arm, Moriarty bowed. "I am Professor
James Moriarty. And who might I have the pleasure of addressing?"
Having nothing better to do -- and having blown off her steam for the
moment -- Joy*Starr decided to go along with it. Grasping the air as if
she were holding the hem of a dress, she pretended to curtsy.
"Joy*Starr, at your service."
The man paused. "What sort of a name is that? Is that the style
that was used in your...er...century?"
It took Joy*Starr a moment to
understand what he meant. "Oh." She laughed at herself. "I see.
Um...there’s a certain, uh, message board that I like to post on, see?
And Joy*Starr is the screen name that I use."
"Ah. Perhaps it might be
easier to address you by the name you were given at birth." "In that
case, th’ name’s Allie."
The man nodded. "Much more appropriate."
Fenwick clearing his throat nervously interrupted the
‘introductions’. "Perhapz, Mazter, we ‘ad better be going. Zat ‘Olmez
iz sure to being onto us in no time."
"For once, Fenwick, I agree with
you. And the matter of our little...’guest’...has yet to be resolved."
Allie rolled her eyes. ‘Guest’ wasn’t exactly the term she had in
mind. Then again, she’d heard so many understatements from Moriarty,
Holmes, and Lestrade before that one more wasn’t that big a
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