Even Across Worlds
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Ahhhh!!! I just started playing FFX and...it's taken over my
mind!!! HELP!!!! Heh. Anyway, I have this really weird idea for a
crossover...and since I haven't beat the game yet it'll be kinda,
well, based on what I've heard happens and my own gue..er,
deductions, yeah, that's the word I was looking for....
Prologue: It Begins
The wind blew lightly across the white sands of the beach,
lifting the young woman's sable hair and dropping it. The diminutive
figure stared out across the white capped waves of the blue ocean,
her expression disconsolate.
Four other figures stood inside a building, looking out at
the young woman. Two were female: one a blond teenager and the other
older, with raven tresses. The other two were male: a human and a
large cat-like creature known as a Ronso. The human had a shock of
red hair, and the Ronso was covered in blue fur.
After a few moments of watching the girl on the beach, the
teenager spoke up.
"I can't stand this! She's so unhappy. It's not fair." The
girl stood up and ran outside before any of the others could protest.
The other three looked at each other for a short moment before
following. The same thing had gone through their minds.
The young woman, sensing the others were coming, turned around
to face them with a forced smile. As she started to call out a
greeting, a swirling purple object appeared in between them. The
five of them stared at the object, not sure what to make of it.
Then the older woman raised her hands and cast a spell on it. A
mistake. The object imploded, and the five of them were pulled
Part 1: Introspections
The dark stormclouds blanketed the sky, turning day into
twilight. Jagged lances of lightning danced across the clouds every
few minutes, followed closely by the booming voice of thunder,
singing in cadence with the steady downpour.
Lestrade looked out the window of her office and shivered
slightly, tensing every time lightning flashed and thunder crashed.
She quickly tore her eyes away and stared down at the unfinished
report before her. It was the usual damage report, one she normally
would give anything to take her mind off of. But tonight, she wished
she could concentrate on it instead of the storm brewing outside.
After a few moments of flinching and losing her place each
time, she gave up. A particularly loud thunderclap startled her as
she stood up. Shaking her head at herself in disgust, she stomped
out of the office and stalked down the corridor.
What she needed was some time at home away from all this. It
was just stress, brought on by no vacation time since she started
earning it, and worrying too much about what Moriarty's next plan
could possibly be, along with the rest of the crime in the city,
and.... She shook her head again, this time with a rueful grin. She
really did need some vacation. Since today was officially her day
off, she could go home and relax, before asking Greyson for the next
two weeks off.
She ignored the small voice in the back of her mind telling
her she to stop lying to herself.
The same storm raged over the modest one story house in the
poor district, and went mostly unnoticed by the inhabitants who were
locked in an angry argument.
"It isn't fair! I've done all my chores and my 'omework! Why
can't I go with Wiggins?" The redheaded teenager glared at her
"Deidre, I don't want you hanging around with that trash. I
saw you in the Underground, a place noone law-abiding should be, ya?"
Deidre opened her mouth to protest that, then closed it again,
seeing the futility. Really, it was impossible to reason with someone
so unreasonable. He had to follow the law to the letter. And as for
her mother...well, she was completely insensitive. They were both
"Fine," she replied, "I'll be in my room if you need me."
Saying a quick apology in her head for the lie, she turned and
marched off to the back of the house and her messy bedroom. She
slammed the door behind her and locked it, then climbed out the
window into the pouring rain.
Holmes looked out the window, not seeing the storm, but
thinking on what he had just been told by the young woman sitting
across from him. Her silent companion still had not said a word, but
Holmes could feel his gaze. They reminded him of friends he had once
known, and had tried to forget about. After all, it did no good to
dwell on the past.
Finally, he turned back to them and shook his head. "I fear,
Miss Danfield, that I require more time to think on this. I will be
in touch." He winced in his mind at the curt dismissal, but he
wanted to get started on this case right away. It had the makings of
The young woman hesitated a moment before nodding
acquiescence. "I...I'm sorry for taking up your time, Mister
Holmes...." Her voice was small and hesitant, just like...Holmes
mentally shook his head and forced a smile to his face.
"I will be in touch, Miss Danfield," he assured her.
Her face broke into a smile and stood and walked out, her
companion following. Holmes watched them leave.
Eh...like I said, weird...if anybody can sorta tell where
I'm going with this...or even if you don't, and want me to continue,
tell me.... *shrugs*
On to Part 2!
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