MST: Uh Oh...Not Again....
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Hello once again, everybody....I've been having a lousy week...and the only
thing I've been able to do is start new stories...anyway, I was reading over some of
my older finished fics, and I got this idea...it's another MST, only with some of my
longer fics. This first one is "Cinderella, well sort of..." It's also not going to
be exactly the same...and, I'm going to have to break this first chapter up into
several parts as I'm pretty sure it won't all fit into one post....
Editor's Note: If you don't know why the characters know about Mary, you
might want to read her earlier work, "My Lovely MST". But
you can read this without reading that.
Chapter One: Slightly Skewed Fairy Tales and Deadly Glares
Sherlock Holmes frowned slightly as he gazed around the
monochromatic room. Everything was a brilliant sapphire,
including the two sofas, on each of which sat two people.
Including himself and Lestrade. He bent over her still
unconscious form and gently shook her shoulder. Her brows creased
in annoyance and she opened her eyes.
For one moment she simply stared at him, obviously disoriented.
Then she too noticed the odd decor and their strange companions.
Instantly she was sitting up and looking around, suspicion
filling her gaze, as well as rancor for whoever had done this.
Holmes stifled a grin. Miss Christmas would certainly not like to
meet Lestrade in a dark alley any time soon.
"All right, Lestrade?" he asked, knowing full well what her
answer was likely to be.
"All right?" Lestrade asked incredulously, twisting about to
look at him, "We're stuck again, prey to the whims of someone worse
than Moriarty, of all people!"
Holmes stifled his laughter, as his attention was caught by the
stirring of the people on the couch directly across from where he
and Lestrade sat, was a boy with dark hair, glasses, brilliant
green eyes, and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. His
companion was a girl about his age with bright red hair and
freckles. Both were looking slightly terrified and were clutching
long wooden sticks as if they were the only protection between
them and whatever was going on.
The boy met Holmes' gaze straight on despite this. "D'you know
what's going on?"
"I have my suspicions...." Holmes began, only to be cut off by
"Yeah, a really crazy person has kidnapped us and is probably
going to force us into reading terrible stories about us!" She
leveled her patented death glare on the boy, who leaned back as
far as he could.
"Now, Lestrade," Holmes admonished, "We do not want to alienate
our new friends." He adressed the next to the boy and girl, "I am
Sherlock Holmes and the glowering beast next to me is Beth
Lestrade." He completely ignored the "beast's" glower sent his
way for that.
The boy and girl relaxed a bit and the boy offered, "I'm Harry
Potter and this is Ginny Weasley."
Ginny smiled at Lestrade. "Boys can be so difficult, can't
Lestrade smiled for the first time since waking up here. "No
Before she could say anything else a sheaf of notebook paper
landed in her lap. Her eyes narrowed, and Holmes quickly
retrieved them before she could toss them away or tear them up.
Judging by the malicious glint, they were very lucky there
weren't any deadly weapons around.
Holmes cleared his throat, and began reading from the top
Lestrade's glower grew -- if that were possible, and she began
muttering dire threats beneath her breath. Holmes ignored her,
even as Harry and Ginny began whispering something to each other.
He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, and the looked at
him after grinning at each other as if they'd a secret.
"I suppose I should begin now; the sooner we get through this,
the sooner she'll get bored."
Lestrade grumbled some more but agreed.
Holmes cleared his throat and began....
Dear Holmes, Inspector Beth (do stop glaring, it'll give you
wrinkles and then what would Holmes think of you?), Harry and Ginny,
I suppose you're wondering what you're doing here; then again,
knowing Holmes and Lestrade, you already know. Or do you? Oh
well, it doesn't really matter does it? I'm in need of a good
laugh right now and You Guys are gonna provide it. Yep yep.
Holmes and Lestrade, you know the drill: Read the story!!!!!!
Holmes, I think you'd better read this first one though
because....well...you know. And no trying to get out of it!!!
You're trapped, okay? Good.
Cinderella, Well Sort Of.....
Lestrade: Oh, now there's an original title for you. (snorts)
Harry: I dunno, it sounds kinda...ominous to me....
Holmes: (scowls) If you don't mind? We've only got past the
Harry&Lestrade: (mumble) Sorry....
Once upon a time, in the fair land of New London...
Lestrade: (snorts again, but stays silent at a glare from Holmes)
Ginny&Harry: (look at each other in confusion)
Okay, so it wasn't so fair, what with all the pollution and
hovercraft filling the sky, blanketing it so that you couldn't even
really tell if it was blue or not....
Holmes: (pauses and glances at the others)
Others: (pretend innocence)
Anyway, one fine fog-filled day, a man's wife died. He had
loved her very much and was in mourning for her. However, they did
have a daughter whose name was Elizabeth.
Lestrade: Her name was what?!
Holmes: (calmly, and not a little impatiently) Elizabeth,
Lestrade: (groans) Why didn't I guess...why?
Ginny: Because you were holding out hope that this wouldn't happen?
Holmes: It does not matter (showing more impatience) May I continue
Harry: Do you really have to? (looks nervously at Lestrade, who is
clenching her hands into fists and gnashing her teeth together)
So, though he mourned inside, he knew he had to put on a
good face for her at least.
Two years had passed since the woman's death, and the man
was now married to a lovely woman named Edith who had two daughters of
Lestrade: (opens her mouth in outrage, but all that comes out is a
whimper as Holmes jabs her in the side and continues reading)
own that were the same age as Elizabeth. Their names were
Deidre and Mary. At first, the whole family got along pretty well.
Then, the man died, leaving everything to....Edith, Mary and Deidre!
There was nothing for poor Elizabeth, because Edith had changed the
will when no one was looking, and had had a French geneticist named
Fenwick poison her husband.
Ginny: How awful!! What a horrid woman! I know a few good hexes
that I'd like to try on her!
Harry: (nods in agreement)
Lestrade: (frowns) Hexes?
Ginny&Harry: (look at each other)
Ginny: Er...you're a muggle, aren't you?
Harry: (shakes his head slightly) Er...it doesn't
matter...just...keep on reading, 'kay?
As each of them were introduced, they all gave a little bow.
"It is a pleasure to speak with you at last, Miss Cinderella,"
the robot squeaked in a highly dignified little tone. "You always
looked so lonely sitting in that corner all by yourself. I wanted
to come speak with you...but there are rules against that. Unless
you accidentally overhear us, we cannot speak in your presence."
Lestrade: (sarcastically) Oh, that certainly explains
things...thank you very much...
That, of course, was the beginning of a beautiful... well,
okay, it was a very interesting friendship, to say the least.
Myst had learned (from Ghost, of course) that Cinderella could
talk to them, and very willingly chatted with her as she
completed the stable chores.
Ginny&Harry: (glance at each other)
Harry: Definitely Dumbledore.
The chickens and the birds that hung about the place didn't
speak, but then what else would you expect from such bird-brains?
The one cat they had was a calico and was absolutely worthless at
catching mice. She seemed to have more fun playing hide and go
seek with them. She didn't speak, either; but that was because
Cinderella had saved her from drowning, though not before there
was some slight brain damage. The kitty was a sweetheart, though,
and even the cold, tough hearts of her stepfamily were swayed by
the little thing. Kitty was her name.
Ginny: At least they aren't all bad...
And now, we finally come to the point I have been trying to
get at all this time.
Everyone: WELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME!
It had been five years since her father's death, and
Cinderella had all but forgotten life before this. It was a cold
and dreary day -- weather in London always being such most of the
time. (p.s. Don't try to figure that sentence out...it gave me a
headache too....) And we are going to completely change
perspectives on you because I feel like it.
Lestrade: (rolls her eyes) Gee, wouldn't be more obvious if you
just said it? Oh wait, you did...
At New Scotland Yard Castle
Lestrade: New Scotland Yard Castle? (laughs)
Ginny: (looks slightly confused)
Harry: (tentatively) Isn't New Scotland Yard the police?
Lestrade: *rolls her eyes*
(Yep, New Scotland Yard Castle....)
Holmes: Well, I think I'm done now...we all need to take a bit of a
Lestrade: Not so fast!! (snatches the papers away from him) Ah ha!
(begins reading now)
there lived a portly old king, who had a very annoying son
whose name was Sherlock. Now, Prince Sherlock was not satisfied
being a prince. In fact, all he wanted to do was detective work,
which was so much more satisfying. He had already caught the gold
smuggler, the guy who was embezzling funds and a whole bunch of
Lestrade: (scowls and hands Holmes back the papers) That is totally
unfair...you get to stay in character and I don't!
On this particular day, however, King Charles was adamant.
Lestrade: (gapes) King...Charles? She can't mean...can she? (starts
laughing) Oh if only the chief were here!
"No, no and no again! How many times do I have to tell you
that you cannot be a detective! That is what the royal guard is
"Father, no offense, but the men in the royal guard
couldn't find their way out of this castle if it weren't for the
clearly marked exit signs." One of these brilliantly lit neon
signs blew a circuit and went out, right over the king's head.
Lestrade: (sighs) Forced humor, now there's a novel idea for you...
"Right. Well, I tell you what. Since you'll be king someday,
it would be good for you to be able to keep your kingdom safe.
So, I'll let you be a detective. On one condition, however."
Sherlock smiled, knowing he had it won. "Anything, Father."
"You will be married by this time next month."
Lestrade: Oh!!! I knew something like that was coming....
"What!" Sherlock was shocked. His father looked incredibly
pleased by this, judging by the smug smile on his face. However,
Sherlock knew that the man was simply trying to get him to back
down. As much as he hated the thought of marriage, it was the
lesser evil. "Very well, Father, but I expect to have a choice in
the matter. All eligible females in the kingdom. And by eligible
I mean of marriageable age, not bank account." The king gaped at
his son, but knew there was no way out. Oh, well, you can't win
them all. He instantly sent for the Grand Duke and Sherlock's
best friend Watson. Watson was a robot, but who really cares?
Ginny: A robot, really? Er...what's a robot?
Harry: It's a muggle thing that erm...acts like a person...I
Lestrade: (nods) Yup...though, I'm still not sure what a muggle
"Watson, I want you to get this notice out immediately. All
females of marriageable age are required...er..okay, are invited
to attend a ball in the prince's honor."
Lestrade: (pouts) Even the chief gets to be somewhat in character!!
That is not fair!
Harry: (in an odd, mysterious sounding voice) But that's the way it
is, isn't it?
Ginny: (also in an odd, mysterious sounding voice) Them's mine!!
Give 'em back!
Harry&Ginny: (look at each other and then back at the other two)
Holmes&Lestrade: (in exasperation) Mary.
"A ball? Now wait a minute, Father...."
"No, no, son, this is the best way to catch them out. You'll
get to meet them all, talk to them, dance with them, and decide.
Now you go on and do your detective stuff."
Sherlock could only agree and walked out.
And now, we skip a couple of days ahead to the market square
where Watson is nailing up (what? you don't understand? Oh, well,
then, let me explain...I don't really, either. It's not supposed
to make sense. Just go with it, okay?)
Lestrade: (glaring at nothing in particular) Do we have a choice?
a flyer. When he had done and walked off (not before Deidre
had got a couple of very nice jewels off him) Edith, Mary and
Deidre shoved their way to the front of the crowd. The flyer read
as follows: Attention all females of marriageable age. You are
required...er, okay, invited to attend a ball in the prince's
honor, one month from two days ago. We expect...er, hope to see
you there. All the women in the marketplace squealed happily and
ran home. The dressmakers were required to provide materials for
ballgowns for free, since a lot of the girls couldn't afford
their exorbitant prices. And so followed a month of frenetic
energy. Poor Cinderella didn't even have that short time to
herself any longer, what with helping her sisters with their
dresses along with cooking, cleaning, sewing, mending, washing,
etc. Anyway, during one afternoon session of trying to convince
Mary to put on her corset (those things are torture devices! Much
worse than bras!)
Harry&Holmes: (flush with embarrasment suddenly)
Ginny&Lestrade: (roll their eyes)
Cinderella tentatively brought up the question about going
to the ball. Not that she really wanted to go. She didn't like
corsets, either. It was, however, a chance to know more than this
provincial life. (Oops, wrong movie....)
Everyone: (looks confused)
Lestrade: Trust Mary to put in half-understood references...
Edith looked down her nose at Cinderella, then smiled a
nasty but beautiful smile. "But of course you can go Cindy
dear...after you have completed your chores, you can make
yourself a dress."
With a sinking heart, Cinderella realized that would never
happen, and she made her way down to the stables to finish
mucking out the single stall, even though it never seemed to be
dirty. Myst was an odd horse.
Ginny: I think you're right, Harry.
Harry: (nods sagely)
What Cinderella didn't know was that her dear mousey
friends, and the rat too, had overheard what was going on. They came
up with a plan of their own.
"Okay," Alicia said, "we're gonna make her a dress. That
way, when the night comes, it'll be done whether or not she's
finished her chores or not. Right? Right."
"I do believe that is the most intelligent thing I've ever
heard you say, my dear Alicia," Ratigan purred.
"Shove it, second most evil criminal mastermind in the
world!" Alicia snarled. "And don't say my name like that. It gives me
"Yes yes yes!" Basil crowed, "here we are. Now we just need
Ghost and Kitty's help in keeping the witches away."
And so Cinderella's loyal friends (and the rat) made her a
dress. Though it wasn't the most stylish thing, it was rather
lovely. Anyway, the night of the ball came, and the four (and the
rat) presented it to her with a flourish.
Harry: Mary can't be too bad...I mean it seems as though she
doesn't much like rats...
Others: (glance at him in confusion)
Lestrade: You don't like rats?
Harry: (stutters and flushes) Er...well...you see...not really.
"Oh, you guys...it's a good thing I finished my chores only
a few minutes ago. Hurry, help me get it on! They'll leave
without me!" So with much hustle, and a lot of work (Come on,
guys, she's a full grown human and they are like way smaller....)
they finally got the dress on. Of course she was still covered in
soot, but oh well.
Lestrade: (hits her head with her hand) "Of course she was still
covered in soot, but oh well." I just don't...grr....
She ran down the stairs, to find her stepmother and sisters
already gone. There was no way she could catch up even if she did
ride Myst, who was left behind since one they had used a rental
coach. (Just to look more classy than everybody else.)
Harry: They sound just like the Dursleys.
Cinderella slumped to the ground in defeat. The grass was
wet from the rain, but she didn't care. Alicia, Basil and Dawson
all climbed onto her shoulders, and Ghost padded over and laid
his head in her lap. "Thanks anyway, you guys. At least I know
I'll always have you."
"Not so fast, my dear," a deep masculine voice said from
behind her. They all turned around to see a man wearing a frilly
pink dress, with a low bodice showing his chest hair, and a curly
white wig. The whole effect was extremely incongruous, especially
with the long, dark black sideburns, and goatee.
Lestrade: (frowns) Wait a minute....
He carried a tiny toy fairy wand -- you know the kind they
have in with the fairy costume for Halloween? Yeah. Cinderella
very carefully kept the grin off her face, as did Ghost, Vole,
Basil and Dawson. Ratigan, of course, was nowhere near as
reserved, and downright guffawed. "Who are you supposed to be?"
the rat asked between laughs. "Cindy's fairy godmother?"
"As a matter of fact, vermin, I am," the man said with a
sort of hurt dignity, "I am also the world's greatest criminal genius,
Lestrade: (suddenly lands on the floor, shaking uncontrollably)
Harry: Are you all right?
Lestrade: (gasping for breath between giggles)
Holmes: (grinning in spite of himself) Too bad he isn't here, eh?
This only set the rat to laughing even more. "Oh...yeah...
right...I suppose you were cloned by an evil French geneticist
who thought he would control you but you ended up controlling him
Lestrade: You think?
"Now," Moriarty said, ignoring the rat, "I am going to need
a dog, a horse, four mice or rats, and a pumpkin."
Cinderella blinked, not entirely certain she should trust this
person. "We don't have any pumpkins."
Lestrade: Go me again!
Moriarty rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh.
"Fine. Do you have anything at all that is living that has a round
"Why, yes," Dawson supplied helpfully, "there are the tulip
bulbs that have yet to be planted."
"Excellent," Moriarty exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.
"Now just bring all the items to me."
Cinderella, still not certain she should trust him, did as
he bid anyway. First she went to the stable and opened Myst's
stall. Then she proceeded to gather up a tulip bulb, which she
carried carefully back to where the others stood waiting.
The fairy godmother motioned for Cinderella to stand back as
he lifted the toy wand. Tiny sparks flew from it, and a strange
mechanical chamber as large as the house appeared beside him,
along with a horridly disfigured man.
"My magic is limited," Moriarty explained with a shrug, "All
right, Fenwick, the tulip first."
The weird little man did as he was told and placed the bulb
inside the chamber, an insignificant speck against the yawning
cavern. He then walked over to the side and pulled a lever. A
heavy metal door slammed shut. Fenwick pressed a few buttons, and
from within the chamber a flash of light could be seen.
Afterwards, the door opened and there, sitting in regal splendor
was an ivory coach in the shape of a tulip. "Now the rat goes
next," Moriarty said, while Fenwick, surprisingly strong for such
a short person, pulled the coach out.
Ratigan protested. "I am not a RAT!" and tried to run away.
However, Moriarty quickly captured him and threw him into
the chamber. "Yes, you are." When the flashing light thing was
done, out stepped a man dressed in white livery with gold trim.
"Fenwick, you imbecile! The rat and the mice are supposed to be
Lestrade: What, you actually expected him to perform to your
"S...sorry, master. Et weel not 'appen again."
"It had better not! Now, try and match the other three to
this horse, and turn the dog into the other human! Immediately!"
The rest of the transformations went without mishap and soon
four beautifully matched white horses stood harnessed to the
ivory-colored tulip-shaped coach. Ratigan was the footman (it was
too much of a hazard to let him have the driving whip) and Ghost
was the driver.
"Now, for you, my dear," Moriarty said with a smile.
Cinderella backed away slowly. She didn't really have to go
to this ball, and who knew if that thing was actually safe?
"Oh, don't be absurd," the man exclaimed, "I'm going to use
my limited magic to clean you up and make you more presentable."
"Oh," was all she could manage...Yeah, right. "Um...why is
your magic limited, anyway?"
"I'm only a part-time fairy godmother," was the reply. Then
he waved his toy wand and suddenly she was wearing a beautiful white
ballgown -- and of course this wouldn't be Cinderella without the
glass slippers. Moriarty also handed her a mask. "So your family won't
recognize you. I can only imagine the heck you'll have to pay if they
Lestrade: Okay, this is just way too...weird...Moriarty being
nice...there has to be a catch....
Holmes: Be careful what you wish for Lestrade...if you recall, Mary
and most of her friends seem to think Moriarty has a crush on you.
Harry: (thinks a moment and then...) Sounds as bad as if Snape had
a crush on...well, on anybody, really....
Ginny: (shudders) I would definitely feel sorry for that poor
Lestrade: (begins looking annoyed) I'm beginning to wonder what you
two are doing here at all.
Ginny: (looks faintly alarmed)
Harry: (just shrugs and grins)
As the coach was pulling away, Moriarty called out a
warning. "Remember, you have to be back by midnight! The genetic
changes are unstable and won't last past that. And as I said, my
magic is limited. Have fun!"
Lestrade: (still glancing suspiciously at the two teenagers--mimics
the tone of the story) And it wouldn't be a Cinderella story
And we're switching perspectives again.
Lestrade: Don't you just love when she informs us of these things?
Dull, dreadfully dull. That was all Sherlock could think of
as he stood greeting each of the guests who entered the castle.
Not a one of them was interesting in the least. Oh, they might
have one or two points that would intrigue him, but he soon had
the mystery solved and was once again bored out of his mind. Now,
he was greeting the last three, and he was in a slight panic. How
could he choose from this lot?
Lestrade: Again! He is....
Holmes: I most certainly am not in character. For one thing I would
have left "New Scotland Yard Castle" long before any of this
would ever have had a chance to come about...now leave it at
Lestrade: (appears contrite)
The smallest of the two girls, Deidre, was obviously a thief
and most likely the one that had the Guard completely baffled.
Though that showed she had brains, he simply wasn't interested.
Her sister Mary, a plump young woman, was rather vacuous and
didn't seem at all interested in him or the proceedings. He
smiled at their mother and made all the appropriate remarks, then
quickly walked away.
Surely this couldn't be all the girls in the kingdom? He was
And then it happened. She walked in. A young woman with dark
brown hair fixed into little ringlets atop her head. She had on
an ivory-colored dress that shimmered as she walked, and glass
slippers clinging to her dainty feet. But that wasn't the most
interesting thing about her. Oh goodness no! Out of all the
guests, she was the only one to wear a mask! It was...intriguing,
mysterious, an enigma. Who was this young lady that she didn't
want to be known? Surely with her beauty she would want all to
gaze upon her. Perhaps that was it. She probably had scars
or...no, he simply had to find out for himself.
Lestrade: Is the thing almost over?
Ginny&Harry: (like little kids) Is it over yet, is it over yet, is
it over yet, is it over yet...?
Lestrade: (scowls) I meant 'was it almost over', because I don't
want to read a smarmy love scene, thank you very much!
Ginny&Harry: (grin secretly at each other)
Ignoring all the others, he walked towards her as if in a
trance. He reached the stairs just as her name was announced.
"Lady Elizabeth of Jewel."
Jewel. He had never heard of it, and it added to her aura of
Lestrade&Holmes: (dryly) That's because it doesn't exist
Ginny&Harry: (grin again)
"Lady Elizabeth," he said softly. Her face jerked towards
him, and he was pierced by brilliant blue eyes that were filled
with...discomfort? He grinned. "I perceive you do not want to be
here, m'lady," he said, giving a gallant bow.
The girl's lips quirked up into a grin. "How very perceptive
of you, sir."
"Ah, but I make it my life's work to observe that which
ordinary folk overlook. They look without seeing, but I, I truly see."
"Oh, really? Then can you see that I am going to leave now?"
The girl turned to walk out.
"Wait!" he called, "But give me one dance, and we shall see
if I cannot convince you to stay, at least for a little while longer."
Holmes: (glaring at Lestrade) Will you please desist?
Lestrade: (who has been laughing uproariously, wipes tears from her
eyes) "But give me one dance and...and...." (starts laughing again)
Holmes: (huffs and begins reading some more)
The girl turned back to him, surprise evident in those
sparkling eyes. "I...all right." She accepted his hand and he
pulled her onto the dance floor, just as the orchestra struck up
"Do you know the prince?" she asked suddenly.
He glanced into her eyes again, startled. Was she joking?
No, she truly did not know. "We've...met. So, tell me is that all
you came here for? To see if you could succeed where others have
failed, in securing the prince's hand?"
Lady Elizabeth snorted, a rather inelegant unladylike sound.
He loved it. "Hardly. I just...wanted a change of pace, if you know
what I mean."
There ensued a lively conversation that quickly turned into
a stimulating argument. The song ended, but he was in no mood to
end the discussion and led her out to the balcony, where they
continued on until they both actually agreed on something, at
which point they broke down into gales of laughter. Sobering up,
he took one of her hands. "Can I not have just one look at your
face, lovely lady?"
Lestrade: (still laughing, falls on the floor again)
"I...oh no!" The clock was striking the midnight hour, and
the girl stood up and ran through the ballroom and out the door.
He watched, rather dumbfounded, then gave chase. It was too late,
however. All that was left of the enigmatic girl was a glass
slipper that had slipped off her foot in her haste.
"Well," Watson said, coming up beside him, "it will be an
impossible task to find this girl. That shoe could fit any small-footed beauty."
"On the contrary, Watson," Sherlock corrected. "Do you not
see that this shoe was tailor-made to fit only one foot? It would
make for an uncomfortable wear should one to whom it does not
belong try it on. Come, Watson! The game is a foot!"
All except Lestrade: (groan)
Lestrade: (is still laughing)
(Okay, I just had to do that...)
Back to Cinderelly's point of view....Cinderella, even
though the coach crashed just outside the gates of the house, was
in a wonderful mood. Sure she'd never see that man again, or even
know his name. But she still had her memories, and one glass
slipper. Doing her stepmother and sisters' bidding would not be
Lestrade: (stops laughing) What?! Holmes, tell me you read that
Holmes: (smirks and shows her the paragraph)
Lestrade: (simmers) Oh! When I get my hands on that....
The thought of her stepmother reminded her that she needed
to get Myst back into his stall, and change into her normal rags.
She quickly finished, and was just sitting down on the stool by
the fire when the girls and their mother walked in.
"Zedding prince!" Deidre exclaimed, "'E didn't even talk to
anyone. Passed us right up, 'e did!"
"So?" Mary countered, "You didn't want to marry him, anyway."
"You didn't, either!"
Lestrade: (indignantly) She even has herself and Deidre in
character!!! (begins hyperventilating)
Harry: (holds up his wand and mutters something)
Lestrade: (calms down and begins smiling, as if she had been having
the most wonderful day ever)
Ginny: (whispers to Harry) Cheering Charm?
Harry: (nods and whispers back) I figured I'd better before she
hurt herself...(looks slightly unsure of himself) Technically we're
still in school so....
Ginny: (nods quickly) I don't think the Ministry'd be able to find
us here anyway.
"That is enough, girls!" Edith shouted. "Now go up to your
rooms; you're giving me a headache!" The woman turned to
Cinderella and sneered. "Be grateful you got to sit here all
alone, because you would have been more embarrassed than us. All
that dreadful prince could do was dance and talk with that girl.
Lady Elizabeth of Jewel indeed. I ought to jewel her!" This last
was thrown over her shoulder at the girl as she walked upstairs.
Harry: That sounds a lot like....
Lestrade: (still grinning) Who cares?
Holmes: There, you see, Lestrade? I'm sure Miss Presbury would never
do those things.
Lestrade: (mutters under her breath) You've never seen her at the
wrong time of the month....
Cinderella waited until she was sure she was alone before
turning to Ghost. "I...talked to the prince! Not just talked, I
actually argued with him! Oh, how silly he must think me. 'Do you
know the prince?' Well, it's a good thing he won't ever know who
I am, right?"
"Maybe...." Ghost said, his tone unconvinced.
"Eck," Ratigan said, suddenly popping up from behind the
firewood. "Remind me never to hide behind that again. Bunch of
blockheads down there."
Everyone: Ha. Ha.
"Sure thing, Ratty, but aren't you one of them?" Alicia said
Lestrade: I think I like this mouse version of me...at least SHE'S
"I AM NOT A RAT!"
"Quiet!" Cinderella hissed, "And yes, you are! Allie, don't egg
him on, please?"
"I find it rather amusing," Basil stated, scampering up to
Cinderella's shoulder. "Ah, you know, it is very interesting to
view the world from another creature's point of view? I think
I'll write a monogram on it." Having said his piece, he jumped
down and sauntered off to do just that. Dawson scurried after
him, followed closely by Alicia and Ratigan.
Holmes: (pauses and scowls at the page before continuing)
Cinderella smiled, shaking her head at their antics, then
lay down on her skimpy, hard pallet by the stove. Sleep soon
claimed her and she was off dreaming about the prince.
The next morning she was awakened by a loud wailing.
Lestrade: I'll bet anyone here a fiver that it's Deidre.
Harry: I say it's Mary....
Ginny: (shakes her head) I don't even know what a 'fiver' is....
(A/N: Neither do I...I just heard it somewhere....)
It was Deidre.
Lestrade: Ha!! I knew it!
Standing up quickly, she walked towards the living area,
only to find a strange robot and...the prince! sitting on the sofa.
"I am telling you, it won't fit her," the prince was saying,
"not only does the structure of her foot not match, I remember
her face! Just as I have remembered all their faces!" The
particular girl he had remembered here happened to be Mary, who
didn't look too keen on trying on the glass slipper in the
robot's hands. "The girl I am looking for was wearing a mask!
Therefore, I would not know her face. So why do you insist on
this foolish business?"
"Because your father ordered me to."
Lestrade: Yup, that's Watson all right...before he became Watson...
Lestrade: Long story....
"Oh!" the prince groaned. "Very well, keep on!"
Of course the shoe most certainly did not fit Mary's foot.
Cinderella quickly ducked from the room, but not before her stepmother
caught sight of her.
"Your Highness," Edith said, "you are going to marry the girl
whose foot this glass slipper fits?"
Lestrade: (sarcastically) No, he's just out to solve a mystery
"No. I am just out to solve a mystery."
Lestrade: (blinks) What? You mean Mary is actually going to make
this a non-romance?
"Well, then, Cindy dear, come on out."
Cinderella gaped at her stepmother with wide eyes. She was
slightly hurt that prince didn't want to marry her, but then, it
was as she had thought. He thought she was just a silly girl
whose name he had to discover so that his mind would be at rest.
With a small sigh, she walked into the room, avoiding everyone's
The robot helped her to sit on the sofa, and took off her worn
workboot. The prince clapped in satisfaction. "Oh, yes, yes, this
is perfect. The structure is a perfect match. Now let me see your
Cinderella looked up at the prince as the robot slipped the
glass slipper onto her foot. She was shocked to see him smiling
as if in triumph. "And now, dear lady, if you would consent to
take my hand in marriage, I would be a most happy man."
Lestrade: (groans) Spoke too soon...
"I thought you said you wouldn't be marrying the girl whose
foot fit that slipper," Edith exclaimed, outraged.
"My dear lady, I lied. You see, when you asked that question,
you looked back at the kitchen area. Now, ordinarily that would
cause no comment. However, the young woman who came to the ball
wore a mask. Why would she do such a thing? Because she didn't
want to be recognized. I simply inferred from that that you had
suddenly come to the conclusion that your stepdaughter was the
young woman, and that you were making sure I wasn't going to ask
her before letting her come out. Very clever, but not clever
enough, I fear."
Holmes: (sighs again, but doesn't say anything)
"Oh, bravo!" Basil stated coming out of his little hole.
"Who are you, sir, that I might mmmph!" Alicia popped out and
pulled him back inside with a little apologetic squeak.
"Well?" the prince questioned, his voice uncertain.
"Yes. I will marry you!"
And so everybody lived happily ever after. Well, almost
everybody. Poor Ratigan was hounded every day for the rest of his
life by Basil, Alicia and Dawson. Moriarty, the fairy godmother,
quit that part time job and went full time into being a criminal
Lestrade: I knew it!!
though King Sherlock and his wife Queen Elizabeth stopped
every single one of his ventures. The king and queen had two
children, a boy and a boy. (Sorry, I've always wanted to do
that....) Mary took off with Ghost and Myst to who knows where.
Deidre met some undercover Guard people that Sherlock actually
trusted and became one of them. Their names were Wiggins and
Tennyson. Edith moved back in with her father and step-mother,
who was a much better stepmother than she had been....
Holmes placed the sheaf of papers on the floor and breathed a
sigh of relief. Harry and Ginny began whispering with each other,
while Lestrade scowled at them both.
"They're up to something," she muttered.
Holmes nodded, but before he could respond further, a table
appeared in between the couches, laden with food.
A/N: Okay!!! If anyone wants to continue this little ficcie
with their own fics or mine go right ahead....I'm afraid I didn't
do too good a job....Plenty of Mary bashing available!!!
On to Part 2!
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