To Know What Is Real

by Racheal
4/14/03

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Sherlock Holmes and Lee Dupiax, the thirteen-year-old brother of Neeve Dupiax (The Americans) chased after Q-Kam through the warehouse. They had to catch her, make this supposedly high and mighty being tell them what she had done to Hiyu. Why had she shrunk him down to only three inches, then sent back in a box? Bloody -- drugged so they would believe he was dead, murdered by her.

Lee jumped over a crate as Kam ran towards a window that led out onto the docks. Holmes circled around to trap the wench between. She dove to the side, pressing down on a crate. Time for a moment stood still as the floor fell away from under Lee and Holmes. They fell ever so slowly till they hit the cold water, submerging.

The two quickly swam to the surface. Before they could make sense of what was happening, loud music came on; bright color flooded the room, flashing, changing. Below, something shook; the water spun faster, faster, down and down. They were being pulled down in a whirlpool, under the water. They each caught a quick breath before being pulled down.

My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice

The music seemed to pound at them from every side. Below the water's surface it could be seen that it was a funnel-shaped room...that was growing deeper? It was expanding wider and wider as well. How could this be? Spikes were growing out of the sides as they were being pulled down towards watery death.

Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye,
good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Holmes caught one spike with his hand, tried to catch Lee's hand, missed! Lee hit a spike, his thigh bled into the water and even that flashed a sickening green, yellow and red. He lost consciousness from the wound, drifting downward in the water like a broken toy boat long abandoned by an ungrateful child.

Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is
all right for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style

Holmes knew something wasn't right; if he didn't fix it soon Lee would drown -- another boy damaged because of his mere existence. He tried to reach Lee again. Missed.

Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye,
good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Holmes suddenly knew. His walking stick hung to his hand that clung to the spike; taking it up with his free hand, he lifted it up and swung at the wall; sparks flew. The walls, water and music flickered and failed. Holmes fell; Lee fell near him lifelessly. They were in the black and orange grid of a holodeck.

Editor's Note: Includes lyrics from "The Porpoise Song" by Gerry Goffin and Carole King, covered by the Monkees and The Church.

THE END

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