Return from Death

Part 1

by Kelsey Jackson (harry_potter00910 at msn.com)
12/16/02

Hey! I will send the first part right now in this reply....

March 22,2103
New York Revival Center
New York, USA

"OK, all operations are ready!" said a man in a big white suit.

"Her heart rate is normal, and it seems that she could wake up any second now," said another.

The girl was waking up slowly with her eyes half shut. Then the first words finally came out of the young girl. "uh? Where...where am I?" asked the girl.

"In the 22nd century...um....Cassie," said the man holding a locket in his hand. He was looking at the back of the locket. They didn't know who her parents were because the locket was sealed shut.

"How did you know my name?"

"Your locket...." he replied, "but anyway my name is Jason."

Cassie looked at everything strangely, like she wasn't from this century.

"What's that?" she said, pointing at the computer, "and that, and that?"

"Well, those are...wait just a darn minute. What century are you from, girl?"

"I think it's the 19th."

"WHAT!!!!!"

"Yeah, that's it."

"O good God. Well, they say that your father is still alive...but i find that very hard to believe," said Jason

"My father! I remember something about my father. He had blond hair and he had a well-made body and he was an Englishman."

"An Englishman...what about your mother?" asked Jason.

"She was, too," Cassie replied.

"But you have an American accent."

"I was around Americans a lot of the time when I was..." She looked in the glass. "...younger that is...."

"Oh, I see. So you must've picked it up then."

"Yeah, you would think so...."

"Well, let's get you some brand new clothes then," Jason said, and took Cassie's hand and took her to the mall.

After a while Cassie was told she had to live a life on the streets till they got somebody to help her find her father...but it all wasn't too easy. Cassie became a street gang leader and defined the facted of getting help from anybody but herself. New Scotland Yard had tried to catch her for the past 2 weeks but they always came back with nothing till they decided to call in the big daddy...er...Sherlock Holmes, into the case.

June 29, 2103
New London

Sherlock just got off the phone with the NYYO (New York Youth Office) and was told that there was a girl who just needed to be caught and then helped to find her beloved father.... Sherlock agreed to both of the assignments and got the first hoverplane there, along with his dear friends Dr. John Watson and Lestrade.

12:43 PM
New York

"Hmm?" sherlock thought, "where can this girl be?"

"You're telling me you don't know? Ha! That's a laugh!" laughed Lestrade.

"Very funny...OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE SHE IS, YOU AIRHEAD!" Sherlock yelled.

Lestrade stood there and then said, "You're good, really good!"

"Shhhh! There she is," said Watson.

"Good job, Watson. You found our girl. Now let's move. We have to catch her, and they said it wouldn't be an easy task."

"Shhh...I hear something...come out, whoever you are!" said Cassie.

"Okay, then, my dear...I am Sher...."

"Ya, ya, ya, you're Sherlock Holmes. I know."

"Well, that's good." Sherlock looked at her and thought how much she looked like his daughter...Cassie Holmes...she died in 1888 when Moriarty threw her off a boat into freezing cold waters that killed her...Sherlock felt a tear in his eye..he wiped it from his eye and told himself that he would never give up hope of getting his beloved daughter back into his arms once again...he could feel the warmth of his daughter's body in his mind...oh, how much he wished he could share that feeling with her once again.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?" asked Watson.

Sherlock stood silent and then walked over to Cassie.

"Uh?" Cassie started to move backwards.

"Don't be afraid," said Sherlock softly. "I won't hurt you."

He put his hand on the side of her face. She wasn't shocked; she smiled and replied by putting her hand on top of his own. Sherlock looked at her more closely.

"I want to help you, dear Cassie."

"Find my father, right?"

Sherlock nodded his head. "Yes, that's all. I won't hurt you...I promise."

Sherlock took her hand and helped her walk to the hovercraft. Somehow these two were going to be bonded in no time...it was like they had known each other for hundreds of years.

July 1
New London

Cassie was settleing in to her new home...er...place to stay, and she and Sherlock became more bonded each day. It was now day three of the search... and they still hadn't found her father.

"Wake up, Cassie, breakfast time," said Sherlock, shaking her body to try to wake her up.

"Uh....oh, good morning, Sherlock," Cassie replied, "what's for brunch?"

"Hashbrowns, bacon, and grilled cheese sandwiches."

"Sounds good to me!" she replied with a big smile on her face.

Cassie ran down the staircase down to the table. "WOW! It smells so good...I can't wait any longer...I want to have some food!!"

"What do you say?...."

"Please and thank you."

"Just please will do."

Sherlock put a plate on the table and Cassie started to dig in the second it was placed on the table. Sherlock laughed...he liked the fact that someone liked his cooking (unlike Lestrade who always barfed after eating it). Then Cassie held out her plate and said, "More, please."

"Seconds? You must really like my cooking...okay, Cassie, but that's it. You don't want to overdo it for lunch, now, do you?" asked Sherlock.

"No, Holmes...you're right, just one last plate."

After lunch, Sherlock sat down with Cassie and tried to get some facts out of her about her father. He tried desperately.

"Cassie do you remember anything about your father?"

"Ya, he looked kinda like you."

"Now, Cassie...."

"He did, I swear on his life he did! and he was a Englishman too!"

"Cassie, I know you want to stay with me but...."

"I'm telling the truth, Sherlock...don't you believe me?"

"Well...I guess." Sherlock stared at her. Maybe she was telling the truth, he thought. Maybe she's my daughter. Maybe I am her father, he thought to himself over and over.Then he went over to Cassie and kissed her on the forehead.

Cassie was shocked. She wanted to say something but she couldn't. Then the videophone rang.

"I'll get that," said Sherlock. It was Tennyson. He wanted to see Cassie face to face, so Sherlock asked if he would like to come down along with the other Irregulars.

After they arrived they sat and talked with Cassie.

"So, Cassie, how old are you?" asked Deidre.

"Eleven," she replied.

"Beep blu beep beep," said Tennyson.

Sherlock laughed. "You must have good taste for girls there, Tennyson. He asked if you would go out with him."

Cassie stared at Tennyson. She walked over to him, pulled down his bandana and kissed him on the lips. Tennyson was red in the face.

"I don't know, but I will tell you when I get an answer, okay?" she asked.

Tennyson nodded his head yes.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Cassie. We have to get going now, Holmes. Bye guys," said Wiggins.

Sherlock looked at Cassie and Cassie looked at him, and for no reason she hugged him....tight. Sherlock smiled.

11:18 PM

Sherlock peeked over at Cassie...she was fast asleep by the fire. Sherlock went over to her and picked her up and put her in bed. He tucked her in and kissed her goodnight...He thought how he used to do that to his daughter, and then shut off the lights and closed the door.

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