Till Death Do Us Part
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
"How are they doing?"
Martin Fenwick looked up from the readings he was taking,
stifling his annoyance at being interrupted. One did not express
annoyance with Professor James Moriarty. Instead, he forced an
obeisant smile and bowed deferentially to what was supposed to
have been his greatest creation.
"They are still unconscious, Master, but that is to be expected.
They were in stasis for much longer than intended. They may never
Fenwick winced as Moriarty smiled congenially and placed a
friendly hand on his shoulder.
"Make sure that they do, Fenwick, because if they do not, I
shall know that it was done purposefully."
The geneticist stammered out his understanding. How Moriarty
always seemed to know what he was thinking was beyond him, but it
terrified him. It had been enough at the beginning to let the
clone take charge, and it was enough to allow him to stay in
The master criminal smirked and sauntered over to the large
coffin-like machines that filled half the space in the cavernous
basement. There were three in all, and each one contained a man
in suspended animation. They had been like that for a hundred
years or more, and Moriarty was going to recruit them, train them
in the ways of the future. Moriarty's ways, anyway.
"Call me when they wake." And with that, Moriarty left Fenwick
fuming to himself.
No matter how angry, Fenwick would never go against his
master's wishes, though. That lingering fear kept him firmly in check --
much like a dog on a leash.
Besides, this was a challenge he could not resist. Who were these
men, and why did they place themselves in the cryogenic chambers?
Did they know that tremors from the explosion that knocked this
building down would drastically change the settings from a few
months to several decades?
It would be worth all the threats in the world to be able to
speak with them. Certainly Moriarty and Holmes were historical
figures, but they were larger than life. These three men were
ordinary folk -- perhaps even scientists like himself. They wouldn't
suffer from delusions of grandeur.
He began humming a cheerful tune, his spirits restored. Finishing
up his last task, he took his leave for the evening. He didn't
notice the faintly glowing red light that suddenly activated.
It was dark and cold. He couldn't feel his extremities. He began
to panic until memory returned.
Arsene Lupin the Third gave a sigh of relief. He was in the
cryogenic chamber, and soon the thawing process would begin.
Normally, he would have been asleep still, and the other two
would be, but he had programmed the machine to wake him just
before the timer was finished so that he could manually open it
from the inside.
He chuckled to himself, knowing that Haagen's gems were tucked
safely away in each of the chambers. This had been one of his
best plans -- no, it was the best. He couldn't wait to see the look
on Zenigata's face. And Fujiko...Lupin experienced a moment of
guilt, but only a moment. He wondered if she'd hug him, kiss him
or slap him silly. Maybe a combination....
"Ah, it's about time," he muttered as light suddenly flooded his
vision. He quickly punched in the manual release code and waited
while the sealed door lifted. He was still chilled, but that was
nothing a warm drink and a heater wouldn't fix up.
He blinked a few times to let his eyes get used to the
semi-darkness of Haagen's basement. When they had, he had to blink a
few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Dammit," he
muttered, and set about the process of waking the other two up.
It wasn't just all the extra machinery around, or the fact that
there was no debris whatsoevever that had him worried. It was the
settings on the chambers. They had obviously been changed, right
after he had set them. He had to get Jigen, Goemon and himself
out of there fast.
Out of habit, he checked the hidden compartments as he waited. To
his surprise, the gems were still there.
"Hm, guess Haagen wasn't as smart as I thought him. Shoot, we may
be a hundred years in the future, but at least we won't starve to
death." He grinned and leaned against Jigen's chamber. "And we
won't have to share with Fujiko...." He stopped grinning when he
realized that the thought depressed him more than it should have.
"And why is that, Lupin?" Jigen asked.
"Oh, because I guess that...oh, you meant what I said aloud." Lupin
smirked. "You aren't going to believe this."
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