by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Lestrade gaped at Fielding. Looking over at Holmes, she could see
that he was just as shocked as she was. Good, he hadn't known or even
"You said something about someone running off with the experiment?"
Holmes said with a warning glance to Lestrade. She glared at him but kept
"Yes, the head neurologist, Julie Canton, decided that what we
were doing was wrong and took off with it." Fielding's voice became
angry again. "She destroyed her part of the written work also, the only
part we couldn't recreate. None of us knew.." she stopped. "I can't
tell you any more. Classified. Anyway, the project was cancelled.
That woman cost us a Nobel Prize. I'm glad she's dead now." She
no longer looked remotely anything like a good fairy godmother; she now
resembled a witch.
Lestrade sneered at her, and, before Holmes could stop her, said,
"That woman was my mother. And if you don't want to be an
accessory to murder, you better tell me and Mr. Holmes here the whole
truth about this project."
Fielding stared at her in shock. "I..I...didn't know she had
children." Then she sighed in defeat. "All right. It was a project to
create a drug that would help doctors to understand the human mind better
through psychic contact. Elaine was the head of the project, and at first
seemed willing to do anything to succeed. Then the backer showed up.
"He...was...a very strange individual, and seemed to be good
friends with Fenwick. They were always talking.
"One day, he came in and told Elaine that he was putting Fenwick
in charge, and that he was going to change the experiment. He wanted
the drug to enable humans to teleport any place they wished. Elaine
immediately protested, but he silenced her, saying that either she did as
asked or she would be taken off the project.
"So she helped us finish it, and like I said, her part was the
most important. We wouldn't have been able to do it without her.
"The day after it had been made -- we called it the T-222 drug --
she disappeared with what little we had made, and destroyed all her files.
The project was cancelled, and I got my teaching post here."
Holmes nodded slightly. "The pieces are starting to come
together." He looked at Fielding and asked, "When did the backer die, and
what was his name?"
Fielding gaped at him. "I...I never said.. anything about... Okay,
his name was Nick Harris, and he died about twelve years ago."
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Tom demanded.
The disfigured man chuckled. "Those four know who we are," he
said, pointing at Watson and the Irregulars.
The man who had come in with him smiled evily, "Yes. Now, where
"Where is what?" Tom asked. This must be the 'boss' the two
men had talked about.
"Yeah, Moriarty, what do you want with this guy?" Wiggins asked.
Moriarty smiled again. "The ring. And don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about."
"How do you know I have it?" Tom asked, delaying.
"Because we have checked your sister's apartment from top to
bottom, and it is not there. And if she had put the ring on....Well, I
doubt you would all be here, having fun. You'd be trying to find out all
that you could about it."
Tom smirked. Maybe this guy wasn't that smart after all....
Then Moriarty asked, "Where are Holmes and the lovely Inspector?"
Something must have shown on their faces because Moriarty then
said to the disfigured man, "Find them, Fenwick."
Fenwick instantly jumped to do his master's bidding.
On to Part 13!
Back to the prologue,
part 10, and
Back to the fanfic index