A Hard Look into the Future
by Annie Magee (SKLesMisgirl at aol.com)
Chapter Two: Deductions and Discoveries
Inspector Javert and the woman turned to see who was speaking.
The older inspector saw a tall man, with blondish-brown hair, a
traveling coat and hat that was brown. This man looked like HE was
from the 19th century.
"What are you doing, Lestrade?" the younger man asked again.
"I am arresting this man for disturbing the peace, Holmes,"
said the police officer, with an annoyed hiss.
The man snorted. "With all due respect, I think that this
gentleman," he gestured to the old man, "has had enough of this and
would like to know where he is. It’s obvious he is not from New
London, and perhaps, not even from this century. Uh...what IS your
Javert was shocked. How did he know all this? Quickly
regaining his composure, he said with a firm tone, "I am Inspector
The younger man stopped him with a gesture of his hand.
"Please, allow me. You are Inspector Javert, as you said, from
Paris. A police officer for quite some time, you came from the
year...1832, I believe. You believe in remaining on duty almost
always, have very little leisure time. You are a bachelor and..."
The man looked over him again. "...you are a Gypsy." That struck
him; he took a step back, and looked wide-eyed at the young man.
"Finally," said the gentleman, "you are very distraught at being
Javert remained shocked. How? How could this man figure out
all this by just looking at him?
"How did you know all that?" Javert demanded. "You have only
known me for a few moments!"
The young man chuckled. "I used my eyes and my brains. You
have a Parisian accent; I recognized it immediately because I spent
some time in France. You said that you’re an inspector, so I
determined that you must have spent much of your time gaining the
rank of inspector and remaining so without a promotion. I also
recognized the clothing of 1832 because I studied the fashions of
many decades. I knew that you were a man of very little leisure
because you introduced yourself as ‘Inspector’ instead of by your
name, so that would mean that either you do not socialize very much,
or you care only for your duty. You wear no wedding band and your
skin is slightly darker than other Mediterranean types, which means
that you must have gotten it somewhere else -- from a Gypsy, of
course. They are the only people who have such dark skin that are
not African or Asian. Finally, I saw the expression when you got a
first glance at Lestrade here, which means that you never had set
eyes on such odd clothing. Trust me; I thought it was odd when I
first came here, too." He smiled kindly, which led Javert to grin a
"That is exemplary sir! What is the name of the man who can
deduce a person so well?"
"I am Sherlock Holmes; at your service, Inspector Javert.
Welcome to 2103 in the 22nd century, sir."
"22ND CENTURY! OH MY-" he exclaimed. This was too much for
him and he swayed slightly. The woman caught him before he could
fall to the ground. "Oh, I can’t even remember -- how I got here!"
"What’s the last thing you remember then, Inspector?"
"I think- it was-"
But he was interrupted again by a young voice calling "Mr.
Holmes!" Three young teenagers (at least that’s what Javert thought
them to be) had run up to meet the small group. A young girl whom,
Javert thought, could be no more than 14; a young black boy, and a
young blond-haired boy that was in a VERY odd vehicle.
"What’s up, Mr. Holmes?" the young man asked. He was tall.
Brown-skinned, and wearing very strange clothing that was ripped at
the shoulders, leaving the young man with bare arms, and what he had
thought were bandages on his hands.
The girl smiled. She had short, VERY short, brown hair and
light blue eyes with a thick British accent. She had on a
long-sleeved shirt and...PANTS?!?!
"Irregulars, I would like you to meet Inspector Javert. Mr.
Javert, these are my friends and -- helpers. Deidre..." The girl
waved and said hello. "...Wiggins..."
The teenaged boy said, "Nice to meet ya."
"BUR-WHIR BEEP," ‘said’ Tennyson.
"What did he say?" Javert asked.
"He said, 'hello, sir.'"
"Thank you, Deidre. Now, let's go back to Baker Street. We
can see what we can do to help you get caught up to the last 271
years, and determine how to get you home."
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