by Cyberwolf (wolf at mydestiny.net)
What hath preceded:
Holmes gets into an accident. The accident involves a plot-
device-type chemical, which shifts our favorite anachronistic
detective into the body of a puppy. By an incredible twist of
fate, he's adopted by Inspector Lestrade. After learning of his
true identity and attempting to inflict grievous bodily harm on
him for the 'charade', Lestrade drives out to Surrey to find the
truth of the matter...and settles for subtle torture instead of
the more physical maiming she originally planned.
Chapter 11: Meeting the Utoniums
It was still early afternoon when Lestrade’s cruiser pulled up
in front of a small, unprepossessing brick building. A mailbox
that would not have looked out of place in the 1950’s was stuck
into the earth near the building’s walkway.
Lestrade checked the address on the mailbox against the
directions her on-cruiser GPS system had provided. She looked
doubtfully at the building again. "Maybe my system’s fritzing on
me. Sure doesn’t look like the lab of a top-notch scientist...." she
muttered, punching a few buttons on the console.
A barking sound drew her attention to where Holmes was sitting.
"I know, I know. If you could talk you’d be saying something like
don’t discount the possibility until it’s investigated or
something." She smirked at the way Holmes was visibly frustrated
about his lack of verbal communication skills.
"Well, let’s go." The cruiser’s door opened with a slight
hydraulic hiss. Lestrade stepped out, and whistled. "Here boy, here
Holmes leapt neatly out of the cruiser, giving Lestrade a dirty
look as he did so. There must be some way to get back at her for
this. Petty vengeances weren’t really Holmes’ way, but for this
case he’d make an exception.
Lestrade walked up the gravel pathway, the small golden puppy
trotting at her side. The door opened before she knocked on it,
revealing a tall man with neat dark hair smiling politely at
Lestrade. He, like the building, didn’t look the part -- he wore
casual clothing instead of the lab-coat he was usually
photographed in -- but Lestrade recognized Professor P. Utonium,
Jr, winner of the Larkin Institute Award and infamous recluse.
(she had only gotten the address because Walker down in Computer
Crimes owed her a favor and hacked his way into a database)
Lestrade answered his smile with one of her own. "Professor
Utonium?" she asked, sticking her hand out. "Hi, my name is
Elizabeth Lestrade. I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but I’ve
got a problem -- bit of an understatement -- and so far it seems
you’re the only one here who can help."
It was here where one of two things could happen: the Professor
could agree to help Lestrade; or he could refuse, rant at her for
invading his privacy, and then shut the door in her face. In
which case she’d have to break in and try to find literature
pertaining to Chemical X by herself.
Lestrade really hoped it would be the former.
Luckily, it was.
Several minutes later found Lestrade seated on a sofa, sipping
tea. The Professor sat across her, looking very calm and at-ease
as he listened to her story. Holmes wasn’t in the room -- as soon
as he had set foot into the house, he had been swooped up by a
blue blur who zoomed off, squealing something that Lestrade could
vaguely recognize as words to the effect of ‘how
cuteadorablesweetlovablehuggable!’ She’d started after them, but
decided that telling the Professor what had happened took a
And so here she was, relating to a total stranger how her best
friend and biggest headache had turned into a small puppy-dog.
"I know it sounds, well, crazy...."
"Not at all, actually," the Professor told her, leaning
forward so that his elbows rested on top of his knees. He looked
at her, his dark eyes serious and kind. "I am...well-acquainted
with the effects Chemical X can have on a person. I find it not
at all hard to believe that such a thing could happen when that
substance is involved." He sighed. "Did you notice the girl who
picked up your puppy...I mean, Mr Holmes?"
Lestrade thought back. That blue blur...
"She and her sisters aren’t really human. My father was doing
an experiment, and...dad invented the Chemical X, you know. And he
was doing, as I have mentioned, an experiment. It involved human
cloning -- I know it’s illegal," he said, noting her expression.
"But he had a special dispensation from the UN -- besides it was
on therapeutic cloning, for replacement body parts, not full-on
cloning. Anyway, the Chemical X fell in, and...as a result, I now
have three super-powered little ‘sisters’."
Lestrade gaped at him.
"Do you want to see them? I think we’ll find Mr Holmes there
with them, as well."
Holmes was miserable.
A red-haired, red-eyed little girl and another one who could
have been the first’s identical twin except for the blond hair
and blue eyes were currently engaged in trying to tie a huge
ribbon around his neck. He was exhausted, having expended a vast
amount of energy in running around the room trying to escape
them. But now he was backed into a corner, tail tucked in between
legs, and too tired to run any further.
It can’t get any worse.
Another small girl, this time with black hair and greenish
eyes, burst into the room. "Wow! A puppy!"
Wow, I finally managed to update this story! ^_^ The product
of about six hours' worth of work...most of which were spent
reading HP and SH22 fics on Explorer windows, actually.
I'm kinda stumped on the next part though...Pray for me or
(more practical) Contribute ideas! Ideas for the writer-
blocked...ideas for the writer-blocked...(panhandles)
Agh. Amazing what an hour on the freeway can do to your back.
I'm leaving the States in 2 days, so...wish me luck on the trip!
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