It's the Truth, I Swear!
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Several hours later -- it was night, judging from the stars he
could see out of the window and the city lights that hadn't been visible
earlier -- Watson watched as Lestrade paced about the spacious rooms
they had been given, as though searching for something. Cleaned and
treated for the minor wounds she had received in the crash, she was
dressed in a simple white tunic, belted at the waist, over light brown
trousers. His own elasto-mask, bowler hat and cape had been taken also,
leaving him looking like a simple 'droid.
Finally she sat down on the large sofa that was the most
prominent piece of furniture in the room, and gave a sigh of defeat.
"I guess he didn't believe me after all," she stated with a shake of
her head, "I can't find my ionizer -- or my badge. But if he didn't
believe me, then why the elaborate pretense of making us think he did?"
Watson couldn't answer that question, though he did have one
of his own. "Lestrade, how did you know who he was? Or what the
planet...Tatooine, I believe you said...was? Or that this was the
capital of the Republic?" Okay, so it was more than one, but they
were all related and one response would serve to answer them all.
Lestrade looked at him, amusement evident in her expression
and tone as she answered, "From a movie."
"A movie?" This of course only confused him further.
"Yeah, a movie...six, actually...no, wait, let me finish. In
the twentieth century a man named George Lucas came up with a trilogy
and storyline that was an instant hit. At the beginning of the
twenty-first century he put out the prequels -- three movies that
showed what happened before the events of the original trilogy.
Anyway, we are in the universe of those movies...and that man...is a
very bad person. He uses the Dark Side of the...Of course! That's it!
He must have known...but that still doesn't explain...Come on,
Watson, we've got to get out of here."
Watson stared in puzzlement as Lestrade walked over to a
large circular window and opened it. "What are you talking about,
Lestrade? I really...." He stopped as she opened his chest
compartment and pulled out the spare ionizer and his lariat. "Lestrade...."
"Listen, Watson, there's no time to talk. I'll try to explain
everything once we're out of this room."
Without waiting for a response, she moved back over to the
window and climbed out and out of sight. Seconds later he saw the
lariat flying through the air and catching on something out of his
field of vision. He slowly followed Lestrade's path to the window
and looked down. She was standing on a ledge just below the window,
the wind whipping her hair about her face, attaching the end of the
rope she was holding to some sort of antenna. The other end was
latched on to a similar structure on a building close by. He
carefully lowered himself out of the window, and closed it behind
"Lestrade," he warned, her plan becoming apparent, "I do not
Obviously ignoring him, she pulled herself up onto the taut
rope and slowly stood up, balancing precariously with the natural
wind and that created by vehicles speeding past, over and under the
makeshift bridge. The drivers of said craft were of all sorts of
species, though they all had the universal language of annoyance.
"Watson," Lestrade said through clenched teeth, "I'm going
across. You wait here. When I'm across, you untie it and swing down
to the next level. Then I'll pull you up." As she spoke, she was
walking, with slow measured steps.
"Oh, very well, Lestrade, but surely there is an easier
way...." His words were lost on the inspector, as she was now too
far away. Watson watched with -- metaphorically speaking -- his
breath held, as several times she lost her balance and nearly fell.
Each time, however, she caught and righted herself, making him think
back to when the nanites had been in control of her brain. She had
shown an uncanny deal of luck then too.
Finally, she was on the other ledge and it was his turn. He
untied the rope on his end and held it in both hands. Wishing he
could shut his sensors off, he jumped off the ledge and plummeted
downwards like a stone. Then he was jerked as the slack played out
and he swung towards the ledge just under Lestrade. His relief was
palpable as his feet touched solid ground.
Lestrade soon joined him, having slipped over the edge of the
ledge above, carrying the rope with her. "I decided it would be
better to go down a bit. Besides..." she showed him where the rope
had frayed almost to the breaking point and smiled.
Holmes couldn't help but chuckle as a clear mental picture of
the two in that last scene entered his thought. He no longer doubted
that they were telling the truth, though he was curious as to what
Lestrade had been thinking. Usually she blurted her theories out,
whether she knew all the facts or not; he supposed it was her way of
"'Oh my' is right, Watson. Lestrade, I didn't know you had
once been in the circus."
Lestrade looked up at him in shock. "Ho...never mind. Watson,
get on with it."
"Hmm? Oh, right. As I was saying, Lestrade had just finished
showing me what a close call I had had, when...."
"Really, Lestrade," Watson said severely, "You should know
better than to..." he broke off as Lestrade's mouth opened in
astonishment. He turned to see what she was gaping at, and had he
still had his elasto-mask he would have been gaping as well.
A small, round, probe-like object was flying through the air
with a man, wearing off-white clothing similar to that used in
fighting dojos, hanging on for dear life. It disintegrated as it
passed near the ledge they were on, and the man fell. Watson, who
was still wondering what was going, was astonished to see the lasso
loop around the man's waist and stop his descent. The robot looked
over at Lestrade who was busy pulling the poor man up to where they
When he was standing next to them, Watson took the time to
study the man at a closer range. His face sported a beard, and on
his belt hung a long metal cylinder. Other than that, he had no
distinguishing features. Lestrade, however, appeared to know him as
she had the other -- Palpatine. Only she seemed more happy to see
"Are you all right, Master Kenobi?" she questioned.
Kenobi looked at her, at the ledge, and at Watson, then gave
her an odd, puzzled smile. "Yes...and you are?"
"I'm..." Lestrade didn't get the chance to finish as a vehicle
pulled up, with a young man sitting inside wearing similar garments
to the man's. He didn't give the other two a second glance as he
gazed at Kenobi. "Come on, Master, he's getting away."
Kenobi gave Lestrade another look, and then jumped into the
two-seater, which took off shortly after.
"Well, that was interesting. Another person from the movies
you were speaking of?"
Lestrade nodded, seeming subdued. "Yeah...and now I know what
the time frame is." She heaved a sigh. "Anyway, it's a good idea we
decided to stay on the bottom one...if we had done as originally
planned they might have mistaken us for the perpetrators. They still
might, if Palpatine hears of this..."
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