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Chapter 3 - Confusion "Hey, Sherlock!" you call to the dark-haired man ahead of you. He doesn't stop or turn to acknowledge you but he doesn't speed up either. You soon reach his side and continue walking together. "So, you work for Scotland Yard?" you ask while tightening your scarf. "I work with Scotland Yard," he corrects. "But Lestrade is the only person I can trust. And the only one who will put up with me." He breathes the last sentence but you hear it and offer a smirk. "How long?" You clear your throat. "How long have you worked with Lestrade?" "Four years," he answers curtly. You stare down at your feet as you continue your str

Stardate: 2259.55 The USS Enterprise unexpectedly had come to a standstill at the edge of Klingon space as they captured the fugitive John Harrison. Time passed as they tried their best to regain control of the ship and to find out John Harrison’s true identity, Khan, and what the torpedoes really were. There were many questions left to ask of the augmented human, but before the interrogation finished, the Enterprise jerked sideways from an attack. Kirk, Spock, and the crew members in the brig fell to the ground; Khan merely took a few steps to the side before regaining his balance. "Kirk to bridge, what the hell is going on?!" the Ca

Favorable and most pleasing. That's what you were supposed to be.  An heir to a throne, rather, a con-heir to the throne. You were the daughter if two scam-artists who had you upon an accident, and just so happened to keep you as a tool for their heartless and useless tricks and pranks upon unsuspecting victims. Today it was the Phantomhive manor you'd be fooling. As a princess from a "distant" land, you'd assume the name Abigail. Your real name hidden once again, if you'd even have a real name. It'd been so long since hearing it, perhaps you'd simply forgotten it. You three rode in the carriage. Comfortable and dazzled with jewels and con

No job, no home, and worst of all, no safety from The Batter, you thought to yourself as you walked along the streets of the residential section of Zone 2. Word on the street was that The Batter had arrived in Zone 2. He had already ‘purified’ Zone 1 and you knew that Zone 2 was next stop if he took the tram. You knew there was only one way you could survive his massacre. You had to use your collecting skills you had lent the merchant, Zacharie, as leverage for your plea for a favor. You were going to ask the masked merchant to allow you to stay with him. You pulled your hood up and entered into the mall. An all too familiar chuc