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Buckingham palace 1875

I finished giving the queen an examination a few hours ago. The examination results were that her eyes had a delayed reaction to light, I suspect that she has a swollen nerve behind her left eye, when she went to grab something she would miss it by a few centimetres and had to try a few times to get hold of the object, there was a slight discolouration in the skin around the eyes and in the nail beds, I even poked her with a needle in her left hand and she felt nothing. I have my suspicions that there is a problem in the brain but because of the limitations of the medical field of this day and age I had limited ways to test if I am right. 

“Any conclusions Dr?” Mycroft asked as I was writing down everything in my notebook. 

“I have my suspicions but I would like to run some tests,” I answered. I lifted my head and looked at her Majesty, “How’s your critical thinking, your logic and reasoning?”

“I’ve always been a rational person, even now I’m still logical,” The older woman answered with an offended tone, “May I ask why you’re asking about that.”

“No reason.” I mumbled while writing something in my notebook. 

“Here’s the deal, I’m going to have to go back to my apartment.” I stated emotionlessly.

“No. Absolutely not!” Mycroft stood up from his chair. “You are not to go back until you have figured out what is going on with her majesty.”

“Mycroft! Let’s hear the girl out first.” Victoria said. 

“I need to go get some equipment from there. I was not prepared to examine the Queen since you kidnapped me, you dipshit.” I stared at Mycroft.

“Why you.” Mycroft was fuming now. “No women should be saying such foul things. Learn some manners.” 

I just rolled my eyes and leaned forward in my chair. “I need a microscope, a petri dish and some other things, which are all at my apartment. So if you would be inclined to take me home that would be much appreciated.” I then stood up, “Oh that felt so weird, talking like I’m some rich kid. Anyway before we do anything I need some blood from your ‘MaJesTy’” I said the last word in a mocking tone. 

“Blood? What on god’s green earth do you need my blood for?” The Queen asked. 

“Blood tests, obviously.” I answered.

“Show some respect to her majesty!” Mycroft shouted.

“Mycroft it is fine. She is the expert here not us.” She then looked at me, “You may take some blood and then go but Mycroft must stay with you the whole time”

”Alright, I guess that’s the best I’m going to get.” 

Time skip

Mycroft and I were sitting in a carriage on the way to my apartment. It was deadly quiet. Mycroft was sulking about something and I was reading my case reports to pass the time. We were almost at Baker Street. 

“What’s got you looking like a honey badger who got pissed on by a lion?” I asked.

”I beg your pardon?” Mycroft was absolutely flabbergasted.

”I’m asking why are you upset?” 

“I am not upset” 

”Yes you are”

”No I’m not”

”Yes you are”

”No I am not” 

“Yes you are”

“Fine! I am! I’m bloody upset that Her Majesty is making me babysit,” Mycroft complained.

”Technically I should be the one complaining since you kidnap…” I trailed off as I got an idea. I started writing furiously in my notebook.

Mycroft noticed that I stopped talking. “What? Have you got an idea?” I looked up at him with wide eyes. I looked like a weed addict who just tried cocaine for the first time.

“Have you ever heard of Scheele’s green? Schloss green? Swedish green? Cupric green?” I questioned really fast, just as Mycroft was about to answer I spoke again.

“Wait of course you have, it’s one of the most popular colour of the time. Have you ever seen the Queen wear any of these colours?”

“Before she went into mourning, she used to wear it a lot,”

Mycroft answered, he looked at me sceptically,

“But that was over 10 years ago. What does that have anything to do with her illness?”

“Arsenic is a common element in this particular shade of green. I don’t know if this is known at this stage in time but it is poisonous. Short term exposure can lead diarrhoea, nausea and other symptoms, but long term exposure can lead to brain damage, which causes all the other symptoms. It all fits with her symptoms.” I explained to him enthusiastically. “The blood tests will be useless because the arsenic will have left her system, but the damage is done.”

“So what can you do to make her better?” Mycroft asked.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Nothing at all? Not even with your futuristic medical knowledge?” 

I’m so sorry I just disappeared but life got really crazy, basically my life has been a reality tv show. You think maybe the AO3 authors curse extends to other fanfic authors?

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London, England, 1875

3rd person pov 

(Name) stood there waiting for the Queen Victoria to say something. Her expression was unreadable, Her Majesty stared up into the depths of her soul, her head rested elegantly on her intertwined hands. Mycroft was deadly silent, not moving at all, he almost looked terrified. 

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Pietermaritzburg, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa 17 April 2024 

3rd person p.o.v 

It’s been 5 months since (Name) disappeared, no one knows what happened. There have been multiple investigations launched to try to figure out what happened. No one knows what happened. 

The detective in charge was Detective Theo Gundani.He was a seasoned detective, he had solved many cases in his time, most of them no one thought they could be solved. He solved all his cases except one.Theo was an older man, he was in his early 50s, his hair was greying at his temples. His face was always stoic, you would never see him smile. The detective had known (Name) since she was sixteen. He was also the detective in charge of (Name’s) family’s case, he had to determine if it was an accident or not. The man was fond of (Name), he had taken her under his wing, taught her everything he knew. Theo taught her how to deduce people, how to pick up on things, self defence, how to handle a gun and how to handle wrist blades. Thanks to him, (name) was a very observant and independent person. 

 He was determined to find out what happened to (Name). The whole situation didn’t make sense to him or anyone else. Most people thought Waydon McNamara had something to do with it. He had been questioned multiple times, as was Lwandle Zungu who was a first responder on the accident.  

Another detective who was recently added to the case was Tahlia De Beer, who was a junior detective from Johannesburg. She was pretty well known as a detective, so it was hoped that she and Theo could work together to figure out what happened. She was in her mid-20s and she dyed her hair black. She was casual about everything, a bit too casual, but she got things done.

Both of them worked alone. One knew (Name) and the other didn’t. One had years of experience and one was new to the job. 

They met up for the first time today at SAPS Pietermaritzburg Police Station to discuss the case, and immediately Theo didn’t like her. Tahlia didn’t seem like she cared about anything, which infuriated Theo. 

They were now sitting in Theo’s office going over the case file that Theo created. Tahlia read over the file multiple times. 

“This doesn’t make sense! How does someone go missing in a few seconds from when she was last seen, in a sealed ambulance that the fire and rescue responders had to break open” Tahlia said as she scratched her head in confusion. 

“This isn’t just any old missing person’s case. You need to think differently for this one, forget everything you know about being a detective. Your mind needs to be open to all the possibilities.” The older detective said.

In book 8 of the Moriarty the Patriot manga, the book that has his face on it, he in like only 2 or 3 pages.

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Mycroft had some people bring my stuff back. I went through it to make sure nothing was missing. I started strapping my things back where they belong when I heard Mycroft clear his throat. I looked up at him, he was holding up an ugly looking fancy dress with an expecting look on his face.

“I’m not wearing that” 

“You are about to meet the Queen of England herself. Many people would be honoured to be in your place right now, so you will put some decent clothes no” Mycroft said with a tone of authority. 

“I am wearing decent clothes” I spat back at him.

“Those are not decent clothes. Those are commoner clothes and not appropriate to wear in front of the royalty” I raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him like he was insane.

“Bruh… where I’m from that doesn’t matter. These clothes are convenient and comfy and that's all that matters right now. I’m not changing my clothes for anyone” I stubbornly said 

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Mycroft sighed but handed me a file with the Queen’s medical records anyway. I opened the file and read through her medical record as Mycroft started to explain her symptoms. 

“She has fatigue, loss of feeling in her left hand, she’s had strange convulsions at least 3 times in the past month and she sometimes forgets things and she has not been acting like herself lately” he explained

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“And what’s this I hear about you being from the future?” Mycroft asked with a smug smile. I knew I couldn’t lie to him anymore.

“Who told? It can only be between Lestrade and Sherlock”

“Neither of them. I suppose Sherlock did… He tends to sleep talk” he said with a blank expression.

“He does?... I did not expect that” I said with a laugh at the end. 

“But that's not the point I’m trying to get at. Now why did you come back in time?”

“ Listen, I'm going to be honest with you. I have no idea why I’m here or how I got here” I looked him dead in the eyes. He looked sceptically, but then his face softened slightly, just barely enough to notice but it was there. “I just want to go back home but I’m stuck here.” I said with emotion evident in my voice. 

Mycroft was quiet, he didn’t know what to say. For the first time in his life he was left stumped. He was not expecting this. 

How is that possible? I thought she came here with a specific agenda but she is telling the truth. Her body language is saying she’s being truthful. This is very peculiar. 

So if she is really a doctor from the future her medical knowledge must be astounding compared to the doctors of our time, and she must know what will happen in our future. She will be a good asset to have.

I think I should test her to see how she does.

“I need your help with something” He said nostalgically and he walked up and down the room. 

“So you kidnap me, tie me to a chair, interrogate me and then ask for my help?” I raised my eyebrow at him, “You're shameless aren’t you?” I chuckled softly.

“Will you help or not?”

“Depends what you need help with”

“The queen has come down with an unknown illness. The best doctors in the world but none of them can figure out what it is” he stopped pacing the room and looked down at me, “and since you’re a doctor from the future, you will most likely be able to find out what it is” 

“First untie me and second what are her symptoms?” 

“Is this you accepting?” He walked behind me and untied my restraints, his hands lingered on mine for a moment before he pulled away.

“Not necessarily, it depends what her symptoms are and how serious because I have other patients that could really do with my help as well” I said as I started rubbing my wrists.

Mycroft wasn’t pleased with my answer “We can’t have any of this information get out to the public. Do you swear to not say a word off this” he asked very seriously. 

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  London, England 1875 

It’s been 3 months now since I’ve been here, it's now October. I’m now working as a doctor for a few nobles, I use half the money I earn for personal stuff and the rest I use for medical care to help the lower classes. 

Last month a young girl came up to me and she asked me to come take a look at her big sister. They live in the slums. I ended up spending 2 weeks there helping sick people. After that I realised that there is clearly no proper medical system in this country, but I can’t expect much from 1800s England.  

After that day I saved that heart attack victim, I've been popular as a doctor. I was on the front page of the newspaper. One person accused me of being a witch, but they were deemed insane so nothing happened luckily. A lot of other doctors have tried to debunk my way of practice, but each time they failed. I’ve had a hundred percent success rate since I got here. My medical textbooks have helped a lot and the history textbook turned out to be a medical history, which helped a lot. Thanks to my books I have been able to more easily figure out what is most likely wrong with my patients.  

Sherlock has come by once or twice asking some medical questions relating to his cases. I’ve managed to help him here and there. Lestrade comes and visits once in a while to see how I’ve been doing. I often see Miss Hudson. We have become good friends. 

About a week ago I was on my way to a patient when I started to notice a man following me. I’ve tried to figure out who he is and why he’s following me. After that started, I purchased a gun and bullets for self defence and kept it on me at all times. I’ve been cautious whenever I go out. This is starting to freak me out.

Today I have been extremely careful. I have only gone out to see one or two patients today. 

I had just finished with my last patient for today, I was on my way back to my apartment in Baker Street. When I suddenly fell unconscious. I felt my body being lifted up. 

3 hours later  

I woke up with a pain in my neck and a throbbing headache. It was dark, very dark. I tried to move but felt my arms and legs were bound to the chair I’m sitting in. I tried to untie the restraints but they were too tight.   

The door opened and a man walked in, he was holding a lantern. The light from the lantern was dim but it was bright enough for me to see my surroundings, brick walls and an old oak door. The man that walked has short naive blue hair similar to Sherlock. The same eyes as him, he has that same look, he’s trying to read me but almost seems to have a look of confusion. He seemed slightly taller than him, his demeanour was commanding respect. He seemed older than Sherlock, but based on genetics I’m guessing he is Sherlock's older brother.

“You’re Sherlock’s older brother aren’t you? I’ve seen you before, you’re the guy who’s been following me” I asked, he looked surprised but then covered it up with a smirk. 

“So you are as good as they say. I usually get the other guys to do it but you intrigue me” He walked up to me, he leaned down and lifted up my chin. He looked me in the eyes, then moved my head from side to side. “My name is Mycroft Holmes… you’re awfully pretty and I have some questions for you” 

“And why would I answer any of your questions? The only thing I know about you is that you are Sherlock’s brother, you are practically the British government, you are at least 7 years older than him, he despises you but you still care about him’’  I said to him.

“Well you clearly know more about me than I do you. I’ve done a background search on you but the only thing that came up was from 3 months ago. I even pulled some strings to see if I could find you at all but not a single thing came up. I expected to at least find your medical degree since you’re a doctor, but nothing not a thing” My blood ran cold. He was onto me.

Fuck. What do I do now? I doubt I will be able to fool him. He’s Sherlock’s older brother, he is probably even more observant than Sherlock. I’m done for.

“Don’t know why you couldn’t find anything, maybe there was a mistake.” I said lying through my teeth.