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<p>Sherlock still wasn't sure if he liked Storybrooke or not, on one hand it opened up a whole new set of variables for him, which made things mildly less boring. However, at times they were also rather irksome, magic was certainly new but trying to figure out how it worked had so far alluded him. It was also a much smaller town than he was used to, having been a detective in London and then in New York City, he just wasn't used to the small town mundane. Storybrooke was tiny, a blip, the middle of no where. At least it had access to the internet, not that it did him that much good since he wasn't in his realm, so the world it opened up to him didn't mean as much, outside of it filling passive curiosities about the realm he was in and the similarities and differences from his own realm.

<p>In some ways he was glad Jamie was here as well, though he sometimes worried about how she was getting on here. She definitely wasn't used to being so constrained in one small place as well as what trouble she might get up to. Then of course he also worried about what was going on back in their realm. Was Joan and everyone worried, did anyone think perhaps Sherlock had helped Jamie escape and disappear. Had the pilots gotten off a distress call before the plane went into the vortex, so many questions, with no answers. At first he had done his best to keep busy, but in such a small town, a consulting detective who kept his services available only to the local constabulary, well there just wasn't that many crimes being committed in Storybrooke.

<p>So for awhile after they had arrived, outside of the occasional odd magical event, the topic of magic being one Sherlock knew absolutely nothing about, Sherlock had been bored out of his skull. If the town weren't so small and out of the way, he might have even feared for his sobriety, but he had a hard time believing he'd be able to get heroine in this town, the town was invisible to the outside world, he was confused enough just as to how the town kept so well supplied in the shops and such, let alone how the illegal world of drugs would make their way to this town. Eventually though Sherlock had found a need to fill, when he realised there was really no further education options for young adults, no universities of any sort. He supposed in some ways it made sense, it wasn't that big a town so why would they even need a university, especially since apparently for nearly thirty years of the town's existence no one had really aged, or so he'd been told.

<p>Still, as much as Sherlock abhorred teaching imbeciles, he also hated that there were no options for education, so he opted to open his own type of school down in an empty warehouse by the docks. Holmes Detective & Defence School. He even already had some help with teaching various aspects of defence, swordsmanship and archery. He wasn't a patient sort though, anyone that took classes with him sometimes left in frustration, anger or tears even since there was no filter in Sherlock's brain that allowed him to go easy on people if they weren't catching on immediately.

<p>As one small class let out for the day, one girl fell under that category, she burst out of the door to Sherlock's office, her eyes red with tears, sobbing. She tore up a slip of paper and kept running, once Sherlock finished making a few notes on the girl's records he kept for her marks, he yawned and walked out of his office into the larger area of the school where much of the defence training happened. Big open areas much like one would see in a gym. The building was two floors and had other rooms for defence as well, including an archery range up on the roof, and classrooms for the detective classes. As he currently had no classes to teach, he just stood there in the main room looking around, making a mental note of things he needed to buy at the store later.

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<p>Sean hated teaching kids, especially teenagers, though really just teaching in general drove him mad most days. He had a keen mind in general, but due to his love for certain extracurricular activities over the years, becoming a high school professor was all that he ended up amounting to. Wasted talent his parents used to say, parents who lived far away and he never had to see any more. Today was a good day though, it was Saturday, and Saturday meant not having to teach any stupid teenage brats.

<p>Sean had spent much of Friday evening getting drunk and other things, so by the time he woke up Saturday it was well into the afternoon. He tossed on an old sweatshirt and the cleanest pair of jeans he could find. He had lived in a room in Granny's Bed and Breakfast for as long as he could remember, he was never good enough with his money to save up for a proper place, and to his memory he'd been told off more than a dozen times for paying his rent late.

<p>He stumbled out of his room, ordered a large black coffee to go as well as some greasy burger and chips and headed into the park to eat. He hated the smell of the diner, and not that he was that keen on fresh air but it was better than the stale diner smell. He found a park bench that wasn't entirely covered with snow and sat down, he imagined he wouldn't be out long, the cold would get to him eventually. So much for spring, the weather lately seemed to not be able to make up its mind, warm one day, snow another. He sat on the bench and just drank his coffee, occasionally eating a chip or two, a general scowl on his face. At one point after he'd drunk a bit of the coffee, he spiked it with some whiskey from a half empty bottle in his coat jacket, and continued to sit and scowl at the world.

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Mar 31 2017, 10:31 AM
It had been a good week or two since Sherlock had finally been released from the hospital, since him and Jamie had apparently crashed through some sort of supposed magical portal into what he was told was a completely different realm. <i>Realm</i>, a word they had used, but a word that Sherlock found quite absurd. Realms, it was as if he'd fallen into some bizarre magical fantasy novel. Granted, as much as Sherlock hated the idea that there were other realms out there, that magic existed in many of them, there were things about this odd little town that he couldn't deny, things he'd seen with his own eyes. After all, when ruled out all of the possible, all that remained, no matter how improbable had to be the truth.

Generally speaking Sherlock was still fairly convinced that if one dug deep enough, had the proper equipment, one could find science hiding behind magic, like the moon controlling the tides. Might have seemed like magic how the tides went back and forth hundreds of years ago, or like some deity was controlling things, but then science stepped forward and explained how it all worked. Didn't mean that anyone could just go on and do what the moon did, but at least there was a deeper understanding behind it.

As Sherlock walked around town, trying to focus on anything besides the problem of being stuck in some other realm with, for all intents and purposes, a fugitive from law. Granted it hadn't been Moriarty's design to end up in Storybrooke or have the plane crash, but to anyone back in their realm was concerned, they were missing. He only hoped that no one suspected him of aiding and abetting, he certainly knew at least Joan knew him better than that. Eventually he came across the pawn shop, it reminded him a bit of a case he was on once, felt like a million years ago now. He decided to pop in for a look around, see what exactly passed for a pawn shop in a magical town.

The bell jangled a bit as Sherlock walked in and started looking around a bit, his mind analysing every item he saw, every speck of dust, it wasn't as if he meant to, it was just something he did automatically, without conscious thought, like a knee jerk reaction. Some looked familiar, or at least from generally familiar time periods, other things looked strange, things he couldn't place or identify and wondered if any of those things were magical or not.

His eyes fell on an old set of foils, he didn't touch anything, but he looked every inch of the foils over carefully, he wondered if there was other fencing gear somewhere to go with it, he had to admit it might be a nice gift for Jamie, give them something to pass the time while they were stuck in this town.

Mar 25 2017, 11:56 AM
Once Sherlock had recovered from his injuries he had incurred during his rather tumultuous trip through the portal, or rather since the small plane he had been in had quite literally crashed through the portal and into Storybrooke's forest, he was finding the relative quiet of Storybrooke rather unnerving. Not to say that it was always quiet, certainly there were things going on, especially since not long after he fell through it appeared that zombies were also finding their way into the town. It was still not quite at all the same from being back in his realm, in his version of New York City, where his services to the police had been invaluable and nearly constantly needed.

All array of crimes happened there, all with puzzles and mysteries behind them that needed to be solved in order to apprehend the culprits. Though Sherlock had never been one for the limelight, he had certainly also never been the type to be useless or unneeded. He also wasn't used to what people around here were calling magic, his mind was fairly stubborn on that account, and he was quite positive that whatever they were calling magic, were simply things that science had yet to explain. Eventually some brilliant scientist would figure out how magic worked, the science of it all, and put it all in a much more explainable light.

Until then, he found himself hardly ever needed, aside from petty crime and magical catastrophes, there wasn't much on the order for normal crimes like he dealt with in his world. He was taking much of his down time to learn as much as he could, and to keep a watchful eye on Moriarty, who he still didn't trust to play by the rules while they were stuck in Storybrooke. He read up on anything he could get his hands on about this realm, and the other realms and even magic. He also kept in shape, because to him physical shape was as important as it was exercising his intellect.

As he was out and about for the day, it seemed that he was soon to experience yet another portal incident, only this time he'd only be falling through with himself and what he was carrying in his bag he had with him. The ground seemed to make strange noises, the wind restless, some people managed to run away before the portal started plucking the closest people to it, one of whom was Sherlock.

The next thing he knew he was sprawled yet again rather unceremoniously onto the ground, his head a bit foggy but other than some bumps and bruises he was relatively unharmed. He sat up and looked around, didn't look like his world, though wherever he was the place had seen better times. It looked like the scene from a Michael Bay film, he glanced around to see if anyone else had been sucked in as well.

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<h3>39 . Same . Elementary version of Sherlock Holmes. Jonny Lee Miller </h3>
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<i>"When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth."

<p>Sherlock prides himself on his inventiveness and creativity, and his unique perspective on things and vigorous intellect. Some might call him a high functioning sociopath, though that is quite far from the actual truth.
<p>At best he is more than likely on the high functioning end of the autistic spectrum, he does understand how human emotions work, even if he tries to convince himself he is above such things. His history with Irene/Jamie is proof that he is capable of feeling, and feeling quite intensely, so intensely that when he believed Irene to be dead it sent him into the abyss that is addiction.
<p>He is not the easiest people to get along with, he often forgoes social etiquette in favour of logic and just saying whatever comes to his mind, no matter how tactless it may come across. He finds things are simpler this way and that more can be achieved in a quicker amount of time.
<p>Through his work with Joan, and his AA Meetings and struggle with staying clean, he has become more aware of how he can come across to others, and although he does not apologise for this, he is trying to adapt a method that compromises his preferred method of doing things, while also taking the feelings of others into account, though it is a long road.
<p>He still struggles with his addiction, though this isn't something he talks about, but he hopes to find an AA group in Storybrooke, as hard as that may be.
<i> "I don't guess. I observe and once I've observed, I deduce."

<p>Sherlock is supremely intelligent; his intelligence gives him great powers of observation and deduction. He would constantly note small details and could combine those details to make accurate, but sometimes bizarre, deductions.
<p>Sherlock's intellect also gives him a rather accurate memory, which he practices constantly by watching several TV channels at once and repeating the lines of one each. Sherlock also has an acute sense of smell. Sherlock is also multilingual; he knows how to speak multiple different languages.
<p>Another useful skill that Sherlock is great at is psychological manipulation. He has been shown to be able to trick or intimidate people into doing what he wants, usually leading them into a trap.
<p>Sherlock has also been shown to be rather skilled at lock-picking, which he also constantly practices through several different exercises, from picking padlocks to handcuffing his arms behind a chair.
<p>Sherlock has demonstrated a skill in Martial Arts and unarmed combat. However, he seems to prefer using sneak attacks and whatever he can get his hands on to take down his opponents.
<p>He is also ambidextrous.
<p><b>Trigger Warning: Addiction/Drug use</b>
<i>"Attic theory. I've always believed the human brain is like an attic: storage space, facts, but because that space is finite, it must be filled only with things one needs to be the best version of oneself. It's important, therefore, not to have useless facts: the natterings that comprised your support meeting, for example, crowding out useful ones."

<p>Sherlock Holmes is originally from London, in Tomorrowland, though for the last few years he has been residing in New York City.
<p>When Sherlock was eight years old he was put into boarding school by his father. While there he claims to have suffered both physical and verbal bullying by other students due to his superior intellect over the other children. Either way his childhood and early years are not things he likes to talk about, in fact he didn't even tell Joan that he even had a brother until the two came face to face with Mycroft while in London. About all he'll say about his childhood is that he went to a boarding school, beyond that, his past is his past and not something he'll likely tell you about.
<p>A little over ten years ago Sherlock became a consulting detective working with New Scotland Yard on many cases. He flourished in this environment and helped them close many cases, though he preferred to stay out of the spotlight, allowing Gareth Lestrade to step in the spotlight and take all the credit for the cases Sherlock solved.
<p><b>Irene Adler:</b>
<p>A couple of years ago while working a case Sherlock met Irene Adler, an American traveller in London who both painted her own works and restored historic ones- apparently stealing some so that she could 'properly' preserve them, which Sherlock respectfully chose not to report her for. As things heated up, and Sherlock was truly emotionally and intellectually invested in this woman, he went to her flat to meet her one evening only to find a pool of her own blood and a note signed 'M', the modus operandi of a notorious assassin, Sebastian Moran, who was in the employ of someone named Moriarty.
<p><b>Spiral into Addiction/Rehab:</b>
<p>Sherlock had never been in love before, he'd believed himself incapable, so upon Irene's death he was unable to properly cope. Prior to her murder, his drug use had been recreational, and only did them when he was bored, or when he needed a boost during a challenging investigation. When Irene died, he lost control. He used various stimulants during the investigation of the identification of her killer. When the investigation trail went cold, and Sherlock couldn't find Irene's killer, he turned to opiates. When he eventually hit bottom, Scotland Yard asked him to step aside. He then went into hiding, and moved to New York City. One night, Sherlock showed up at the apartment of his friend Alistair in New York City, so high he could barely speak. Alistair got rid of his drugs, and looked after him for a day or so. Sherlock could barely stay conscious, and muttered Irene's name again and again.
<p>On the day after he had checked into Hemdale, he got sick, and planned a way to leave the rehabilitation facility without anyone knowing. He relapsed, and after getting the drugs he needed, he returned back to Hemdale, with no one noticing he was gone. He then spent six months at Hemdale getting clean, and spent nearly every group session in total silence.
<p>Upon his leaving rehab his father also paid for him to have a sober companion, Joan Watson. He was not happy about this, but eventually chose to allow her to stay. He contacted an old associate from Scotland Yard, Captain Tommy Gregson of the New York Police Department, and got a job as a consulting detective for the NYPD.
<p><b>Consulting Detective Once More:</b>
<p>While dealing with the terms of his new sobriety, and learning to cope with situation. Things seemed to be going quite well for awhile, that was until a serial killer from Sherlock's past started killing in New York, the killer left a note in Sherlock's house, and was caught on tape by one of the security cameras Sherlock kept there. Once he finally knew the face of the murderer known by only <i>M.</i>, he set out to torture and murder the man. Joan tried to stop him, but Sherlock revealed he was doing it out of revenge, as M. was the one who had killed Irene.
<p>Sherlock fully planned to torture and kill M, so he went out seeking the killer out. Once he caught the man, he interrogated him at one of his father's empty properties. M., or Sebastian Moran as was his real name, told him that he was not the one who killed Irene, as he was in prison at the time. Sebastian suggested that his employer Moriarty was the one who killed Irene. When Sherlock eventually showed up at the police station with Sebastian in custody, Joan saw that Sherlock was in need of a friend, and asked his father if she could stay on a bit longer as Sherlock's sober companion. His father refused, but Joan stayed on and chose to lie to Sherlock when he asked if his father had renewed her contract.
<p><b>A New Apprentice:</b>
<p>Sherlock eventually revealed he had known Joan stayed on as his sober companion even though his father told her not to all along. He told her that he was grateful for staying when he needed it, but claimed that after some time, she was really only staying for herself, and proposed again that she should stay on as his apprentice. After taking some time to think over his offer properly she accepted, and Sherlock started teaching her.
<p><b>The Truth Wil Out:</b>
<p>Moriarty eventually chose to contact Sherlock disguised by a man's voice. She led him to a house in Queens, where he found Irene Adler, alive much to his shock. It appeared as if she has been held captive, she was checked-into a hospital, and eventually moved in with Sherlock under his care.
<p>While in his care, someone broke into his house and left a flower on her bed, Sherlock decided it was clearly no longer safe for her at his Brownstone and took her to a safe house that he kept. While there, Irene convinced him that the only safe plan was for both her and him to go on the run, a plan to which he agreed and started making plans for.
<p>Things changed though when he walked in on her getting dressed and saw her naked back. His keen eye for observation noted that one of her moles was missing, he then assumed that she has faked her own death and reappearance, and suspected her of working for Moriarty.
<p>He leaves her there and goes back to the Brownstone, only to be attacked by one of Moriarty's assassins gone rogue, convinced that if he had just been allowed to kill Sherlock from the start things would have been much better off for him, even though Moriarty had always insisted on not letting any harm come to Sherlock.
<p>The woman formerly known as Irene came to the rescue, and revealed herself to be Moriarty and explained how she had tricked him back in London. She told him to let her win, or she would have no choice but to hurt him. Because of these words, Joan concocted a plan to catch Moriarty, a plan that Moriarty did not see coming. In an elaborate plan, Sherlock faked a drug relapse and an overdose, and was rushed to the hospital. Moriarty took the bait and showed up at the hospital to see him, in the process of speaking with him, she managed to implicate herself in enough that the police had reason to arrest her, which they sprung the trap and did.
<p><b>Life Moves On:</b>
<p>Life had to move on after that, Sherlock continued consulting for the police, taking on cases and training Joan in the ways of being a consulting detective. During one case, his inability to properly empathise with others ended up causing quite a few problems, including a suspect, who ended up truly having nothing to do with a murder, getting sacked from his job. He blamed Sherlock for this, and in an attempt to shoot Sherlock, Detective Bell put himself in the path of the bullet in order to save Sherlock.
<p>While Bell was in the hospital recovering, complications arose, a clot formed in his arm, restricting blood flow to his right hand. By the time it was caught and operated on, Bell had lost a good deal of movement in his arm and was unable to carry a gun. This put him in discord with Sherlock, he blamed Sherlock for his situation and their working relationship suffered, as well as the friendship that Sherlock hadn't realised he'd grown to depend on.
<p>Through everything, there was only really one person that Sherlock felt he could truly confide in, despite everything that had happened between him and <i>Moriarty/Irene</i>, he kept up a correspondence with her, though hiding it from Joan.
<p><b>A Kidnapping:</b>
<p>When a seven-year-old girl called Kayden Fuller was kidnapped and her father shot, Sherlock and Joan arrived in time to hear the ransom demands of $50,000,000. He quickly recognized the voice as that of the man who previously pretended to be Moriarty, who Jamie herself described as one of her subordinates. Assuming Jamie somehow gave the orders for the kidnapping, Sherlock and Joan paid her a visit for the first time since her arrest. Jamie coolly denied being involved in the kidnapping, but offered to give the names and likenesses of her subordinates (who probably were involved) in exchange for more 'favours'. He refused and left immediately, but shortly afterwards discovered she had been recruited as a consulting agent by the NYPD in exchange for an undisclosed 'favour', much to Sherlock's agitation.
<p>Jamie had chips embedded in her forearms and electroshock stun bracelets on her wrists, but Sherlock was still convinced that the whole thing had been orchestrated somehow so that Jamie could escape custody. Jamie gave them the likenesses of three of her subordinates and asked to see the crime scene; Joan accompanied her.
<p>When Moriarty's subordinates ambushed two policemen and killed them, Sherlock decided that somehow Jamie was communicating messages to them. For once, Jamie does not attempt to manipulate him, but continued to deny involvement in the kidnapping, looking increasingly distressed when her former lieutenant, Devon Gasper, made a call and put the frightened Kayden on the phone crying for her <i>'mummy'</i>. It was clear that Gasper was acting without Jamie's orders (as he knew she made the sketches) but he nonetheless ordered her removed from the team and sent back to her cell.
<p>After Sherlock decoded Moriarty's sketching of Gasper's stubble, containing subliminal messages Gasper was meant to find, he finds it is coordinates for a location in the Norwegian island of Svalbard, which resulted in her being forced to wear the stun bracelets in her cell as an additional precaution.
<p>Joan believed that this was the coordinates that they planned to meet once Jamie had escaped, but Sherlock no longer suspected escape to be her primary motive any longer. Joan also wonders why Jamie looked so upset when Gasper put Kayden on the phone, saying <i>"She looked like she wanted to kill him"</i>. Sherlock decided to look for coded messages in the classified section of Jamie's newspaper, he was stunned by his discovery. Not only was Jamie not behind the kidnapping, she was one of its victims, because Kayden Fuller was her biological daughter. Gasper has been demanding both the ransom and the location of the Svalbard coordinates, and whatever lies there, in exchange for Kayden's life.
<p>Meanwhile, Jamie escaped her cell by using glass shards of her paint jars to neutralize her stun bracelets (despite the glass cutting her wrists badly) and strangling her only guard unconscious. She promptly tracked down Gasper and two of his men at an old property of hers in the Bronx, where Kayden was also being held, and gunned down all three kidnappers. Jamie then called Sherlock, who was investigating the scene of her escape, telling him she wanted to see him and that the police ccould wait outside.
<p>Holmes found her sitting alone by the corpses, with her wrists bleeding severely. She told him that Kayden had been sent away, to a safe place, indicating that not all of her crime syndicates abandoned her during her imprisonment. She admitted Kayden's conception was an unintended incident early in her criminal career quite a while before she met Sherlock, and that she went through the pregnancy intending to give Kayden to the Fullers for adoption, knowing <i>"motherhood would not mix well with her... proclivities"</i>.
<p>Jamie suspects Gasper somehow learned about Kayden from the girl's biological father. Sherlock asked her about the Svalbard coordinates, and Jamie revealed she made a dossier of <i>'interesting facts'</i>. In fact, the dossier was not even in Svalbard, but Jamie had been sure she could escape and eliminate Gasper and his men before they learned she'd deceived them. Sherlock remarks that she could have run as he examined her injuries, but Jamie confidently predicted that she would be free soon enough, so there was no need to live as a fugitive.
<p>She thanked Sherlock for his letters, saying she found them influencing her decisions occasionally, such as not to kill her guard, which she would have found <i>'expedient'</i> but Sherlock would have found <i>'repugnant'</i>, indicating her character was beginning to redeem herself, and she and Sherlock still cared about each other on some level. She was then taken into custody and taken to a hospital to take care of her injuries.
<p><b>An Unexpected Trip:</b>
<p>As Sherlock and Joan went to put their lives back in order and continue on with Joan's training, Sherlock kept an eye on everything going on with Jamie and her imprisonment. He didn't trust her still, and her last words left him convinced that ultimately she would end up free again somehow.
<p>Since she had essentially been an international criminal, despite being careful what information she gave up about her activities in order to get favours, there were other countries interested in interrogating her. One such country was of course, Great Britain, which opted to have her moved there to a more secure location.
<p>As the days led up to her transfer, Sherlock became convinced once again that she was planning an escape with her more trusted subordinates that hadn't betrayed her. He convinced the governments that it was in their best interest to allow him to plan her transfer, and they worked up an elaborate plan to have them take a smaller plan into Canada and then proceed from there, instead of a direct international flight out of NYC.
<p>Everything was going rather smoothly, right up until they hit some turbulence, before they realised what was going on, the plane was enveloped by a strange cloud and sent spinning out of control. The next thing they knew they had crash landed in some forest, the pilot was dead, both him and Jamie were injured. Some people had heard the crash and gone to investigate, the next thing Sherlock remembered was waking up in a hospital and being told he was in a town named Storybrooke.
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