Free Two Hundred and Twenty-One Baker Streets by Guy Adams, Kasey Lansdale, Glen Mehn

break into his locker...” Charlotte muttered under her breath.
    “You did what? For me? That’s sweet.”
    Eric pulled out Jane’s notebook—royal blue and designed like a British police public call box—and hid it under his jacket, before darting out the door to follow the other students. “Yes!” Jane felt relief flooding through her body. Charlotte had pulled through—another of her moments, her brilliant flashes of cleverness. At moments like this, Jane wondered why she ever doubted her.
    “Let’s get him!” Jane was raring to go, but Charlotte pulled her back.
    “We know his hiding place now. We can wait.”
    “Why? Let’s do it now!”
    “Be logical about this. Even if you really want to physically wrestle the book out of Eric’s hands—”
    “And give him a good sock on the nose to boot.”
    “—and give him a good sock on the nose to boot, scrapping over stolen property in view of the whole school, who will right now be assembling in fire-alarm formation on the front lawns, is likely to draw more attention to you and your secret notebook than you’d prefer, isn’t it?”
    Jane nodded.
    “Speaking of the alarm, let’s get out of here.”
    “Should we join the others?”
    Charlotte turned her back on the alarms and started walking.
    “Nah, we’ve got time for another coffee before class. I can outline our next steps.”
    Excerpt from ‘Attack of the Space Pirates,’ published by plainjane on fanfictionhouse.net, category: crossovers, Sherlock Holmes/Star Force, 24 th January 2012.
    Keywords: crossover, science fiction AU, character: Sherlock Holmes, character: John Watson, character: Irene Adler, John/Sherlock, Irene/Sherlock, OCs
    T HE PROXIMITY ALARMS wailed throughout the ship, but too late. The enemy had boarded. First, the Krangon raiders had clamped their craft to the Journey , then they’d broken through its hull and pumped its life support systems full of sleep pollen, knocking out all the crew.
    Lieutenant Sherlock Holmes dispatched another Krangon pirate with his laser pistol as he tried to think his way around the problem.
    The ship’s Chef Medical Officer, Doctor John Watson, knocked out another, freeing the pirate’s hastily-grabbed hostages—two young ensigns in red shirts—and easing the girls’ unconscious bodies safely to the floor.
    He and Doctor Watson had been lucky, thought Sherlock. They had been... occupied in the medical bay when the attack hit. Sherlock had recognised the distinctive scent of the sleep pollen from Krang’s opiate dens (he had not confessed the source of his knowledge to Watson, but he was sure John had his suspicions). Watson found the correct antidote (a powerful stimulant, to counteract the narcotic pollen) in his supply cupboards and injected them both just before the drug would have overpowered their senses. Although the Doctor’s species was not as logical as his own, the Hephaestans, Sherlock had to credit the human with a modicum of quick thinking in that situation.
    Now they were both on their way to the ship’s air circulation systems with enough antidote to revive a dead space whale. If successfully revived, the ship’s five hundred crew members were going to have trouble sleeping for a few nights, but at least they’d be alive and not flushed out into the vacuum of space, as was frequently the fate of any crew whose craft was taken by pirates.
    There had recently been a number of ships stolen in this way in this part of the galaxy, both civilian and Star Force, merchant and military. Sherlock wondered if he’d discover how the Krangon pirates were getting so close undetected by the ships’ defences, or if he’d go to his grave unknowing.
    Dr Watson injected the ex-hostages with the antidote — Sherlock assumed this was John’s annoying human sentimentality showing. It was hardly logical behaviour, as it wasn’t as if two ensigns would help much in a fight. At least they had plenty of antidote to spare.
    “Good girl,