Well, I promised you all a happy ending, and here it is. And in a timely fashion too. Without further gilding the lily and with no ado at all, I give you the epilogue and end of New World.

The cop didn't even tell me where he was sending me. Talk about rude! Here I was, dressed oddly compared to everyone else and obviously lost, and he didn't even tell me where he was sending me. But let me back track a bit.

Life went on after Holmes left. Sure, I spent a lot of time on my fire escape, but life went on. Classes started up again about a week after he left so I had something to occupy my mind. Sort of. Pip noticed (obviously) that I was a bit upset and that it didn't go away like we'd all expected it to. She came over to the apartment one Friday night about ten months after Holmes had left to find me sitting in front of the TV watching The Philadelphia Story with a bowl of popcorn on my lap.

"Hey Liz. Shouldn't you be writing that paper for your Politics class?" She flopped down beside me and dug her hand into the popcorn bowl.

"Probably. It'll get done. I have like three days left. And this is a good movie."

"At least you're still going to class." She ate more popcorn. Loudly.

"Oh shut up. I don't skip anymore class now than I did before… yeah. I only skip French." I didn't look at her because I knew she'd be giving me that 'I know you're lying to me but I'm not going to call you on it' look. I hated that look. "I'm fine, Pip. I'm going to class, I'll get my degree and a job (I hope) and be able to move somewhere. It'll all work out."

"Fine you may be," she grumbled. "But you aren't happy." She ate another handful of popcorn. "Look, Liz, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left Frank alone with that computer; I should have known he'd do something unbelievably stupid."

I laughed. "Don't be sorry. I don't regret any of it. I just wish…Never mind." I knew she knew exactly what I wished. I should have gone with him. I knew he couldn't stay, but there was very little holding me here. I didn't get along with my mother, Richard still wasn't speaking to me for almost getting killed on stage in front of a packed house and, at this point, I couldn't care less about college. Sure, I'd miss Pip and Frank, but I knew that we'd both feel better if I wasn't moping around my apartment.

"None of it?" She looked at me sideways.

"Well, I could have done without almost being hanged on stage, but that's not really the same thing."

She laughed. "I suppose it's not."

She ended up staying the night, playing on my laptop (which should have been a red flag) because she didn't want to watch my black and white movies. We both fell asleep in the living room and she woke me up and made me go to my French class the next morning. Without coffee. Sometimes, I really hated her.

I came back from class and dropped my books on the floor by the door, not intending to do the homework. Ever. But I did have to write that Politics paper. I sat down at my laptop and turned it on, typing in my password when it asked. Instead of my normal desktop, the screen went black and the words "THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD" flashed lime green across the screen. The air around me got fizzy and I blinked, trying to clear my vision. I saw a flash of bright light behind my eyelids and felt a jolt. I opened my eyes and saw a lot of brick. Brick buildings, cobbled streets. I was standing on a wooden sidewalk.

I blinked a few times, realizing what Pip had done. Or, tried to do. While I appreciated the fact that she tried to send me back to the man I loved (!), a date would have been nice. Though I was a history major, one part of Victorian London (I could see Big Ben so at least I knew where I was, if not when) looked the same to me as any other part would. Had this been a movie (or bad fanfiction), there would have been a boy with a news paper shouting the date from every street corner, but there wasn't. I couldn't find a paper boy, and I looked for about fifteen minutes. Finally, I decided to cut my loses and try to find the police.

That proved to be less difficult. I was ushered into the office of Somebody Gregson, who listened to my fabricated story (I could hardly tell him that my best friend had sent me back through the fourth dimension via an electronic field) with a huge smirk on his rather less than attractive face. When I finished, he threw a blanket around my shoulders and hustled me out to a rank of carriage-looking things and bundled me into one. He gave an address to the driver that I didn't manage to catch and paid him. The carriage- it had to be a cab and probably a hansom- started to move.

This was bad. I knew where I was, but I had no idea when I was (and that cop just looked at me like I was raving when I asked and didn't answer me), or what I was going to do if whoever was at the address didn't believe me. In far too short a time for my peace of mine, the cab stopped and the man opened the door for me, helping me out. I swallowed hard and walked up the steps to a green door and knocked. A middle aged Scottish woman answered the door and ushered me into something that reminded me of the mud room in my Aunt's house. She took my blanket with a raised eyebrow and I told her what the cop said. She told me to go up the stairs and knock on the first door to my right. So I went up the stairs and knocked on the first door to my right.

A male voice told me to enter, so I did, pushing the door open and freezing in my tracks as I was arrested by a pair of very familiar gray eyes.

We stood for a long moment, Sherlock Holmes and I, staring at each other in a mixture of wonderment and shock. I took another step into the room and was in his arms a heartbeat later. I looked over his shoulder, blinking through tears that were suddenly stinging the backs of my eyes and saw another man who could only be Doctor Watson (who looked as though he was going to wet himself with shock) staring at his 'cold and unfeeling' friend as he embraced a strangely dressed woman for all he was worth.

Holmes pulled back, one hand straying to my cheek. He still had my ring on his finger. "You're here?" He breathed into my ear. "You are not just another dream sent to haunt me?"

I shook my head, a tear forcing its way out of the corner of my eye only to be wiped away by the pad of his thumb. "I'm here." I sniffed, suddenly remembering my anger. "Although I had no hand in my coming here." He raised an eyebrow as he led me to the sofa and sat next to me. The doctor was silent, fairly humming with curiosity and drinking in every word that was said. I winked at him and he smiled. "Pip apparently thought I was moping too much (and I was), so she fixed my laptop to project me back to you. Damn good luck she hit it after you'd already been to see us rather than before." He looked smug. "You were in on this." It was not a question.

"I was not 'in on' anything. She merely asked me what the year was when I left." I glared at him. "I will confess to thinking that she would perhaps find a way to bring us together again."

"You really do know everything." I laughed. "In any event, I went to the police when I couldn't figure out when I was and some pain in the ass cop bundled me into a cab and didn't tell me where it was going. I had no idea I was coming to you."

He smiled a little. "Gregson?" I nodded. "That is very like him. I apologize for the rough conduct I am sure you found at his hands." Watson choked on a laugh then and Holmes remembered he was in the room. I was introduced to him (he kissed my hand and I blushed like mad).

Holmes grabbed my hand suddenly and pulled me to my feet. "Miss James and I shall return shortly. We shall take a turn around Regent's before dinner; she expressed a wish to see it." Watson nodded absently, already reaching for his fountain pen and paper, no doubt to write it all down so the detective could never deny it.

I followed Holmes, even let him throw an overcoat over my shoulders as he hustled me out the door. I was hard put to keep up with his long legged stride, especially as I had no idea at all where I was going.

We made it to Regent's ( I assumed; it was a park anyway) about twenty minutes later and he led me, still silent, along the winding paths until we found ourselves alone under some pine trees. He stopped abruptly, and my shoulder banged into his. He turned to face me, half a smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Will you stay?" he asked. I opened my mouth to reply, but he cut me off. "I realize that it is an enormous amount to ask you to give up, but I do not want to watch you leave again. I-" he faltered, but sped on. "I do not think I would deal well with it."

I smiled. "I'm here for the duration." His face broke out into a huge grin. "To tell you the truth, I couldn't get back even if I wanted to. Not that I do," I added, seeing the grin falter a bit. "I wouldn't deal well with leaving you again. I'm here, if you'll-" He kissed me then, and the rest of my sentence was lost along with most of the functioning part of my brain.

He pulled away just as the purple spots started to swarm before my eyes, telling me that I needed to breathe.

"This time," he whispered, pulling me closer, "I will not let you go."

A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. And it looked as though I would have the chance to. I was, according to my mind, the luckiest young woman in the history of the world. And then I lived happily ever after.

There you go folks. I promised a happy ending and I have delivered. I hope you have enjoyed it and, again, I apologize for the amount of time that elapsed between updates. I do hope this has made up for it. As for the future, I'm going to try and turn my one shot, Reminiscences into a real story, so look out for that. Also, my other story, The Problem with Fics, is officially abandoned. If anyone wants to know what was going to happen (if it wasn't painfully obvious) or wants to take it over to finish, email me and we'll talk. Other than that, I thank you all for reading and would appreciate a review or two.

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