Although Buckingham Palace has served as the official London residence of the Greater Britain's sovereigns since 1657, it was at one time the headquarters if the Druhish before that and the Druids after. Merlin founded it as a tribute to King Arthur and when the great King later ceded title to the structure to Lord Buckingham, he in turn deeded it to the long line of King and Queens that followed Arthur, in honor of the lost Camelot and the great deeds of the King and his famous Knights of the Round Table.
Although Arthur vanished for a time with Merlin to the Hidden Isles of the Vale of Avalon, it was well known that he was still there, alive and well, he and Merlin waiting for the time when he would return to save the world from the great calamity that was predicted to facing it in the two thousands.
Good Queen Mary of Scots didn't know if all that was true or not, but she had gladly accepted the Palace for her administrative duties, reserving the Windsor Castle for her dominant residence and place to court ambassadors, and fellow nobility in her line of work, which was protecting the Greater Britains and administering to the needs of the many.
Buckingham Palace has 8775 rooms, which in the magical worlds that abided in this London, was perfection. Harry Houdini, himself, had sanctified the Palace many a time with arcane rituals he had learned from the Great White Brotherhood of the Ark, a mysterious organization founded by Merlin before his vanishment with Arthur.
There were 9 State rooms, 10 rooms for administering to the needs of the poor, 52 Royal and guest bedrooms, 288 staff bedrooms, 92 offices and 78 bathrooms. In measurements, the building is 188 meters long across the front, 160 meters deep (including the central triangle within the quad and 34 meters high, causing it to rival the Tower of London for its height.
So it is no wonder that when Buckingham Palace was successfully bombed by a Moriarity Terrorist, that the general public would grow alarmed. Reports of zombies, mummies with blazing red eyes and extra-terrestrial beings invading the Realms were rampant.
As Sherlock and the Scots Ambassador helped to secure the good Queen and tend to her injuries, her court went crazy. It was Challenger and Conan who stepped in at that hour of great terror and need to stabilize the panicked soldiers, ambassadors, and governmental staff and get them to exit the building in an orderly manner. And to their credit, this was with both men having been burned and cut badly from the bomb's debris, even as Sherlock and the Ambassador to Scots carried the good Queen Mary of Scots to safety as the structure began tumbling down about them.
All in all, over two people died as the building collapsed, but more than a thousand were saved and it is to the bravery of Sherlock and his friends, which even that many survived. Not only did they carry the Queen and place her into the hands of her still functioning Royal Guards, but they went back inside repeatedly, along with Conan and Challenger to search the debris and tumbling structure for more survivors.
In all they saved an additional thirty women and children, who had been on a tour from a local school. It was their lucky day, for their driver, their principal and ten male teachers all perished trying to spare the others harm.
It was a dark day for London, for the Queen and all those who believed in justice and fairness in the Realms.
Sherlock paced the sitting room nervously as Mrs. Hudson did her best to quail her own fears and doubts by helping Lady Shareen and Madame Curie attend to the wounds of Sherlock's good friends.
Conan was in a kind of shock, as he had never experienced so much death before, and the sight of all those mangled and bleeding bodies, dismembered body parts strewn about, the eyes of children and women alike smashed from their faces, would haunt him forever.
Challenger took it better, but his right shoulder was hurt badly and Conan had to help Mrs. Hudson to get him still long enough to reset the bones.
"Christ in heaven, bloody Mary in hell, stop it!" Challenger cried out from the pain as they popped his shoulder back in place.
He glared at his two friends a moment angrily, then sniffed and smiled slightly. "My, the pain is gone."
"But not your insufferable words." Mrs. Hudson scolded him. "You should know better than to speak like that in front of a lady!" She warned him with a finger almost in his face.
He started to make a remark and she put a finger to his lips. "And don't go joking me about not seeing any ladies, or I'll tear your tongue out by its bloody roots!"
Then she broke into laughter and hugged him. He looked astounded a moment, then returned the hug with a kind smile.
"I humbly apologize for my conduct to you, Mrs. Hudson, and to you my good friend, Conan."
"Accepted." Conan replied, flopping down onto a chair, then grabbing a tea cup and pouring some hot tea into it. He eyed the curls of smoke from the hot tea a moment, and then looked up as Sherlock looked over at him.
"I think we can safely say that Moriarity is indeed behind this whole bloody mess." Conan commented, his voice dripping with malice.
Sherlock still said nothing. He turned away and went to the window and looked out, as if hoping someone might be there. Someone he missed greatly.
Mrs. Hudson gave Conan and Challenger a sad look, then headed for the stairs. "I'll have some fresh sandwiches for the lot of you in about five."
Lady Shareen, who had also been quite quiet, tossed all the medical supplies into a bowl, and then followed her. "Let me help you. I need to get my mind off what happened for a time."
"So very welcome to help, my dear Lady."
Lady Shareen smiled and touched Mrs. Hudson's right arm gently. "Don't worry, he'll be safe. I promise."
Mrs. Hudson lost all her composure and broke into tears.
Lady Shareen put the bowl down, then wrapped her arms about Mrs. Hudson and drew her close. Her own eyes began to wet, for she feared for her man as much as Mrs. Hudson's for hers, for though he was the Jungle Lord; he was only human, after all.
Sherlock turned to watch, his own eyes quivering for a moment as if ready to mist over, then he returned his attention to the street below, an utter look of hopelessness on his face, that he dared not show another, for fear it would destroy their confidence in him.
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