I couldn't help it! I wrote A Trick of the Mind as a short 221B style story, then decided that I really wanted to write odd little chapters about things they did, and cases they solved.
And so here we are - this won't necessarily be updated every day, but I hope to keep it ticking over for a while with snippets of Sherlock and John's lives from the point at which John discovers that Sherlock and Mycroft are actually the last dragons on Earth, to the end of their tale.
If you haven't read A Trick of the Mind it may help to do so - I'd recommend it anyway (yes, yes - anything to get you to read my stuff, I know!) because otherwise some of this may not make sense.

Enjoy!

The stupidity of some members of the human race never seemed to amaze Sherlock.

When they weren't running around killing each other, or stealing from each other, and each thinking they'd never get caught (well, they didn't allow for the genius of the consulting detective, did they?), they were causing havoc just by going about their daily business in their usual blundering fashion.

It was this blundering that led John and Sherlock to where they were now, a blogger and his dragon, sitting in the darkened living room of 221B Baker Street.

In the course of their work the local council had dug up the pavement and cut through power cables. In an effort to fix it they had fractured the gas main. The occupants of the whole street were subject to a freezing night with no heating or access to hot food or drinks.

John sat wrapped in a duvet. Sherlock, having checked on Mrs Hudson, had shut them in and lit the fire.

Every now and then he would blow a brief flame onto a saucepan full of water, and John would carefully take it up and make tea.

And so they sat, toasting bread over the open fire, talking about their old cases, both those John wrote about – and those that dare not make it to the blog.