Quick note: I'd like to dedicate this short (but fun) epilogue to my Holmes, to Jo-Anna :), and most of all, to Prothoe, who reviewed… every chapter. I cannot express how cool you are!

Home Again, Home Again

"How do you spell 'Tredannick Wartha?' Do you think it has two n's?" John looked up from his laptop.

"How should I know?" Sherlock replied from the kitchen, holding up a pipette full of some chemical over the table. The doctor decided right away that he didn't want to know what it was. The two men were back in Baker Street, finally getting back to normal life after their escapade in Cornwall. Well, as normal as life ever got. "What is this 'Tredannick Wartha,' anyway?" the detective asked.

"It's the name of the Tregennises' house, don't you remember?"

"Nope. Unnecessary information. Must've deleted it."

"You deleted their house?"

"No, just the name. Why does it have a name, anyway?"

"All the big houses over there have names. Our little cottage had one, too."

"It did?"

"Yes, the operative word here being had. I still can't believe you set it on fire, Sherlock!"

Sherlock slowly poured the liquid into a small bowl with some other chemical in it. "I was bored, the case was over, and I had to annoy Mycroft somehow. He'll probably just hire someone to rebuild it and then name it after himself, in any case. I still can't believe you tried to make me stay in bed for a week. I was fine."

"Oh, you can believe that I tried. You just can't believe that I succeeded," the doctor smiled smugly.

"Drugging my coffee was cheating!"

"Oh, because you've never done that to me before…"

"That was once! And it was for a case!" The mixture in the bowl started to turn a deep green. "And I didn't actually drug you, after all."

"But you meant to."

"I… might've…"

"So drugging your coffee was completely fair game!" The doctor returned to his typing. "Besides, it was worth it. You're back to full health, and I'm letting you solve cases again." After writing in silence for several minutes, John again broke the silence. "What should I change Curtis Leo's name to?"

"Why does it need to change at all?" Sherlock added another chemical to the mixture.

"Mycroft's been bugging me about changing people's names on the blog so I don't give away too much 'sensitive information.'"

"And you want to stay in my brother's good books since he got you the time-bake stove."

"No, I frankly do not care about Mycroft's good books, even though he could wipe my blog off the face of the earth."

"I notice that you didn't say he could wipe you off the face of the earth, only your blog."

"Yeah, I could give him a run for his money," he smiled at the thought. "Unlike me, however, my blog is unarmed."

"Whatever happened to, 'The pen is mightier than the sword?'"

"It turned into, 'The sword is weaker than the handgun.' Anyway, I obey Mycroft because I happen to respect my authorities."

"Mycroft isn't your authority!"

"Mycroft is the whole of Great Britain's authority! And since I am obeying his authority, what should I call Curtis Leo?"

Sherlock stirred the green mixture thoughtfully. It started to bubble. "Leon Sterndale."

"Why?"

"Just popped into my head." A mist started to rise up from the bowl. The detective took out a match. "You said you wanted a name, not an explanation." He lit it. WHOOF!

John turned around to see Sherlock backing out of a kitchen that was quickly filling with smoke. "What did you just do?"

"All part of the plan!" The detective looked over his friend's shoulder. "What are you- Devil in Disguise? What kind of rubbish title is that?"

"It's not rubbish! It fits perfectly!"

"Oh, please explain this one. I wait with baited breath…"

"Well, the poison's effects were a bit devilish, and the poison was called Angel's Trumpet, but it was really the opposite of angelic, so it was more of a… devil… in disguise. And you can just wipe that look off your face! What would you have called it?"

"The Cornwall Insanity Case."

"Oh, that'll just spark everyone's interest. I can see why your blog's so popular…"

"My title is accurate and straight to the point."

"It's also boring, in case you hadn't noticed."

"At least it doesn't give the impression of some demon running around wearing sunglasses and a fake mustache."

"It's my blog, Sherlock. I can title things how I want."

"Yes, I suppose you have your right to inaccuracy."

"Oh, just shut up, won't you?" John grabbed the Union Jack pillow and chucked it at his friend, who caught it easily.

"Resorting to force rather than logic, then?"

"Shouldn't you be cleaning up the mess you made in the kitchen? Whatever you did, it's still smoking."

"It'll dissipate in its own time."

"And when, exactly, is 'its own time?'"

From somewhere within the smoky kitchen, a mobile phone started ringing. "It must be Lestrade!" Sherlock rushed into the gray cloud and emerged with his phone at his ear. "Yes? Really? We'll be right there." Chuckling, he hung up and ran for his coat.

"Is there a case, then?"

"Oh, yes!" Putting his scarf on, he headed for the door. "A giant rat, John!"

Standing up, John looked at his friend in bewilderment. "A what?"

By this time, Sherlock was already down the stairs. "A giant rat!"

JWJWJW

Some fun notes: The cottage in Cornwall actually exists, and is actually named after Sherlock. It also has a smaller cottage right next to it named after Mycroft. :) Imagine that!

And yes, while time-bake ovens do exist, I realize that time-bake stoves do not, but, you know, Mycroft can do anything, right?

Thank you SO MUCH for your support. I'm afraid this is the end of the story. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. :) Did you have a favorite chapter? Favorite line? Comments? Questions? Feel free to leave a review! Favorites are also greatly appreciated!

Until next time!

~JillianWatson1058