If I was to say Sherlock Holmes what would you think of? The dynamic, charming, complicated man from my dear Arthur's stories. The adventures of the impossible Sherlock Holmes and his faithful companion John Watson, flattering really. Wrong of course, but Arthur's only a partially prophetic so that was to be expected. That was a dangerous time for me though; people thinking they recognise me. I learnt soon enough to hide in the shadows and soon could pass unnoticed until my fame died down again. After a while everyone forgot me, films were made and people's perceptions of me changed meaning 'John Watson' and I could live normal lives. However I've learnt now that even I can't hide from pain and death; so this is my last confession. Read it well.

I never aimed to become a detective, when I was young I wanted to be a great pirate captain, using my powers to defeat the British navy, the 'good' guys. Not that I'm a bad guy, to quote that infuriating TV series 'I may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for one moment I am one of them'. Not that I'm an angel anymore, I cut off my wings long ago. However that TV series is the main reason I'm being forced to come forth. People are recognising me and reminding me of things I do not wish to remember. I've lived too long and seen too many people die and leave me.

I imagine I've confused many of your tiny brains by now. I am Sherlock Holmes, archangel, grand sorcerer, and consultant detective. I have existed for too long, I lost count of the exact years but I pre-exist even the earth itself. As I grew up I hungered for knowledge, when I had learnt all Heaven could teach me I left my home for earth and trained at all the great sorcery schools until there was no one left to teach me. I then experimented and invented spells myself and taught myself everything I found important from the normals. I used all my extensive knowledge to solve the problems of the normals, sorcerers and wayward angels; to become the Earths's first and only sorcerer and normal consultant detective.

I've fought wars, saved lives and changed nations. Not what you were expecting? Then let me surprise you once more. John Watson does not exist, never has and never will. However Violet Watson used to exist. Violet was the perfect assistant for me, despite her lack of magic, she was everything I wasn't and more. However too many people saw that she was my weakness and even before we got married there were many attempts on her life, forcing us to separate temporarily. She disguised herself as a man, naming herself John, then trained as an army doctor and entered the army. We kept our marriage and her sex a secret throughout those years and only contacted each other in code, using my job as a consultant detective as a cover; as far as anyone was concerned I was looking into the whereabouts of John's wife who had gone missing in 'suspicious circumstances'. It was a dark day for me when she was shot and I couldn't see her, they wouldn't even tell me if she was living or dead as there was no evidence of who she was (they had naturally discovered her true sex) and I couldn't prove that she was married to me.

It was difficult pretending to John's friend Mike that and John and I were perfect strangers, arranging our meeting was fun though. John was against taking advantage of Mike's predictability but I'm nothing if not convincing and we tricked Mike into taking John to visit me. John had greatly changed, I'd never seen Violet as John but even without that she was almost unrecognisable. She was brown as a nut and thin as a rake. She was sallow and had obviously lost weight rapidly, but she was very fit. She moved stiffly making it clear how aware she was of her wound, but she moved with military purpose. She made a handsome male, it still makes me smile to remember how nervous she was to see me again. Irritatingly Mike refused to leave us alone together so our reunion was dampened but we made up for that when John came back to live in my apartment.