A/N:I was watching Elementary a few weeks ago (the episode where Sherlock's old drug dealer comes to him for help) and something clicked with me. Because it's been bothering me for some time how different this Sherlock is from every Sherlock before him. He's always been utterly oblivious to other people's feelings, unless is was relevant to his current case, and he's certainly never changed his actions with regard to people's feelings. But I've finally figured out why. THIS Sherlock is meant to be a CONTINUATION from any other Sherlock. Elementary takes place AFTER Sherlock. And that is the basis for the following story. Memoirs of a New Man will chronicle the transition between shows and, eventually, the inner thoughts of the now combined Sherlocks.

This first chapter is very short, but it's really just to set the scene. I'm quite busy these days, and I want to make sure I'm putting up nice, lengthy chapters. But I wanted to get the story up quick so y'all know what's coming, and thus we have this little stub of an intro. Please enjoy anyway, and look forward to more stuff soon! TTFN!

A reprint from the reminiscences of Sherlock Holmes, late, consulting detective to The Scotland Yard:

I had to die. It had to happen, for the sake of everyone I hold dear. I will not reveal how exactly I did it, of course (for it would not be in a magician's best interest to reveal the workings of his finest trick), but I will now begin to record the repercussions of this act. I will from this day forward record the details of my actions, in an attempt to make my legacy as the only man smart enough to combat the criminal classes known. Perhaps if you, reader, are of minimal stupidity, you might learn from these memoirs and continue that legacy. Perhaps, also, these reminiscences can serve as a sort of 'sequel' to those which John was writing. I suppose his grief has caused him to discontinue his writings. I have long thought of revealing to John that I am alive, but it is simply not logical.

"Logical?! Could you stop calculating for a moment and consider someone's feelings for once?"

...Funny. Sounds like something John would say. He does get rather sentimental, that man. Not sure why something so silly would occur to me...

Anyway, John simply can't ever know. He would be in too much danger with me, particularly because coordinating between the two of us would be too noticeable. I will get a flat by the outer edges of London, staying as far from Baker Street as possible. I may have to go further, but I'm reluctant to leave London. If I keep my head low, I should be able to make a fresh start. I had Molly make sure there was no obituary. (Not sure how she managed it, but Molly is so loyal, and it appears she found a way.) Besides those wonderful few who I had to die for in the first place, and those out to commit my killing, there aren't many who know me well enough to notice my absence. In fact, I can think of several members of the Scotland Yard who may be glad to learn of my death.

I've found an American police captain spending some time with the Yard who will work with me. I've explained that neither LeStrade nor those in his unit can know of my consulting him, and, after a few demonstrations of my intellect, he has agreed to let me into his more challenging cases. I look forward to getting back to my work, with this Captain Gregson. I hope he will grow to be as astute as LeStrade did.

I'm not entirely certain of how frequently these entries will come, seeing as my work does so envelop me when I'm in the midst of a good case. However, perhaps writing my thoughts will help to engender new ones. I know not, but together, dear reader, we shall see where this memoir leads me.

I hate to call it a memoir. Sounds far too ordinary.