I don’t think I have any actual FIC in there. It’s currently all notes. The conversation that generated it goes like this:
PA: I’ve never told anybody that I hanker after a fic in which John spends some period of time operating a tavern in some remote part of Asia. And raises hell, and gets drunk with the natives, and probably sets a building on fire at some point.
PA: I dunno if it was part of his misspent youth, or if this is what he gets up to in the three years Sherlock is gone.
BelovedMuerto: I’d totally buy him fucking off to nepal for a while. As his gap year or after Sherlock goes off
PA: Where he tells crazy stories about the crap he used to get up to.
BelovedMuerto: and none of the locals buy it
BelovedMuerto: they all call him Crazy Doctor
BelovedMuerto: and he can drink them all under the table
BelovedMuerto: and ALWAYS wins at cards
PA: And Sherlock gets back and he’s like, “Where the hell’s John?”
PA: and a couple of years later he finally walks into that bar.
PA: Chased by people with guns, natch.
BelovedMuerto: and John’s just like GTFO
BelovedMuerto: and shoots people
PA: And then he BAMFs all over the bad guys, and stuff gets broken, and he’s like YOU OWE ME FOR THE BUILDING. FUCK YOU AND YOU OWE ME FOR THE BUILDING.
BelovedMuerto: and then they have really angry hot sex.