"The thoughts were still there… the connections were still being made and the sentiment didn't distract him as he thought it might. It just made everything a little less loud." Something goes wrong on a case and Sherlock confesses to John that sometimes...he's as human as the rest of us.

"Sherlock," John tried again, his hand cupping the nape of Sherlock's neck. "You're scaring me."

John finds Sherlock three years after he thought he'd buried him, scared and injured; broken to such an extent he can barely recognise those trying to help him. Battling against too many unanswered questions and his own feelings, John sets out to put him back together, but never stops to consider Sherlock's return may be part of a greater punishment in store for the both of them.

Sherlock gently nudged at John's face, their noses bumping together, and the doctor realized that he was the only one privileged enough to look into those opaline eyes and see all that trust and emotion shining back. This was Sherlock Holmes allowing someone to see him. Johnlock. Virgin!Sherlock. Oneshot. Rated M for smut.

Sherlock had always heard what 'regular people' felt about love. That it felt like coming home, like being cherished and valued. That no matter what, someone would love you. Sherlock didn't believe them. He wasn't like them. All he dreamt about were long, empty corridors, sounds of laughter, happiness drifting through thin walls but never reaching him. Then he met John Watson.

Sherlock needs to apologize to John. But first he has to figure out what he did. New chapter for Arty Diane's birthday ! rated K plus

They speak of a door closing and a window opening. They sing of divine intervention. They pronounce that invisible strings connect us all and gravity pulls at our feet. They declare we are all separated by six degrees. They say a lot of things. Johnlock/Slash Rated M. Now complete.

When Donovan discovers an old secret John Watson considered long buried - a ten-year old "Men of the Armed Forces" calendar which has John as a very enticing pin-up for August, it might change the way everyone sees the unassuming sidekick, even Sherlock Holmes. Rated M but the plot reasonably concludes before the smut if you prefer PG . Follow my m/m romances at

Sequel to 'The Last Drop': Sherlock and John catch a fever.

John/Sherlock. Sherlock lusts from afar. John tries hard to fool himself. High school AU.

Amnesia is just another case to solve. In fact, it's a challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. It's easy, really; he can deduce it all. The tottering old lady is his housekeeper. The man with the silver hair, his boss. The worried girl..infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.

When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

Sherlock and John decide to fend off boredom with a night of heavy drinking.

Sherlock always has, and always will be alone. Or so the Scotland Yard thought, until a soldier, just back from Afghanistan, appears at one of the crime scenes, looking for a Sherlock Holmes. For detectives, they're terrible at making accurate deductions.

There are two-hundred-and-six bones in the human body. Sherlock can name them all.

Lestrade and Donovan make a bet regarding Sherlock and John. It doesn't take long for the majority of the Yard to get involved. S/J

Events after 'The Great Game' leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own... Hurt/Comfort, Romance. Slash. Now with PODFIC!

Following the encounter with Moriarty, Sherlock and John grow closer via text messages.

John knows he has an unusual relationship with his flatmate. He knows their friendship is complicated. And yes, he knows everyone assumes he's in a relationship with Sherlock Holmes. But he's not. Obviously. It's not like that. John would know. Right?

Love, John muses, is sort of like a Quentin Tarantino film. Except not really.

Sherlock does not react well to the idea that John might be dead.