Picking up after Letters to a Soldier, John is back in Afghanistan and Sherlock is still in London, with only letters to connect them. Will absence make the heart grow fonder, or will the distance be too boring for the consulting detective? Johnlock. NOW COMPLETE.

Most people's primary impression of John Watson was of a smallish, harmless alpha with bad taste in jumpers. It took a surprising amount of work to keep it that way.

aka "Why Sherlock Can Never Remember Lestrade's First Name"

With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Updated in real time!

Sherlock/John, Omegaverse AU. Basically, friendship, angst, adventure, smut, more angst, then fluff. Sherlock and John were together since they were young, now in London for uni. John has a secret crush on Sherlock. Gorgeous-alpha!Sherlock, Gorgeous-omega!John, WIP

John is an empath. Which isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds. Most of the time, it's not even useful. Sherlock/John, disregards Season 3.

It isn't bravery that makes John so willing to risk his life for Sherlock. At least, he doesn't think it is – it's just simple mathematics. John/Sherlock implied, Reichenbach spoilers.

Complete. Written for a kinkmeme prompt: Moriarty frames John and Anthea of betrayals which cause both of the Holmes brothers to cut them off, and they then try to clear their names. Violence, het and slash: Mycroft/Anthea and John/Sherlock.

After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them... Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Lestrade decides to drive Sherlock and John home after their adventure in Baskerville. Sherlock and John bicker like little kids in the back seat. Lestrade suffers.

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.

A badly injured Sherlock waits for help to arrive. Naturally, he's more concerned with the whereabouts of his scarf.

AU. Ever since he was born, John has been able to perceive people's auras. So he can see straight away that there's something special about Sherlock Holmes. John/Sherlock, Mystrade.

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

Complete. AU. In a world of sorcerers and magic, Sherlock is a Faerie-born and John, lacking any kind of magical talent, often seems a bit out of place. But he has a gift all his own...Slash, Sherlock/John

John goes on a school reunion and gets drunk. Sherlock solves some crimes and gets some interesting phone calls.

John is struck with a memory from his teenage years. / / "You drew this," John grins, pointing to the little drawing on the paper. "You gave it to me when you were five. I babysat you."

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?

John gets jealous. Sherlock doesn't. Yeah right.

Sherlock realises that John's dating habits involve an unacceptable level of risk... what if he meets an unusually tolerant woman and ends up getting married? Slash / Romance / Angst / Humour ... Now with added Christmas!

Sherlock is possessed by a demon. A damned, wicked soul that uses the kitchen table for blood rituals and experiments. John doesn't even notice the difference.

Written for a kinkmeme prompt. Sherlock makes deductions about a loved up couple nearby. John realises it sounds exactly like them. S/J

Alternate Ending to last episode. You know that person who we thought for a split second might be Moriarty? Well, he is.

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

The first time was involuntary, I am certain. He did not walk toward me so much as fall against me, body crumpling in a graceful arch. I remained still, unsure of how to proceed. "You're alive" he breathed, so softly that only I could have heard him.

You can take the daredevil out of Iowa, but you can't ever take the driving-off-cliffs out of James T. Kirk, as the unfortunate crew of the Enterprise soon learns.