Molly Hooper finds herself unnerved by the intense, piercing green eyes that seem to follow her around her grandfather's cocktail party. Everywhere she tries to make an escape, she is thwarted by the owner of those green eyes. It would seem Sherlock Holmes either is not aware of the effect that he has on her, or he simply does not care.

Darcy Lewis doesn't know what's worse, fiinding out that she's a Stark or being friends with the God of Thunder. Both situations are proving to be hazzardous to her health, especially since both situations get the attention of everyone's favorite God of Mischief. NO LONGER ON HIATUS :)

Molly didn't know if this was just some sort of friendly rivalry between the two men or something more sinister.

"Oh Mr. Holmes," she said. "I'm so frightened. I am being followed." This is a Victorian Sherolly.

When an American heiress is kidnapped, Sherlock must go undercover with Molly Hooper to a cult-based retreat in the countryside to find her. Mystery, romance and adventure. This began as a sequel to Tinderbox, and is now a stand alone story, taking place after the third season. Enjoy!

This is post HLV. Contains spoilers! I love that Molly is finally standing her ground. She is key to helping bring down Moriarty. I ship Sherlock and Molly, Mary and John. So, if you aren't okay with these ships, please do not judge me for mine, I promise I wouldn't do that to you. I hope you enjoy :) Also, some original characters!

Molly tries to get over her obsession of Sherlock with the help of her other pet obsession - ticking things off a list. How far will she go in her 'Things to do to get over Sherlock' list? Read and find out : ) Slightly A.U as I started writing it before 3rd season aired.

Yes, if Smaug the desolator had a heart, it would have broken into a thousand pieces.

He was certain that Thranduil had sent her to torment him...to tear apart everything that he was and utterly destroy him...he would come to find out that he had never been so wrong in his life.

It's with some annoyance that she notices he's got his feet propped up on the arm of the sofa without having first removed his shoes.

The dead girl's skin was alabaster white as if some skin bleaching agent had been used and her makeup was fresh and lovely. One eye had been removed before death. But perhaps the most interesting thing about the corpse was that the freshly manicured hands were folded over her chest and she was holding a paper doll.

Jim smiled his funny little smile and took a step forward. "I asked you a question Molly? Did you miss me?" He took another step and stopped. The smile fell from his face. "DID YOU?" He screamed.

This was the most ruthless, vindictive, and complete means of revenge that he could think of. Using the Admiral's daughter against him as the Admiral had used Harrison's own people against him. It would be even more delicious if he could make her love him. So his revenge was to be a game of seduction. (This story was original published as "Is there Anything Sweeter?" ON HIATUS!

"Very good little Molly. You do look scrumptious in red."

Molly finds herself abducted and taken away in the middle of the night. Little does she know that she is the desire of not one, but two men who would stop at nothing to have her.

He had plenty of places to go on an emergency situation and today, he needed to visit one of them. A particular one. He always noticed the fact that this place made him feel… at home. But that fact scared him. Because then he would want to come everyday. (M for a reason)

He could feel a slow burn begin to build within him. It was a primal, possessive feeling. She was his…she belonged to him. She had always been his, even before he had come to realize just exactly what she meant to him. His heart and soul had known before his clinical, concrete mind.

This is a cute little story on how Sherlock Holmes just doesn't have a clue and it's John Watson to the rescue! Sherlock/Molly John/Mary, OMC

AU England has changed. James Moriarty has taken over the country with the help of Irene Adler and Sebastian Moran. Sherlock and John live in hiding until Mycroft wants them to find Isabel Williams, a young woman who stole from the government. She keeps a dark secret...dystopian universe, no Johnlock. Rated T for the moment, maybe I'll change it.

A tale of love. Will Sherlock Holmes find his true love on Valentine's Day?

Sherlock frowned. "What do you mean she's not coming?" "Sherlock why would she come? Did you forget how you treated her last Christmas party that we had? You were cruel and humiliated her in front of all of us." A little Christmas two shot staring everyone's favorite consulting detective.

"Ow Molly, I think you broke my nose." Sherlock fumed. "No I didn't. I barely hit you." Molly repsonded.

Sherlock comes to understand sentiment, loss, regret, and love.

He rolls his eyes at least a dozen times a session, never contributes anything positive, cuts people down (including the lecturer) and nearly killed Andy when he accidentally knocked his petri dishes off of the work bench.

She was becoming quite proficient in mimicking him. She had noticed how she had begun to crave his aloofness, his coldness, his distancing. It was much preferable to the pain that had slowly been killing her inside.

Tears stung her eyes and she shook violently, but she was too terrified to move. When she felt its icy finger brush across her cheek, she managed a blood curdling scream. She had just grabbed for her phone when she was grabbed from behind by cold, wet arms wrapping around her and lifting her from the ground. A little Halloween One shot! Enjoy!

It's date night and it's Sherlock's time to pick the movie. What happens when he listens to John and takes a horror movie over to Molly's?

She could hear his sigh of annoyance through her door. "Molly, this is ridiculous. Let me in. I can smell you Molly. Let me in so that I can devour you."

Sally charged from the bedroom into the living room. As she was coming into the room, she began speaking to Molly. "No Molly, not the freakkkkk….." She sputtered as her eyes fell on the freak in question. Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Sgt Donovan." He bit out in greeting.

This is a birthday present for louvreangel. It's also my first attempt at a one shot. It's a bit angsty at first, but has its happy ending.

Being Sherlock's friend has never been easy, or even pleasant, but ever since Jim from I.T. showed up it has cost her more than even the consultimg detective knows, but in his time of need she's there, without question, protecting him, because that's what friends do. Allusions to possible rape, and quite a bit of violence, but also BAMF! Molly and sexytimes.

Six months after Sherlock has returned, there have been certain changes in the way he sees his pathologist. However, though Sherlock thinks he has destroyed Moriarty's web, he always misses something...there's always one thing.