Molly knows that her flat is one of Sherlock's favorite bolt holes. She discovers one night that it's for an entirely different reason than what she first thought.

The only piece of Sherlock John has left is the ability to text him. And he does, a lot. Even though he thinks Sherlock is dead he still talks to him. But Sherlock is getting the texts. A lot of this is based off a tumblr post which inspired this; so thank you to those people and I hope you don't mind.

Five times John wore Sherlock's coat and one time he didn't need to . Fluff, implied Sherlock/John.

Post-Reichenbach. Watson, Lestrade, and Mycroft go back into Sherlock's life to try to understand his death. Contains jazz hands and urination on someone's business card.

All John wants is a night down the pub with all his friends for his birthday, but Sherlock's having none of it. Written for a friend's birthday! Pre-slash J/W, ish.

Or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants. Sherlock overdoses on Red Bull, much to John's dismay. Spin-off fic set before the events of "You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners". Pre-slash if you squint, but can be read as gen.

Sherlock drags John along to Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy And "Anthea", too . Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Shenanigans ensue.

Sherlock tries out twitter. Disaster ensues. Crack, implied Sherlock/John. If you want to read chronologically, start at the bottom.

Sherlock tries to understand his preoccupation with one Doctor John Watson - the one case he can never solve. Sherlock/John pre-slash.