Sherlock and John try out being "friends with benefits." It was nice, for a bit.

Sherlock has been kidnapped by Moriarty, John thinks there's no hope of ever finding him, until he's found.

Sherlock teaches John how to dance. Slash JW/SH, fluff.

'"You know I don't like storms, John. They unsettle me," Sherlock sleepily stated into John's neck.' Slash JW/SH fluffy fic.

John Watson hates the rain, but not for the reasons you might think.

On Christmas Eve, 2005, Lestrade took a recovering drug addict home to spend the holiday with his family. Thirteen years later, Sherlock finds there are echoes of that first Christmas in one he celebrates with John and their son.

John is unexpectedly invited to share Christmas with Sherlock's family. But the seasonal celebrations bring back difficult memories for them both. This is my attempt to understand something of the damage that binds these two men together.

It's raining and the crime scene is dead. Sherlock gets hold of Mycroft's umbrella, then proceeds to warm John up under it. Written for a good friend.

Neither of them can remember what happened last night, but it can be quite easily deduced. John comes to some realisations and Mycroft wins a bet.

Several weeks after the explosion at the pool following "The Great Game" episode, Lestrade visits the recuperating Sherlock and John at 221B Baker Street. He brings case files and food... and a visitor in tow.

Chapter 6 in which various places and positions are tried through the afternoon, and a slashy time is had by all.

Sherlock may be a brilliant detective, but he hasn't the sense to come in out of the rain and cold. Slash, Holmes/Watson

I love you, he whispers to Draco in the dark. He means it. It's worth exactly nothing to the world, but everything to him .