'Let go,' Sherlock says dully. He's shivering, and he can't stop it, but he holds himself stiffly. 'Let go, please.' John's eyes are direct and earnest and slightly stunned, fixed on Sherlock's face, and he takes a rasp of breath and looks down at his fingers on Sherlock's arm as though he doesn't know how they came to be there. Sherlock/John

John dies. Sherlock does almost the exact opposite of what grieving should be.

He wanders his days yearning for something. He spends his nights sleeping in a tower of his own imagination. A Tale of Sleeping Beauty. A birthday fic for mattsloved1.

It's been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he's still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world's only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

SEQUEL FIC! Another Christmas, another year... two broken souls... will they meet this time? Or will their past be too much for them to reconcile? Want to know? Then enjoy the read! :D I know, this is probably the vaguest summary you have ever read. But who wants to expose all their twists and turns in a summary! Please give it a go; I hope YOU will enjoy it :)

In which John gets a second chance, though not in the way one would ever expect. [Slash]

There was a man across the room who was about to propose. Until an oddly persistent waiter demanded his attention. (Outside POV on John and Sherlock's reunion at the restaurant in TEH)

Deceit can be deadly. DARK. Contains suicide, death, violence, some gore, but it gets better, sort of. John POV.

Sherlock is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Warning: angst like whoa.