Sherlock's young child is brought into the world after his unusual experiment comes to an end. Fortunately Watson is there to help him through it all. *mpreg within. Don't like? Don't read! rated 'M' for safety

When Joan gets hurt while sparring with Sherlock, he bandages her up, refusing to let her do it herself. The intimacy of the act gets to them both, and they share a moment. Fluffy Joanlock, because who doesn't love fluff? One-shot probably.

Takes place post-6x08, Sand Trap. When Joan confronts Sherlock about his conversation with Kelsey, Joan finds she has to face her feelings about living with Sherlock, what that means for her adoption chances, and why staying with him means so much to her. Joanlock because I can't help it :)

Sherlock is taken by a criminal he helped to capture, after they escape in transit before trial. Joan Watson works with NYPD's finest - Gregson and Bell to figure out where he is, and why they took him. Sherlock has his own mystery to solve, what is his gut trying to tell him about the man holding him captive, unfortunately the drugs aren't helping him to work it out quickly.

After her father's funeral, Joan is awash in emotions she can't quite handle and in need of someone to comfort her. Despite his hesitation and unfamiliarity with being comforting, Sherlock finds himself drawn to her, and he's determined to be there for her in her time of need. Pre-ship/friendship Joanlock. Takes place post episode 6x02.

- I am here, I will never leave your side again, I'd rather die than betray you like that again.- his hands touch softly at her temple. He chokes in her sorrow, it burns and aches and sears down to his very core.

Sherlock's Post Concussion Syndrome gets to him during a stormy night and Joan takes care of her stubborn friend in the only way she can. Sherlock's way!

A collection of Holmes/Watson shorts focusing on (but not limited to) friendship, humor, and romance.

Set sometime late in season three or early in season four. Sherlock is upstairs with his callgirl of the week, while Joan is working in her office-basement. She ends up hearing more than she expected to. Her mind begins to wander. One-sided Joanlock. Oneshot. Rated M for safety.

Sherlock Holmes was a rash man. The kind of man that would punch someone in the face if ticked of the wrong way but none the less he was a sympathetic man. A fuffly one shot, character study I do not own any of the charaters

Joan has been receiving strange gifts for a few weeks. The sender just may be the answer to their most complicated case yet.

Des Chiens. Immenses. Noirs. Aux regards verts de mort et luisant de malice. Il pensait voir les métaphores de son ennemi rodées autour de son crâne, insatiables, insomniaques, invincibles. La boucle infinie de ses peurs ne cessent, et celle des reproches se lancent comme alliée pour le détruire. Un shoot d'héroïne, lui ? Sûrement pas. Il était pourtant sûr de n'avoir rien pris...

Moriarty writes to Joan. She responds. Sherlock stares.

Jamie Moriarty is cunning and calculated, knowing exactly how to get what she wants. Now she's out of prison and after Dr Joan Watson's heart. Will she be able to convince the good doctor and the rest of the gang of her genuine interest and claim the girl or will this be a means to an end; the one way to truly figure out the woman in her painting before she looses interest?

Summary: When Joan learns that Sherlock is in the hospital, she goes to him and begs him not to leave her alone.

Sherlock investigates everything; Joan has given up getting annoyed by it. Snippet written for a three-sentence prompt at fic promptly, which is why it's so short, but I've since altered the punctuation so now it's five sentences instead.

Taking place after episode 05x16 Fidelity, Sherlock and Joan babysit Kitty's son, Archie.

Not two steps off the curb, Sherlock froze as he found himself curiously anchored in a way he certainly hadn't been a second ago. He sent a glance down to his right hand, to find another hand clutching it. He raised his eyes to his partner's face. "What?" Joan asked... [Three touches they've shared before, and the one that started it all. Oneshot. Platonic, or pre-ship if you like]

A drabble/small one-shot regarding Halcón Zelaya's thoughts when Tyus was arrested. WARNING: Some swearing in Spanish

This is a story about friendship and radio silence, panic and loss and finding something that was really always there. About how drastically lives were altered even before anyone knew it. But, perhaps, this is really a story about lakes, rocks and ripples. Because, at the heart, that's really what 9/11 is.

Joan makes one little girl's Christmas.

Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes would be the first to tell you that they were not cops. Thomas Gregson and Marcus Bell - along with the rest of the 11th - would be among the first to tell you that they didn't care.

Drabble series. Essentially a collection of responses to one-word prompts focusing on interactions between Sherlock, Watson, and Jamie, with guest appearances from Kitty, Marcus, and Gregson and a few tiny crossovers. Spoilers through season 4 depending on the drabble, fair warning.

After Moriarty escapes from prison, Sherlock and Joan are put on a plane to go find her and bring her back. Note: this is just a little thought I had and it's not specifically based anywhere in the story line. BEING REWRITTEN

"You're okay," she tells him, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone. You're home. You're safe. I've got you." The words are for her as much as him, but she thinks that's okay. Joanlock-ish. Immediately post 3.24. In which sleeping habits are reversed, boundaries are negotiable, and everybody has all the feels.