Before they met, Sherlock & John had each celebrated, ignored, & vilified, a lifetime of Christmases. This is the story of those Christmases, the ones before Sherlock & John were Sherlock & John... And there will be a few Baker St celebrations as well.

John Watson is in love with Sherlock

Fani „Sherlocka" od zawsze zastanawiają się, dlaczego Jim Moriarty w scenie na dachu nie wymierzył broni w Molly Hooper. Nadszedł czas na odpowiedź... [Molliarty]

Five times Sherlock hated his name, and one time when he didn't. William Sherlock Scott Holmes' relationship with – and dislike of – his own name throughout the years.

Los hermanos Holmes son polos opuestos, cualquiera puede notar eso pero no saben que sus diferencias van mucho más allá de las evidentes/AU-OoC-Parafilias-Holmescest.

Sherlock veut jouer, encore. Décidément, quand il s'ennuie celui-là ! Mais John est fatigué. Quand les sentiments ne peuvent être exprimés normalement, sûrement à cause d'un manque de normalité évident... Et que notre pauvre Watson n'a d'autre choix que de subir les fantaisies de son ami. /le ton de cette fic est léger, à lire pour se détendre je pense :D/ (persos OOC)

Welcome to a series of stories of varying length, each one telling of a near death experience for poor John Watson. This collection was inspired by a challenge from the lovely Ennui Enigma. It may not update often so it will take a while to complete. As with my previous collection there may be some slash, but each story will be flagged. Rated M for violence, gore and some slash

I don't think Moriarty died in the first place. I think he did what Emilia Ricoletti did and faked his death somehow. Or someone is using Moriarty's persona for some reason. Either way, it's not good.

"Two years ago, if anyone asked Sally to run an errand for Sherlock Holmes, she would have said absolutely bloody not. She was NOT his private bloody courier." The intervening years make victims of everyone. Rated M for safety. Mentions of injuries and murder.

Molly needs a 'boyfriend' for a weekend at her mother's. Sherlock agrees then things get all kinds of complicated. A gift for sherlockian87.

John and Sherlocks lights go out and they find their wires cut with a note from their arch enemy, Moriarty. Join them to go face to face with Moriarty.

The one where Molly Hooper is the unwilling sacrificial lamb. But we can't have that, can we? Sherlolly. god!lock AU. Crack, adventure and a case fic thrown in a blender and pureed.

After what happened at the pool, Sherlock went over to Lestrade's again. Part 4 of Coming Over Series

Mrs. Hudson has blinked out of existence, John is missing out of sight and entire London PD is on roll to find out what's happening. Out of the blue, Sherlock finds himself in an awkward position ever since Moriarty's death. What's in store for him? And where is his blogger companion?

Inspired by the classic 1950's song, "I Only Have Eyes For You." Sherlock and Molly dance at a New Year's Eve party.

Lestrade discovers Sherlock has taken up a . . . fascinating hobby.

"If you are not careful, the Holmes Boys WILL be your downfall." What Molly's superior did not know was that they already were a long time ago. *Mollcroft & Not Beta Read*

Sherlock get's injured during a case and he goes into a coma, leaving a guilty john at his bedside. Sherlock, still in the coma, wakes up in his bed to find that everything is different, including his relationship with John.

Just what might slip through when there's been a major crack in the Ice Man's surface ... what - or who?

Sherlock Holmes is up to it again with his experiments, this time going under the alias of "Sharon Hark"

Johnlock. Este fanfic participa en el reto "¡La primera vez!" del foro I am sherlocked. Sherlock siempre tiene que tener la razón, aunque en diversas situaciones John sabe que le cuesta trabajo tener todas las respuestas. Ganador del 2 lugar en el reto.

Il avait l'impression d'étouffer. Il était peut-être trop tard. Il rappela son grand frère. "-La tamise. Il va se jeter dans la tamise ! -Calme t-..." Sherlock avait déjà raccroché.

Sherlock was a man of acquired taste, had an odd sense of style when it came to meals, and John was aware of that fact; he wouldn't have thought he'd be so intimately aware of it, though. He never expected Sherlock's excellent stew to have such...unheard of ingredients, either.

In the dark, dark flat, there was a dark, dark bedroom.

[I watched him go, aware of the shaking in my hands. I didn't know how I would cope without him. He had been there since the beginning of my diagnosis. Now he was leaving. He was leaving me by myself. I was sure I was about to dwindle into the darkness without him there to help me.] Slightly AU one-shot.