Finalmente vivirán juntos y sólo durante unos minutos, ya que cierto invitado no deseado acabará con la idílica convivencia, Mycroft deberá superar su orgullo "Holmes" para tener de vuelta a su amado Greg.

Sherlock has difficulty navigating life. There are lots of reasons why and this fic explores some of the reasons and their effects. I'm not good at summaries, you'll have to actually read it to know what this is about. Lots of angst and there'll be a lot of H/C in the last chapter.

John Watson has bad days. It's never really that far from the surface, but he keeps it well hid. That is until a case with Sherlock brings it all back. Can he overcome his demons? Can he find his way home? With Sherlock's help, he just might.

Mrs Hudson had some cleaning up to do. Of a very different sort.

Begegnungen zwischen Mycroft Holmes und Greg Lestrade. Mal mehr und mal weniger merkwürdig und immer interessanter werdend. Ein Kapitel pro Episode von Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes returns to 221B Baker Street for the first time since the fall.

Joan meets a rather familiar stranger on a bus ride one morning.

What happens when Sherlock enters his mind palace and can't get out? Will John do anything to unlock the doors? (One shot)

Some late night babble. Warning for some fluff. Don't want to give too much away! Not something I've done before anyway.. One-shot

Sherlock y Víctor se dan cuenta que están enamorados.

"What can I trust if I can't trust my own eyes? And in front of me is the cold, dead body of my younger brother, the famous Sherlock Holmes. There is no hope for his return." After guilt eats away at Mycroft's conscience, he recalls a lifetime of memories he once shared with Sherlock. (Asperger's!Sherlock, will span many years)

Sherlock returns to 221b after destroying Moriarty's network, but John isn't coping as well as he'd have liked. Rated M for future Johnlock smut, as well as some explicit language and graphic violence. Contains self-harming and references anorexia, so trigger warning is needed. Now complete, and I'd really appreciate reviews; this is my first fanfic.

John Watson is more than a jar on the sidewalk, and more than his cane and his cast. His prescription of pity and privacy doesn't seem to be working… A series of 100-word drabbles about John's life before he met Sherlock. In random order. Reviews equal beautiful John gifs/art in your inbox! Thanks!

Teenlock. Molly said something horrible about Sherlock, and he overheard. (Part of A Sherlolly Story A Day Challenge)

Sherlock taking care of pregnant Molly. (Part of A Sherlolly Story A Day Challenge)

Sometimes John still can't tell the difference between home and Afghanistan. Alternate scene in "The Great Game" where Sherlock shoots the wall. No slash. Little bit of John whump.

As the ground rushes forward, a memory sparks in Sherlock's mind. The case he never solved, the one that haunted him- still haunts him- even as the cement looms closer and closer. It all started when Sherlock was six years old...

Kontynuacja mojego wcześniejszego opowiadania "Cichy anioł". Molly ma dosyć traktowania siebie jak rzecz i wykorzystywania swojej osoby. Czy uda jej się w końcu postawić detektywowi i wyjawić swoje uczucia?

A fellow Sherlock author asked me to put together a comprehensive guide to writing both gay and straight erotic fiction, as well as lists of sexy words and some general writing tips. Please feel free to use. Includes Table of Contents and References.

John had always wondered what emotions had prompted Sherlock to write a song for Irene. Until this moment, he had never suspected that he might have one too.

Sherlock never knew his neighbours, but this changes when a young biology student moved next door. Catherine Amell was something he had never expected from a young woman. He realised fast that she could be more than a short victim. But what Sherlock never expected, was, that Catherine was going to be one of his biggest case- in many way. NO ROMANCE and I'm not a native speaker ;)

because subtlety doesn't work on a woman who's oblivious. - Sherlolly.

Golpeó los cristales con tanta fuerza que casi acabó rompiéndolos, pero su furia no impidió que comenzara a derramas lágrimas de frustración y miedo.

In which Sherlock and John are laying in bed and Sherlock recites a poem.

Il voulait être entendu. Une oreille attentive, un après-midi balayé d'un vent chaud et parfumé, une nuit sans lune, au cours de l'éternité qu'est la vie, il souhaitait que l'on écoute ce qu'il avait à dire. Pourtant, avec lui, il se surprit à vouloir écouter. SH/JW UA