So much feeling can be contained within a simple touch of the hands. The first three times John held Sherlock's hand he realised that his feelings had grown. The first time that Sherlock held John's hand, he knew there would always be a place for Watson within the inner sanctum of his mind.

John has a shadow he's unaware of, and Sherlock takes up journaling to record a million moments that John can never discover. Warnings: sort of SH/JW, murder, infidelity, etc.

"It took three words to break Sherlock Holmes, but only four to put him back together." Set during & after 'The Reichenbach Fall.'

A Sherlolly spin on what Sherlock was doing before John joined him by the fire in 'The Hound of Baskerville.' Slight reference/foreshadowing of 'The Reichenbach Fall.'

Five points of balance, five people in the balance. Molly Hooper has secrets and he's all out of patches. Tale intended to pair with "Minimum Safe Distance" but can be read as a stand-alone.

A slow-paced Jimlock/Sheriarty fic. After discovering that Watson has moved on, Sherlock makes a choice that changes him. Queue Moriarty, ever curious and ever interested in Mr Holmes. Where will they go? Who will they become? What is to become of the questionable existence of Sherlock's heart? Simple writing, not flowery. Written by Lazarus-James and The-Angry-Blob. No smut yet.

Irene Adler is not the woman in the morgue, Sherlock Holmes resorting to flat-out lies, and the quest for a predawn sugar rush. Tale intended to pair with "Lagrange Points" but can be read as a stand-alone.

Aka, ce que Greg Lestrade est autorisé à faire en présence de Sherlock Holmes. (asexual!Sherlock, slash)

Set after TRF. Was he happy? He didn't even know the meaning of the word anymore, though he did once—before it was so brutally taken away from him. His happiness had come in the form of unruly dark hair and clear blue eyes that John had not had the privilege of seeing for many months.

Sherlock wanted to be a pirate, but what did John want to be? Well one bored Sherlock decides to find out!

Was it wrong to be disappointed when a bullet missed you by mere inches? Johnlock. One-shot. ;D

It's been hard for John and he's done with feeling alone. He's about to do something drastic when Sherlock saves the day yet again. Will he find out what John was doing up in his room? Warning: Near suicide. This will be Johnlock and I hope that doesn't bother you. Rated T for the themes

The coffee really did turn out to be worth missing death for.

When a mysterious woman by the name of Mel comes to live in the vacant room of 221B Baker Street with abilities that match the brilliant detective's, Holmes and Watson discover they are living with more than just a young American girl.

Animosity: an extreme enemy. Lies: those closest to you. Tea: ….awkward. Wesley Mrone is a twenty five year old university graduate looking for her two half brothers and, in finding them, acquires the aid of John Watson. Is she telling all? Is any of it true? Is this as Mary-Sue as it sounds? (no) A collaboration of two great minds bring you ALCTS!

Underneath everything is the slight constriction of muscles and the knowledge that Moriarty has escaped. Sherlock, John, and Lestrade learn to leave behind the threat of Moriarty. They will get through it, they always do.

Sherlock remembers the first time he met John Watson from his exile in France.

Sherlock despises it. Especially when it's not actual dancing.

In which Sherlock gets pinkeye and is forcibly restrained, John is exasperated, Mycroft is surprisingly helpful, and Lestrade attempts to help but fails miserably. Not a one shot, hopefully an actual story with plot and things!

Molly, Molly Hooper, et si elle avait tout faux, et que si, elle était bien à la hauteur? La parfaite hauteur pour cette tâche, et Sherlock ne dira pas le contraire. Lui.

La señora Hudson siempre ha sido una buena casera. Como no subir cuando había gritos entre SUS chicos hace unos minutos y ahora no se oye ni una palabra...solo algún ruido no identificable...xD Pequeño Slash, nada explícito, patatín patatán...

Jim didn't have the good graces to clear out his belongings before he died. He's left that to those who knew him. He's left them a little puzzle too... [Post-Fall. My 20th Moriarty story, I'm told. Happy anniversary to me.]

Sekwel do fika Bez Ciebie,o tym co działo się z Sherlockiem, gdy John po rozgrywce z Moriarty m wyjechał do Brighton i zostawił detektywa samego na Baker Street.Liryka nie jest przyrodzonym stanem Sherlocka Holmesa, dlatego z chęcią odegrałby teatr uczuć aby zatrzymać przy sobie Johna. Sęk w tym,że wcale nie musi nic odgrywać.Przedwalentynkowy fik romantyczny z konfiturą w tle.

This is a poem I wrote when I watched The Reichenbach Fall for the second or third time. I had been thinking about the line Sherlock says that goes "I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them." I hope you like it.

John sometimes wonders what life would be like if everyone was like Sherlock. Kingdom!verse. Drabble-esque.