Post-Reichenbach, two-shot. Mycroft Holmes finds out about Sherlock's suicide.

"The detective's large ego also would have refused to believe that Moriarty wanted an army doctor's company over the great Sherlock Holmes. However, the madman's plan worked seamlessly, and John was currently kneeling at the bottom of an hourglass, sans sand. Then the sand started to fall."

It's New Year's Eve and John thinks he might be having a mid-life crisis. He's tired and lonely... and he's spending New Years with Sherlock Holmes. It has to be a mid-life crisis. It just has to be.

Irene reflects on her relationships with Sherlock and Jim while waiting for her death. Rated T because, well, it's Irene. ;P Please R&R!

Sherlock asks John to celebrate New Years with him instead of going out.

Sherlock is fourteen years old and has no friends. Well, until his teacher pairs him up with John Watson. teen!lock, AU, Johnlock, becomes M in later chapters.

Happy New Year! John and Sherlock share a kiss and more! This is a oneshot, and it became quite explicit, so please, M to MA readers only! xx

Sherlock is dead to each and every person who ever loved him. The rest of the world doesn't believe he was ever real. As Sherlock begins to re-appear to each of his friends, he gets closer and closer to returning to the one person who brought him back to begin with: Doctor John Watson. A set of short dialogues in-character, including Irene, Mycroft, and Lestrade.

In which John & Sherlock are two actors in a low-budget porn flick and both very shy, really. Really. Or, I wickedly stole the plot from Love Actually and the characters from Moffat-Gatiss, TY, as portrayed in BBC's stunning productions. I will use them, abuse them mildly with much UST and schmoop as can be dashed in by a barking mad lady and then give them back, promise. Damp.

It was New Year's Eve. I was bored. Basically, this is a one-shot Benedict Cumberbatch fanfiction. It is categorized under "Sherlock", as I had no idea how else to categorize it.

This is my story after he passed away what's to become of me now that I know that I can't see him anymore...his name won't cross my lips until i'm truly ready to accept the fact that he's dead and buried...I can't stand the thought that my London won't be the same not without him I have my friend John and Ms. Hudson and my elder sister Molly but still the picture isn't complete.

Exactly what it said on the tin, just a little Johnlock drabble. Nothing too detailed. Rating is just to be sure. Yes, i cheated, i confess... It IS the Johnlock version of my other story which i wrote for my friend, and I hope to god she will forgive me, after she finds this out...

With the turn of a new year, people often resolve to do something to improve themselves ... or perhaps to refrain from doing something. As John works diligently on his resolution, Sherlock finds keeping to his own to be an interesting exercise. One-shot, complete.

Sometimes it only takes one word or gesture to change everything. You'd think the world's greatest detective would've picked up on any of the clues that signaled this impending change. Guess again. Yep, Sherlock's as clueless as they come, the poor dear.

A freestyle poem from John's POV. Johnlock. I do not own Sherlock (If I did, I would already be a master at creating characters)!

John Watson se pose des questions sur Sherlock et se demande si ses sentiments ne seront jamais retournés. Ou alors Sherlock a-t-il besoin d'un peu d'aide en ce domaine?

Slight AU. Inspired by Disney's 'A Christmas Carol' Sherlock owns a successful detective agency, and John is his ever faithful assistant. This Christmas season, Sherlock will be visited by three unlikely guides that will lead him through his life - past, present, and future- to show him not only what he has missed, but also what he could still lose. Eventual JohnLock

Kathryn McCall is an aspiring author from America living in London with her friend, Anna Grimm. Ryn has a great life and seems happy on the outside, but she feels like something is missing. And then she meets Sherlock Holmes. She tries to not get her hopes up; Sherlock doesn't even have friends. Why would he care about her? She knows Sherlock is trouble... but she can't walk away.

"Care for a quick mystery before dinner?" New Year's fluffy Johnlock (of sorts)

Short story when John and Sherlock are in deep trouble. No actual plot, just whump and heavy bromance. No slash.

Les abeilles ont fait quoi ? Demandai-je, intéressé. Les abeilles échangent leurs nourritures par une sorte de bouche à bouche, ça s'appelle la trophallaxie. Et la demande se fait par tapotements codés des antennes de l'une sur celles de l'autre. C'est fascinant, je trouve. Pourquoi j'ai choisi de parler ça moi, mais dans quel guêpier me suis-je encore mis.

Once he dies the world buzzes, repeats the news for a few weeks,before going back to normal. Once he disappears the life of one patient pathologist crumbles before her eyes. Oneshot for the moment . Reviews are welcome

Les pensées de Sherlock, juste avant sa chute.

John challenges himself with unpredictable results. Doctor John Watson, meet the real Sherlock Holmes.

Post-Reichenbach: John has a dream, he dreams of Sherlock and there life together, before that day. but when he wakes Sherlock is still there. Has John finally gone mad? Eventual Johnlock and Mystrade.