Sherlock was acting strange. Well, he always acted strange. More importantly, Sherlock was acting suspicious.

Sherlock is sick and John has to take care of him.

John está fuera por trabajo y Sherlock no para de incordiarle. One-shot corto

A Sherlock/Mr Skull PWP fanfic. Mr Skull decides to show Sherlock exactly who loves him the most. I'm warning you, this contains MATURE CONTENT. YES you SHOULD be worried.

The family of recently deceased Tony Kepler has reason to believe he isn't really dead. Intrigued & curious, Sherlock accepts the case. But will his investigation take a deadly turn? I typed this up a few months ago while on a vampire!sherlock kick. I was trying to give an origin story, so it'll be short-ish. And this is/was my first EVER attempt at writing fanfic, so enjoy!

Shakespeare once said that "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet". Well, all due respect to the Bard, but Sebastian Moran would argue that point.

Coughing, shortness of breath, wheezing, chest pain. Symptoms that all lead to the same horrible conclusion: John is sick.

Written as part of the Ladies of Sherlock Promtathon on LiveJournal. Prompt proposed by its art: Molly has to "be Sherlock." And of course, Sherlock finds out about it. Review my first Sherlock fic, pretty please! Rating for mentions of prostitution, murder, and general paranoia.

"There's nothing wrong with me" Such a simple sentence, and yet even Sherlock wasn't sure how much he believed it. What was going on as he and John sat in front of the fire in Hounds Of Baskerville.

Love, Bravery and Life. When John had left to join the Army, his baby cousin, who at the time had been only four, had giving him a string bracelet. That was where it all started. One-shot, completed, no slash. Please R&R.

Porque unas simples palabras pueden tener una historia oculta. Porque Sherlock y John siempre tendran historias detrás de aquellas palabras. Johnlock, relación establecida, fluffy -muy muy dulce algunos-, warning: Lenguaje, OC pero leve.

"We should think of a name for it ," John said absentmindedly , sitting down in the chair opposite of Sherlock's. "This monstrosity doesn't need a name , John."

It's been almost two and a half years since Sherlock's fall and John's still not ready to move on. Then he gets a phonecall and sees a mysterious blog post. Make up sex is probably the best apology.

Sherlock is bored. A woman, who has no idea who she is, comes to him for help. Sherlock is no longer bored. M for later chapters.

A collection of drabbles whose titles and themes are based upon some of the major arcana cards of the Tarot

For Sherlock, home is where the heart is, the heart in this case belonging to John. As their feelings for one another come to a head, Sherlock realises just what this means for him, John, and their future together. One-shot.

When Sherlock is tormented at school, Mycroft plans to set records straight. Naturally, Sherlock, though thankful for his help, disapproves of his brothers interference with school and finds him a nuisance. But what else are brothers for?

Taxi Journeys with Sherlock Holmes. John has just returned from Afghanistan. A bizarre stranger calling himself 'the world's only Consulting Detective' keeps hijacking his taxis. Based on the lyrics to 'This Charming Man' by The Smiths.

The choice is simple. Real, and No John. Or Not Real, and John. For a prompt that says 'John dies and Sherlock loses himself in his Mind Palace'. Rated T for mentions of violence and character deaths.

BBC Sherlock fanfiction. Sherlock and John meet for the first time and an obsession with each other soon develops. School-age AU. Eventual M for Johnlock.

POST-REICHENBACH! A song fic based on trembling hands by the the temper trap, going through John's life two years after Sherlocks 'death'. Might add more chapters for other songs based on how well this goes. Enjoy!

Set during and after the Fall episode, John struggles with the loss of his best friend...

John schmollt und sinniert über Milch - mein erster Schreibversuch. Johnlock, klammheimlich.

Just what the title suggests.

Sherlock has fallen long and hard. Now, as he takes his first tentative steps on the journey towards redemption, he reflects on the others who got caught up in the fray.