John and Sherlock think about what they mean to each other. oneshot.

Irene Adler imparts some final wisdom. Pairing: Sherlock/John

How Sherlock reacts to John's delay home one night - drabble

As a shadow stepped closer, John's hand snapped forward, his gun pointed at the heart of the intruder. "John." John's breath caught in his throat at the sound of that voice.

Sherlock believes John will never love him and ends up doing something stupid. - self harm involved

John Watson is the new Doctor on the children's ward at St. Bartholomew hospital just when he starts to settle in he gets stuck with a particularly hard case that no one else can solve, when the child gets worse they call in Sherlock Holmes diagnosis extraordinaire and for John his whole life changes.

It's another night and a new case and as usual, John is a step behind. But there's one thing he's learned in his association with Sherlock Holmes, it's always best to let the master detective lead the way, even if it takes them to the dance floor.

Summary: Somewhere along the way, John had become the string that bound the frayed rope of Mycroft and Sherlock's relationship.

acrostic poem on sherlock holmes

When Sherlock, John, Donovan and Anderson find themselves locked in a small confined room, Sherlock's severe claustrophobia is exposed, revealing more about the detective than the three ever could have expected. Family secrets, Hurt/Comfort and hopefully major Angst. Warning - child abuse references; I teared up while writing it. Now Complete.

Jim Moriarty is not happy when his sister comes to visit for Christmas, especially when he finds out she wants to meet Sherlock. SHERLOCK AU and OC. It's my first fic, so it's not that good. I'm also horrible at writing summaries, but please read!

John a ete envoyé en Afghanistan par rapport a une mission que lui a donné Mycroft. Il revient un peu marqué par cette histoire. Est-ce que Sherlock va essayé de le remonté en un seul morceau. POV John Songfic

Mycroft seems to have lost his brother, but Sherlock just wants to read. Sherlock is 6 and Mycroft is 13.

"You're standing over me, back lit from some glow outside the window. You're looking down at me with intense curiosity giving me that "we both know what's going on here" face I've come to know that look so well. The only problem is I haven't the faintest clue what is going on or how I'm going to get out of this alive." -Part 3 in the Post-Fall series-

Jim likes Sebastian's hands and Sebastian likes Jim's body. He takes care of Jim, because, what else is he here for? PWP-ish. MorMor, warnings inside.

"You were right. Breathing is boring. Calm down, think clearly. Deep breaths. My foot starts tapping in time with my breathing. Slow. It's all so slow." my first piece I've written, so it's pretty crappy. i'm sorry.

John deals with Sherlock's death by creating an imaginary Sherlock.

Werwolf!AU It's nearing the full moon and Sherlock wants John's company during his transformation. Johnlock with a hint of Mystrade

Sally Donavan has been misrepresented and maligned by the fandom more than almost any other character. This will be a series of one-shots covering both pre- and post- Reichenbach

Just after professing their love for each other, Sherlock takes the fall. John doesn't know that Sherlock and Jim are now living together in a different city. COMPLETED

Sherlock discover's John's phobia.

Sherlock decides that it's time for him to check up on John. He thinks that it will be easy: after all, feelings have never been his thing. But after a painful speech by John to his grave, Sherlock realizes that this may be much harder than he thought. Sherlock's take on the end scene of Reichenbach.

Amnesia is just another case to solve. In fact, it's a challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. It's easy, really; he can deduce it all. The tottering old lady is his housekeeper. The man with the silver hair, his boss. The worried girl..infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.

She's pressing the fiber-thin edge of the blade to the dead woman's skin when it happens again. Thrumming through the tunnels of vein, pulling from fingertips and organs still as winter lakes. Flooding the muscle buried beneath the sparrow-delicate sternum. Irene Adler blinks.

• Uma carta de Sherlock para John. Song-fic: I don't believe you da P!nk.