Una normale giornata nella vita del dottor John Watson. E se il tempo guarisce davvero ogni ferita, John ancora non è riuscito a capirlo.

Sherlock, riddled with terminal cancer, is taken by John, Lestrade and unfortunately Anderson to Barafundle Bay, where the inconceivable happens.

John and Sherlock are off to a new and private case, but what happens when Sherlock gets angry at the rental car's GPS? One off, light, humorous.

ONESHOT: Dom!Sherlock and Sub!John, written for livejournal prompt. Sherlock returns to John three years after The Reichenbach Fall, to find that his emotionally damaged pet still wears the collar he gave him. M Johnlock smut!

Sherlock's been at the University of Cambridge for a relatively short time, but he's already making waves. He's working to patch his reputation when a mysterious body interrupts his plans. Can Sherlock Holmes turn his back on a dead boy in need?

Sherlock was bored, and in a bad way. There were no cases, no cigarettes, and absolutely not a crumb of anything whatsoever worth capturing his attention. Well, almost.

John/Sherlock - Post Reichenbach fall - after literally stumbling over Sherlock in a dark alley it's up to John to put the brilliant man back together again, as well as deal with his own mixed feelings. H/C - Warnings inside - rated M for a reason.

It's been a few days since John saw his best friend jump off St.Bart's rooftops. And he still believes in him unlike everyone else. And he desperately needs him...Sorrow and numbness are what's left for him to feel. 'Stop this' - JW.

Written for this prompt: Sherlock is a direct descendant of H. H. Holmes. One of the most famous and twisted serial killers. Dark!Sherlock, Dark!John. Please read the other warnings inside.

Post-Reinchenbach. John's only way of coping with Sherlock's death and his insomnia is listening to classical music. Especially music that involves the violin being played.

John is alone at home, mourning over the death of his best friend which he wanted to be more than that with...His sorrow is so overwhelming he had refused to go out since that awful event. But then, there is a constant knocking at the door...

All his life Sherlock spun and orbited the sun. All Mycroft could do is watch, and pray, that he found a new sun to orbit once the old one went away. Family fic, mentions of suicide.

A Sherlock and John think they have Garrideb, an American fraud, stuck in the corner. Garrideb pulls a gun, John gets shot, and Sherlock shows his heart. Based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's "The Adventure of the Three Garridebs". No pairing, minor language.

Sherlock is logic, is analytical, is in control. Who Sherlock is evolves. John/Sherlock

John hates sleeping. Post-Reichenbach.

Greg Lestrade hadn't expected to come to the attention of a Vampire Lord or become a slave. Then again he hadn't expected that he would murder a vampire either. AU. Mystrade. WiP

The end of Sherlock and John...

BDSM. Sherlock won't take Mycroft's case; the elder Holmes decides to knock some sense into his younger brother. But Sherlock doesn't like being beaten at his own game. The Holmes brothers find themselves bound in a power play, in more ways than one.

Greg teaches his nephew how to play football.

Verb, to throw out of a window. A 221B drabble of what Sherlock said to the CIA man after John went downstairs. S2 spoilers. Now with bonus chapter, The Illustrious Present.

"It was an accident. I didn't know, didn't mean- and there is no motive to this crime. John was a friend of mine, you all know that. So what do you want me to do?" .:. NOT a songfic, but inspired by The Killers' music. Johnlock. character death. oneshot.

For almost a month now, Molly Hooper has been plagued by recurring nightmares, the same horrifying dream every night, becoming darker and darker. Is it trying to tell her something, or warn her about someone? One month post-Reichenbach, spoilers.

Serial Killer AU. Sequel to The Most Dangerous Game. You will need to read that first to understand what's going on.

companion piece to "Milk"

John didn't learn to cope after Sherlock died. He couldn't when his entire life was buried in the ground, not breathing, heart not beating. He had nothing to live for.