Based on the song: I need a doctor by Eminem. Sherlock is on the run slowly and steadily destroying Moriarty's criminal web while John is still in London, mourning for his consulting detective. Memories and nightmare haunt both Sherlock and John, as they try to overcome their situations. Pre-slash.Rated T because, c'mon people it's the Rap God! Sorry, I suck at summaries.

AU-Omegaverse. Es una continuación directa de mi fic previo titulado "Un buen omega", se recomienda su lectura para leer esta segunda parte.

Faye Watson, neice to John watson. After the death of her parent's she moves in with her uncle and his cold, calculating roommate. Once there Faye learns that maybe there are more things out there than death, things like love

Sherlock Holmes has been saved from exile thanks to an impossible face on every television screen in London. As the mystery unfolds, the Consulting Detective gets more than he bargained for as he takes on a new partner.

Sherlock toca su violín cuando quiere expresar sus sentimientos. En dos ocasiones, lo toca especialmente para expresarle sentimientos a John. Johnlock.

The fall and the events thereafter take their toll on John Watson. Sherlock's alive and all is well. So why do the dreams still haunt him? Oneshot, post TRF, no season 3 canon. Slight Johnlock fluff, nothing even remotely explicit. T for language.

Mycroft is Genderfluid. This fic is a series of snippets from their life.

Sherlock and John investigate a series of impossible murders, finally finding out the perpetrator is a girl with telepathic and telekinetic powers who is being used as a tool by Moriarty to become unstoppable and uncatchable. Will they save her? Or will she save them? Rated T for some language, hostage scenes involving children, and all-around telekinetic bashing.

"Our sex life isn't lacking Meena … it's not like we need a little spicing up or anything."

"The game's no longer fun." Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during the fall and afterwards. ONESHOT. ONESIDED JOHNLOCK.

John and Sherlock have aged a lot since their last case. And now it's Christmas

It's vaguely steampunk, vaguely Victorian, and very, very sexy.

Molly Hooper has made quite an impression on Mycroft Holmes and he's frankly tired of seeing his ponce of a brother trying to pretend he has no feelings for the kind young woman, so he comes up with a plan and sets it in motion. (Rating may change, but I doubt it... updates should be quick, story is almost finished.)**Complete**

John pays Sherlock a visit to talk about Molly's new boyfriend. Sherlolly

A collection of short poems

Cuando Sherlock le dijo que no tenía amigos, John sufrió. Este fic participa en el Reto Especial "Personajes al azar" del foro 221 B Baker Street.

Este fic participa en el Reto Especial "Personajes al azar" del foro 221 B Baker Street. Acerca del encuentro y primera cita de Sarah Sawyer y John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes. El único detective consultor en el mundo. Este fic participa en el Reto Especial "Personajes al azar" del foro 221 B Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes has been described as inhuman before. Maybe they weren't entirely wrong. Sherlock's 33rd birthday arrives, along with an ancient family secret, a potentially-deadly inheritance, and a very big problem. The Hunt is on, and Moriarty is getting dangerously close as Sherlock grapples with his family legacy. (Pre-Fall and eventually Sherlolly.)

Sherlock doesn't agree with Greg that he's his Sunshine.

...there's more room in a broken heart. - AU to season 3.

Sherwick was a tall, elegant candle. Waxon was your average everyday jar candle. When the two finally meet, they became inseparable. What happens when the two are faced with Sherwick's biggest challenge yet? Will they overcome their greatest obstacle, or will they burn in defeat? This is my first fanfiction to kind of get on my feet. Rated M for later chapters just in case.

John can see the black mood creeping in.

So... Monday wasn't great, what with a mountain of paperwork and incredibly boring programming. But the promise of a Sherlock marathon and the actual Sherlock I met on the tube (who still has my phone) makes life slightly different. Just slightly. Because I don't think being FRIENDS WITH BENEDICT FREAKING CUMBERBATCH is too out of the ordinary... *cackles

A wail of anguish. "Oh god no...What have I done?" Disclaimer: Don't own sherlock!