Sherlock and John, the dynamic duo from the Baker town district.Will the two emerge from this tower or one? There can only be one victor-Can there!

A used-to-be One-Shot fanfic, with a backstory. Post-Fall, Pre-Hearse. Johnlock shipping! Warning: You'd better find a blanket for shock, otherwise, they'll all be taken. Tissues may also be required. Welcome aboard the feels hearse (it isn't empty)! Also, a special thanks to Kostenlos, who wrote the letters by Sherlock, because she was my Sherlock. -JW

Two years he's been away – seven hundred thirty-one days and eleven hours, to be more precise. - Set after 2x03. For the purposes of this story, I'm happily ignoring everything about the season 3 promo.

John explains what a soul mate is to his six-year-old niece. He realized that his soul mate has been there all along.

Sally Donovan re-evaluates her life before, during and after Sherlock's "funeral". Post-Reichenbach, obviously.

I had a reviewer ask about the little girls in 'The Consequences of Overprotectiveness and Insecurity'. So this is their story. Honey 'Verse. Warnings for sadness.

So this is a little Drabble of Sherlock getting forced to go on dates. Just a little fluff.

A one-shot. Molly learns to find her feet, and in doing so, shows Sherlock where his heart is.

This is just a Mystrade drabble I wrote, based off a picture my friend drew. It is my first Sherlock fanfic so please keep that in mind.

When Sherlock Holmes's only daughter is involved in a deadly car crash with John Watson's son upon trying to solve a case behind their fathers' backs. Will Anna Holmes survive? If she doesn't, will Sherlock be okay?

When Sherlock said that he only had one friend, he lied. He had another friend; a best friend. Vallie. Or maybe she wasn't. She'd refused to see him since he had attacked her whilst on a high and had told him that unless he got completely clean, he'd never see her again. He vowed to himself that he would get well again. Not just for himself. For her. Some Sherlock/OC friendship

Sherlock is out walking the streets of London and finds Molly waking home on her own. Bored beyond all reason, he follows her. But little does he expect how complicated the night will become... A more sensible Molly portrayed. No SherLolly just friendship. No JohnLock either. Could be both if you choose to see it that way.

"Mycroft's ill." / "And you're taking care of him?" / "Yes." A sick fic featuring ill!Mycroft and overprotective!Sherlock.

Sherlock yakin ia tidak pernah bertemu anak ini sebelumnya. Tidak pula John.

Sherlock's been thinking about this a lot. He's finally decided that what John would really like for Christmas is a girlfriend. "It's not my fault you're so fussy when it comes to female companions." One-shot.

Being seven years the older didn't give him any advantage when it came to Sherlock. - A drabble. Written for the seven challenge on fan flashworks. Set after episode 1x01, I guess.

In one of Sherlock's many experiments, John is accidentally shrunken to 12 centimeters. Sherlock is having a hard time hiding his miniature flatmate and keep him safe as the pair start discovering their feelings for one another. A case involving the serial killing of lesbians that bare a striking resemblance to John's sister isn't helping. Lots of cute, good measure of angst.

For Cockapoo: a Sherlolly Christmas.

"You're dead. You're not – how are you here?" Inspired by VERSA's song 'Neon'. Post Reichenbach Fall.

Prompt from tumblr: 25 Days of Fics: A series of holiday drabbles involving our favorite consulting detective and his pathologist. Please read and review!

Mycroft, watching Sherlock go through detox through a one-way window, is reminded of a time when he gave seven year old Sherlock some advice on facing people insistent on breaking him. Only now he's the one doing the breaking. No slash. Minor warnings for mentions of drug use and bullying.

In which Sherlock and Moriarty were working together all along and Sherlock isn't the only one watching John in the graveyard.

John POV-Why did you fall to save me? Without you, i have no reason to move on, to keep living. I miss you.

John se despierta por un sonido del piso de abajo, creyó que Sherlock se había ido a dormir hace unas horas, pero no. Sherlock era sonámbulo... O eso pensó John en un principio.

You're walking along the street, but today is no ordinary day. NO SET CHARACTER OUTSIDE OF SHERLOCK, WRITTEN FROM THE READER'S POV