A few weeks after RBF, Gregory Lestrade kills himself. These are the letters he leaves behind. (Obvious mentions of suicide).

Un bruit étrange dans la salle de bain, et Sherlock qui pense. Pourquoi donc John a t-il enlevé la buée du miroir ? Un n'OS JohnLocké tout court tout court, reviews, *o* ?

There's no such thing as a good summary so why bother. This is only, the first chapter, kind of.

Oneshot! Jim Moriarty/ OFC (original female character). Second person writing and plenty of lemons. Rated M. You knew it would never be easy, spending the night with the consulting criminal, but never had you anticipated a scenario quite like this.

John has been gone for the past few days, Serlock misses him.

"Believe what you will. Come on, We're going home." "No." The detective's head snaps around, pale eyes widening in minute surprise and confusion. "You have no idea what you've put me through. And I refuse, I refuse to ever let myself feel that way again"

Post - Reichenbach. Drabble 150 słów.

Dear Sherlock, Misplaced something? I appear to have something that belongs to you. You really shouldn't leave your things lying around, it's terribly irresponsible. Let's find out if the great detective likes to share his toys. - J.M. x

Después del accidente del detective y de su declaración a la doctora Molly Hooper, decide preparar una cena que ninguno de los dos olvidará-

John est mystérieusement perturbé le jour de son anniversaire, et il s'avère que seul Sherlock peut le rassurer dans son inquiétude...

Every human has two sides to them: The dark and the light. It is unto them to choose to follow any one, especially when given the allowance of dabbling in either of the two, with another being at their mercy.. So which gains the upper hand, the dark or the light?

When a relatively minor - yet rash - action on John's part begins to cause changes in Sherlock's demeanor, the ramifications will lead to a fact about John's life that he's always worked terribly hard to hide. Along with certain confusing feelings that not even the good doctor himself had analyzed up to that point./ Johnlock focused / *First Kiss*/ COMPLETE

Sherlock absolutely despised Halloween. But that might have just been because he didn't have anyone to spend it with. Teen!lock. A quick-fic oneshot I wrote on Halloween in the spirit of the occasion.

John's relationship with Sherlock has got tongues wagging...and it irritates him. A talk with his Scottish grandmother is just the cure. UPDATE: now continuing with John's visit to Gran Rose after the fall. Basically an excuse for angst. Enjoy.

John was walking home from the corner shop with two gallons of milk and a lottery ticket (why not? It could be his lucky day) when the dark car pulled up alongside him. With a weary sigh, he opened the door and swung himself in. "Alright Mycroft, what is it this time?" But it was not Mycroft. "Hello, John. I'm Mrs. Holmes."

Sherlock and Mycroft go to illegally investigate another murder before they go home to supper. -L cute, kid Sherlock and Mycroft, short, sweet, kind of funny, one-shot,

John has a headache.

Sandwiches are called sammiches. No, really, they are...at least in Pittsburgh they are.

Jo is John Watson's Lieutenant. This story was supposed to be something like Jim Moriarty trying to corrupt her or something. I don't know, I'm rubbish at writing summaries XD

I'm a bad penguin... T T

Hope you enjoy:3 I am an evil penguin:P

I admit it... I ship Johnlock. This is a little Post Reichenbach ficlet... Or whatever the terminology is.

John Watson was completely and utterly stunned, to say in the least. It wasn't every day you walk in on your best friend drunk off his rockers trying to wank his favorite pillow in the middle of the parlor. Actually, it was Sherlock. He really shouldn't even be questioning it - but once he did, he was certainly glad about it.

Some very mild Johnlock... This is my first attempt at writing smut... XD (May redo this completely. However as my first smut!fic, I'm quite happy. Besides, I can always write another... Right?)

A series of AU OctoJohn drabbles. Sherlock takes his little half-octopus friend with him to boarding school. Cute, happy, light, with minimal angst.