A veces, las personas que más necesitamos, son las que están a nuestro lado pero no somos capaces de observarlo. Mormor para mi Tiger.

After Sherlock and John both survive life threatening accidents, they begin to notice their feelings for eachother arent what they thought. ((Much of this was inspired by several RPs and my lovely best friend who I'd be lost without. Maybe a few Doctor who referances here and there.))

When John thought about the day he walked back into Baker Street and saw Sherlock standing in the window with his violin tucked lovingly under his chin, bow raised as though ready to play, he thought of how he remembered the man's eyes being so much more blue where they now sat dull and grey and slightly lifeless as though he had seen too many things and was trying to forget.

Sherlock wants to surprise John by cooking him a meal, but things go slightly wrong and John ends up having to look after Sherlock...again. (very fluffy, tender kisses and the such) Enjoy.

Some Post-Reichenbach angst that I've had saved on my computer for so long that I'd forgotten about it. There's a bit at the end that references a part from the story "The Naval Treaty." I think my original intention was to write something with much less dialogue than usual, since that's usually what I bank my stories on. Something happier coming soon, god willing.

Crack!fic for my awesomely epic friend Coralline Slayer - go check out her fics, they're amazingly crazily great and enjoyable to read. Okay, so most of it has nothing to do with Anderson, or his Presidential Campaign. And it doesn't really make much sense. Oh well, it's the thought that counts...right?

Cadeau pour Lucy Poppins / John se réveille dans un monde où il n'a jamais rencontré Sherlock, et où il n'est rien d'autre qu'un vétéran alcoolique, maniaque et suicidaire. Il doit retrouver la réalité, quoiqu'il en coûte. SH/JW

Just another episode in the strange (love)life of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (Written in the "Eye of the Beholder" verse, but can be read as a standalone)

Sometimes it's easier telling your friends the truth, if you don't have to look them in the eyes. (I'm considering turning this into something longer. Let me know if you think it's a good idea.)

Molly has learned to prefer her own company. Mycroft believes that caring is not an advantage. Through a series of incidents, with Sherlock at the epicenter, they both discover how wrong they've been.

Aware of their fictional state, Sherlock and John discuss the current state of things.

Molly wants Sherlock to see Breaking Dawn with her. Girlfriend or not he was not sitting through that! / Basically a Sherlock rant about Twilight. Enjoy!

When John moves to a new school, he finds himself sharing a room with one Sherlock Holmes. As he struggles to adjust to living with the genius, Sherlock finds himself confused by the oddity that is John Watson. TeenAU, probable Johnlock.

John accidentally created a mind palace, to fuel his suffering due to this unexplained fate.

John Watson chega em casa em um dia qualquer.

Post-Reichenbach fic. John's life go on for inertia since Sherlock's Fall. He long surrendered to the fact a dead remain dead forever. True, but not everyone remains dead in the same way

(Enola Holmes in the BBC Sherlock Universe) Enola Holmes ran away from home when she was 14, following her mother's death. Now, 4 years later, the youngest Holmes sister in back in London, and she's neck deep in exactly what Mycroft and Sherlock stand against. She's trying to leave the life behind, but getting out of crime isn't as easy as she hoped. Criminal!Enola R&R!

my first johnlock, based on the hounds of baskerville, rated M for later chapters. more detailed description inside

While Sherlock lies comatose, John decides to fulfill his secret desire. John/Sherlock slash.

Sherlock feels hot against him, his skin heated up and John lets out a whimper, reaching out for him, feeling hotter than he'd ever felt before.

When Sherlock makes a shocking discovery about John's habits, all he wants to do is help. *JOHNLOCK*

Madman Arthur Pembleton has convinced himself he is actually detective Sherlock Holmes, the invention of his overactive imagination, as in the real world Doctor John Haymish Watson attempts to bring him back to reality. Rated T for some psychological elements and possible gore in later chapters.

Then Traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.

These are just short Sherlock one shots, and it may not be updated regularly.

Jim takes some time off work after weeks of stress. Seb decides to take him to the Thames for a nice relaxing night out. Inspired and influenced heavily by All Time Low's Six Feet Under the Stars. Not sure if I'm going to include Mormor smut yet, but it's a possibility. For now just know there will be at least an awesome make out scene.