John is a telepath. Between trying to save lives, catch criminals and keep his gift from Sherlock, he's getting worn down. Rating might go up. Slash is eventual.

After the Fall, Sherlock tries to delete John and company and doesn't entirely succeed. Mycroft, e.e cummings, and a few enemies help him along.

They all fall. A slightly dark Post-TRF fic, with a chapter each for Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, John & Molly. Everyone is affected differently and normality isn't necessarily suddenly restored when it would appear to be.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound. Hints of slash, minor spoilers for Reichenbach, ONESHOT songfic for Safe & Sound, rated for slash, Sherlock POV

Inspiration for this was due to the fact I had just watch TRF. Just a short oneshot of a very realistic dream Sherlock has, good thing John is there to wake him. Established John/Sherlock relationship. Read and Review please and thank you. Enjoy!

Who doesn't adore Molly? This is a jokey short story about one of Molly's plans to gain the attention of Sherlock...with a riding crop. Enjoy.

WIP that will eventually become slash. Set post-Fall. Several nods to the Canon. Brookstrade. SAVE UNDERSHAW -Very worthy cause.

John est amoureux d'un Holmes et le lui dit mais finalement, les choses ne se passent pas comme il l'aurait souhaité. Il décide alors de le rendre jaloux. Fic Yaoï/slash. Il n'y a pas vraiment de spoil, il n'est pas nécessaire d'avoir vu la saison 2.

The thing John Watson loves most about Sherlock Holmes is his voice, but his hips are a close second.

Sherlock and John's life through poetry one for each episode! I support Johnlock but since it's right from the show there will be none : Please R&R

For a split second time seems to freeze, and then he feels his heart sinking down, down, down as though he is the one falling instead of Sherlock. — Reichenbach, spoilers for 2x03.

:poem: He's fallen for John. In every sense of the word. Fallen in love, fallen from grace, and now, the most literal interpretation, fallen from the rooftop. On the roof of St Bart's, Sherlock muses on the many ways John Watson has changed his life.

A modern interpretation of 'The Copper Beeches'. A missing girl, a job offer too good to be true, a lonely house, a family with a disturbed child, red hair, and copper beech trees. Even if you know that story, you don't know this one.

An anarchist Christmas fic that wouldn't stick to a schedule. Sherlock, John and Lestrade try to save the potential victims of Moriarty's latest plot, whilst battling with new feelings and old nightmares. Slash, dark themes as it progresses.

Sherlock tried, he really did, but he is just lost without his blogger. He needs John to destroy the remains of Moriarty his empire.

Sherlock meets Moriarty's runaway cousin, desperate to escape James' murderous hold over her. Hiatus

Sherlock and John are attracted to each other, but will this attraction be fatal? Rating may go up.

It's JohnLock time guys, I love this so much, so just read and give me some feed back, if you want. : Cheers

Sherlock is aware of feelings he has for John Watson, but isn't sure how to express them. Rated M for an emotionally confused Sherlock, smexy times and power play.

Post Reichenbach Falls, Sherlock visits Molly, who is still working in the labs. he makes her a coffee...

Collection of one-shots inspired by prompts given by the 100 Prompts Challenge. Some prompts might be excluded as I could be linking the prompts to other fanfictions as well. Enjoy.

John and Sherlock are having a domestic, to which Scotland Yard will be forced to bear witness. Quite fluffy I suppose, rated M for swearing and good times in chapter 2.

Drabble written for the prompt 'Sherlock discovers Diagon Alley/Leaky Cauldron'.

This was just part of it, John thought as he ran his hand across Lestrade's chest. They needed to drink, to laugh, and to toast everything about their friend. They needed each other to heal. And this was just the next step.

Harriet Watson ha visto fantasmas toda su vida y nunca ha podido asimilarlo.