"My dear Watson, I do not know why I am writing to you. You know that I am no wordsmith. The process of turning fact into fanciful embellished narrative is your domain, not mine. Perhaps more significantly, though, there is little point writing to you because you are dead." Sherlock Holmes must track down an old enemy in a new time.

The case that almost started with tragedy becomes a race between physical, mental, and medical perils. How can they protect others when under attack from all sides?

I have adapted the result of a discussion/argument with a friend and fellow Sherlock Holmes addict into the form of a letter, mostly for my own private amusement. Small spoilers may be included. My intention is to poke light-hearted fun at some of the (minor) inconsistencies in the Sherlock Holmes canon from the person of his editor.

A series of drabbles concerning Holmes apperance over the years.

Holmes and Watson can't seem to escape musicals lately...

The point of this story is to elucidate the under-rated musical and artistic side of Sherlock Holmes' character. I have made every effort to keep this story as canonical in content and tone as possible. Please enjoy! Note that I do not own the Sherlock Holmes stories, the characters, or anything else except my OCs.

For once, Officer Celeste Lefay knocks calls on Sherlock Holmes for help. Without her usual resources but with a terrifying lead, the two go undercover in Brighton to solve a diabolical mystery. Hopefully they can escape this exclusive honeymoon resort with their hearts, and their lives, intact. Magic in the Shadows part 3. Rating may go up in later chapters.

In the aftermath of Indian Illuminations, a surprise visit and a difficult day combine to force Watson to reveal rather more than he wanted

A collection of unconnected short stories which the author has written just for fun and don't quite warrant their own posting.

Set in Kerh 1304h. Sherlock is Iranian, and his name is Shervin Hejazi. Attn: December Calendar Challenge...or rather, RAMADAN Calendar Challenge.

Set in Sferë 1304h. Sherlock is Albanian, and his name is Shaban Hoxha. Attn: Ramadan Calendar Challenge (i.e. the December Calendar Challenge)

John Watson writes a letter to Sherlock Holmes. Set during the hiatus when Holmes is presumed dead. (A response to the letter reproduced in My Dear Watson by Lightofonesoul as published on AO3)

When Mary Watson left on a weekend trip, she knew that her husband and Sherlock Holmes would quickly revert to living like bachelors in Baker Street. She should have foreseen that, for those two, that's a dangerous life to lead.

Watson documents his life with Holmes with his photographs. He has long wanted Holmes to pose for him. Holmes has the perfect idea.

A continuing series exploring the backgrounds of the Irregulars

Worried about Watson, Holmes must solve a puzzle in a brick wall before he can check on his friend

Holmes hates weddings, but even he will arrive early sometimes—given a good reason

I am the writer. Please, join me, and ponder... What if Sherlock Holmes was the Napoleon of Crime? What if Mycroft was a detective, too? What if John Watson was blind? What if Holmes and Watson were literal, not figurative, brothers? What if Holmes was a mad scientist? What if...

Alone in the forests of Europe three years after Reichenbach, Holmes wants only to end his exile. Moran's persistence—and ammunition—seem endless, however, and he has heard nothing from London in months. Will he ever make it home? EMPT AU of my Magical Creatures series

This is the sequel to an earlier story called The Night Dark and Drear. In 1879 Holmes sailed for America with the Sasanoff Shakespearean Company for an eight month tour of the United States. Of course, what promised to be a calm sea crossing quickly turned into something far more treacherous...

Holmes must catch a serial killer that is stealing fingers from their victims. The killer may be closer to home than the famous duo thought.

In their last case together before Holmes's death at Reichenbach Falls, the duo travel to the town of Painswick to look into some unusual activity at the estate of a man suffering from dementia. Their client is certain his house is haunted, but the truth of the matter is even worse. Bodies begin to add up, as do frustrating clues to Holmes's own mysterious past.

A home for stories/scenes/endings which are enjoyable, but have been thrown out for one reason or another.

On Valentine's day, Holmes asks Mrs. Hudson for help with his card for Watson.

Holmes and Watson's friendship isn't a fragile thing, even after they've spent some time apart. When Watson has need of him, Holmes is there... even if it's just by accident.