This is a short fic about Sherlock's past, mainly in the form of a drunken ramble. It's rated T for mentions of abuse, alcohol and drugs, but nothing graphic.

Sherlock is in therapy due to the absence of his friend, and comes to the final decision to do the thing he has been longing for as long as he can remember. TRIGGER WARNING: Contains in depth descriptions of mental health issues and suicide.

Jim y Molly celebran juntos San Patricio. Established Molliarty.

Sherlock makes an interesting discovery. (Short but sweet. Probably too sweet.)

Four days into his week-long incarceration after shooting Charles Magnussen, Sherlock receives a visitor. Lestrade is not the person he expects, nor the one he hopes to see, but might be exactly who he needs all the same. Set between HLV and TAB. (My idea of how the Ricoletti case got "lodged in Sherlock's hard drive".)

'What Mycroft hadn't understood, what none of them understood, was that he wasn't an addict. He was a user and there was a world of difference between the two.' An exploration of Sherlock's drug use in HLV and beyond.

Sherlock doesn't like seeing John ill. Even if it is just a cold.

Johnlock z tajemnicą w tle.

The term rolls off Sherlock's tongue and catches him by surprise. But it's true nonetheless, and none of the other words just quite fit.

Sherlock had 2 fears when growing up. The first was that his family would decide he was too weird for them, and would abandon him. The second, was thunder storms, because the thunder and lightening couldn't be predicted. Whenever Sherlock was scared, he would run to his mummy, and she would sing to him.

AU coffee shop, gdzie John jest studentem medycyny i do kawiarni, w której pracuje przychodzi Sherlock.

Preslashowa miniatura. Pogrzeb Sherlocka Holmesa.

Lekki profil psychologiczny.

John burned his tongue. The hot tea had found his lips by automatism as the good doctor watched Sherlock's face intently and strained his ears trying not to miss a single syllable of his inner monologue.

This is what happens when you mix Sherlock with the lyrics of Taylor Swift's "Blank Space". Please R&R! : )

Someone very important is missing from the morgue. (sick fic)

This is just a scenario I pictured in my head on how Irene can be reintroduced into the series. Written more for humor than anything else.

Imagina que nacieras sabiendo el nombre de tu alma gemela, pero que ese nombre fuera uno muy común. Como John. O William. [Ganador del premio al "Mejor Oneshot" en los Premios TJLC 2014]

John manages to convince a bored Sherlock to come to the museum with him. But will that trip to the museum turn into something more for the doctor and the consulting detective? (Johnlock, M for suggestive themes and language)

Ghosts are not all which shadow our every sunny day. Moriarty's post-mortem plans threaten to change modern life, and Sherlock's, forever. Solving the case will crumble his defenses and might cause him to become what he once thought would protect him-alone. Will the stakes of seeing his friends leave him be too high? Shame is, after all, a paralytic. Post-TAB.

221B ficlet of John and Sherlock being inappropriately giggly. Because Benedict Cumberbatch's giggle is the best.

Sherlock réfléchit et le fil de ses pensées le mène jusqu'à son palais mental...

'A pair of thin, pale, hands take the cup from John, John looks up, and see's Sherlock Holmes standing in front of him. "Hello, John" says Sherlock.' OR: John has a habit that deals with tea, and his one true friend.

Forced into an arranged marriage, Molly must choose between her heart... and freedom.

Irene Adler a detective enlist the help of Sherlock Holmes a male escort to help her catch a killer. Some scenes from A Scandal in Belgravia but with the roles reversed.