John and Sherlock's relationship had been blooming - they were flourishing in each other's company. But then something happens that tears them apart - do they know how to cope without their other half?

Molly and Sherlock count ants and discuss love.

In which a certain consulting criminal isn't dead after his sniper tries to move on. Rated M for language and some of the content, mostly. MorMor

Post TRF. Sherlock left London to dismantle Moriarty's criminal network, but the stress leads him to relapse back into his old cocaine habit. Can John pull his friend from a hell of his own making, or the Sherlock John knew and loved be lost to his addiction? no slash, just brotherly love. Written before series 3, but enjoy!

Suite de "Un court dernier instant" et de "Quand le chagrin ne vient pas". Quelques jours après la mort de Mycroft, Sherlock se retrouve dans le coma, pendant tout le long de son inconscience, il rêve de ce qu'il a vécu...mais en même temps, il meurt peu à peu dans la réalité. Va-t-il survivre ?

What happens when Sherlock lets his guard down and is at risk of loosing the person most precious to him due to Moriarty.

C'est décidé. Sherly doit avoir une nouvelle décoration. Ses amis ont donc décidé de l'accompagner à IKEA afin de lui trouver une décoration splendide. Mais tout ne se passe pas comme prévu. JIM EST LA. WARNING GROSSE CONNERIE CRADE ET CONNE

Alors que Jim est enlevé par Sherlock et John, un interrogatoire tourne mal. John s'en va et les hostilités commencent. Hostilités verbales. WARNING BLAGUES DE MERDE

(I don't have enough Reichenbach poems, apparently. Oh well.) This is the very last. The very last sound, step, breath. This is the very last. The very last battle, moment, nightmare. These are the very lasts of the flat-holders of 221B Baker Street. Time's run out. (Warning: Character Death and general feel destruction. T for suicides.)

Somehow, his little brother gets into more trouble than the rest of the country combined. Mycroft reflects. Kinda angsty.

Molly is not in LOVE with Sherlock anymore, but he still needs favours from her. She's not completely heartless, though; maybe they'll both be okay with love.

A cracktastic, Despicable Me-inspired fill for this prompt: "Mycroft doesn't do anything; he has minions do it for him"

John tries out a new approach to curing Sherlock's boredom.

John's always secretly been a cat person. Sherlock scratches that particular itch.

John se siente amenazado ante la presencia de la antigua mejor amiga de Sherlock.

John sipped his tea in amicable silence with the stranger who had read him like a book and who, apparently, also read Portuguese. Alternate first meeting. Written for the tumblr prompt "reading". Slow-build J/S. Brief gun violence. Bookstore AU. Chair!lock.

If you were asked this question, just how would you answer it? One thing is for sure: there will be alot of thinking involved. However, to John, the answer is as obvious as knowing that he is not gay for Sherlock bloody Holmes. No romance.

Sherlock brings home an old gaming system. They use it wrong.

Sort-of sequel to "You Have Me." Three years after Sherlock's "leap of faith" if you will, John wants to follow him. Little does he know that Sherlock is alive, and heading back to London right now. Johnlock, oneshot, much fluff. Rated T for suicidal ideation/attempts. NOTE: The bits in 1st person are John's POV; the bits in 3rd person are Sherlock's POV.

Tonight, Sherlock Holmes was no longer a virgin or neophyte or a misanthropic. He was a human, making love to the woman that he loved with all his heart.

In which Sherlock does not survive being shot by Mary. And in which John's little daughter's imaginary friend, and guardian angel are one and the same. Written for my uncle, the night he died.

Pretty much what the title says. Begins at Hamish's birth and will continue with moments in their lives when he goes through child sicknesses and other things. The last one will not yet be revealed. NOT MPREG! Sickfic. Parentlock. Johnlock. Rated M for now but it might change. 5 plus 1 fic.

Car la solitude et l'abandon font parfois revenir les vieux démons. Sherlock en a la preuve. Peut être que c'est juste le génie qui fait partir les gens ? (Mention de drogues)

A poem about a case for Sherlock to solve. Enjoy!

"Je vous brûlerai, je réduirai votre cœur en cendres". Jim Moriarty était mort, pourtant les mots qu'il avait prononcés ce jour-là n'avaient jamais eu autant de sens... Mycroft avait raison : "Être affecté n'est pas un avantage", mais il est des circonstances où l'on ne peut plus dissimuler sa vraie nature. Attention : spoilers saison 3 / Episode 3.