"Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love." - Avis Corea

Sherlock can't bring himself to fight for John Watson.

Lyrics of the song "Run boy run" by Woodkid recoveried with "Run John run". It's about the episode 1 season 1. Les paroles de la chanson "Run boy run" de Woodkid reprise avec "Run John run". Elle nous ramène à l'épisode 1 saison 1 (poursuite dans les rues de Londres).

Moriarty crouched in front of Sherlock. "No one ever taught you how to use a mind palace, did they?" Sherlock only glared. With a sigh, the criminal smiled in a sick way. Sherlock swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Well, it is time someone taught you." He grabbed the detective's face and squeezed, his sick smile growing into a dastardly grin. "Let's level the field"

Or, the time Sherlock Holmes planned John and Mary's wedding.

A mixture of series 3, with look backs at series 2... and what happened during the two years Sherlock was away. Could be M for future chapters! Series 3 spoilers as well.

Sherlock and John are teachers. Sherlock still likes to experiment.-Challenge 12: Create a story in an everyday alternate universe using the following prompt: "It's for an experiment."

Hamish was sixteen at the time when he had his first heat with his boyfriend James. They had made love after Hamish got told to not. They did anyway. A month passes Hamish was feeling sick and tired. John knew what Hamish had. He knew that hamish was pregnant. He got mad and talked to sherelock about it "we need to not be mad afterall we told him that he wasn't ready."

John is on holiday in Paris for almost two whole weeks. Sherlock is solving cases in London...alone. But of course, there's one of the world's best inventions at hand to save the day! Emails, of course! But leave your laptop logged into your email account, and a cheeky Scotland Yard inspector might just read them...fluff, fluff...and oh, did I mention? Fluff!

Sherlocks in need of a case when John pops round for a visit. A text comes johns way and Molly's in danger Comments welcome

Mary is giving birth to her and John's baby. Meanwhile, Molly is left with Sherlock at the waiting room.

"Water, water everywhere- and not a drop to drink." Of tea, mind palaces and insanity. Mycroft-centric

*Let's Write Sherlock Challenge 12* With the country on the brink of civil war, the sight of cordite and a rifle sitting on the kitchen table is enough to fill John with dread.

Mr. Holmes retrieves a lost Toby.

Sherlock didn't teach John to dance for his wedding. In fact, they learned to dance together much earlier – for a case. Or: The one where Sherlock taught John how to follow and John taught Sherlock how to lead.

It's the end of everything and the beginning of what will follow.

Sherlock Holmes pojawia się przed drzwiami jego mieszkania pewnej nocy, ponad cztery lata od ich ostatniego spotkania. Victor dobrze ukrywa swoje zaskoczenie, ignorując echo słów, którymi Holmes zakończył ich związek. To nigdy nie było nam pisane.

Visiting in the city of lights, Jim Moriarty was only there for a job that went wrong and to have a good time. Only then he realized, he could play a little game with someone who turned out to be not so ordinary after all. preSherlock timeline Moriarty/OC

Every youngest sibling knows what it is like to have Easter chocolates stolen… even Sherlock. Little bit weird, better than summary, kidlock, one shot, please read, thank you.

Short story based on tumblr prompts: Asking for directions Charac A: Tired Charac B: Dismal Frenemies Positive Interaction Established relation

Sherlock successfully pushes Molly out of his life but as the saying goes "You don't know what you've got till it's gone" and he wants his pathologist back.

Jim needed to find a way to lessen Sebastian's pain, knowing he would leave him that day on the roof. He found a way to hurt Sebastian into hating him. But Sebastian couldn't hate him, and his pain was even more terrible. MorMor (Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran)

It's time for Molly and Sherlock...

Sherlock is reckless, as usual, but this time he gets hurt. How will he deal with a severe concussion that strips him of his superior intellect? (Credit goes to Amanda Brandenburger for the cover image.) Note: this is not my best writing or my most recent writing. Take it as it is and please don't complain that it's terrible.

Angst. Moja pierwsza publikacja. Ogółem mówiąc, opowiadanie o samotności oglądanej ze stanowczo zbyt bliskiej perspektywy.