Lestrade shaved his head two months before Sherlock returned from the grave. (Character study of Sherlock and Lestrade's reunion in TEH)

A little post and during?-Reichenbach scene with his pathologist.

Why does no-one ever remember that Doctor John Watson was once Captain John Watson? Sherlock is on the move and John follows. The Great Game has to be played. But John swears to bring Sherlock out in one piece - if he has to drag his sweet bony arse back to Baker Street. BAMF John! Sherlock is as he always is.

A one-shot, prompt fill. Molly heads for a night out with Mary while Sherlock is left at home with his teenage daughter. An unusual crisis occurs, leaving Sherlock a little at a loss and the daughter realising how dramatic her father can really get.

There are three reasons for which get too close to Molly Hooper is out of the question.

Omegaverse AU - voir profil. Gregory Lestrade est contraint d'emménager chez Mycroft Holmes par défaut, puisque Baker Street était une très mauvaise idée. Heureusement que Mycroft n'est qu'un bêta, n'est-ce pas? En aucun cas lié à ma série en cours. Série courte. Mystrade, Johnlock, Oméga!John, Alpha!Sherlock, Bêta?Mycroft, Bêta?Greg, mpreg et contenu très explicite.

Dix-neuf mars. L'anniversaire de John Hamish Watson, meilleur ami de Sherlock Holmes. Ce dernier doit lui trouver un cadeau, mais ne veut pas offrir quelque chose de banal. Le monde pourra dire ce qu'il voudra, John Watson n'est certainement pas ordinaire.

"Come look at the swans, little brother," that's what Sherrinford says, and he doesn't suspect. - The title is a reference to the namesake song by Loreena McKennitt. Warning: child death. Do not read if that disturbs you.

A come-on in a bar turns to something more when a rejection in an uncommon language is returned. Johnlock: First Meeting.

"You've already spoken to me twice, why hold your tongue now? I've proven competent enough against your charms and of those of your ilk." He does not like the feeling of being inferior. Her wide eyes blink, glittering with mirth as she comes to the waters edge, hoisting her upper body on to the rocks. "Is that what you think, landling?" [Siren AU]

"It always, always, starts with the hair, Molly. Then she'll buy a leather jacket because she'll think she'll look cool, and she won't be wrong. And maybe her and her so-called 'friends'," Molly can hardly hold back her giggles as Sherlock uses air quotations as he paces in the parlor "are smoking low-tars behind the ground keeper's hutch." [Parent!lock]

But on April 17th of 2002, a Wednesday of all days, Molly decides that maybe it's worth it after all. Because of a groan in the alley way, because of blue eyes begging for something more, pleading for life like a prayer. He's in between when she finds him, old track marks on his spindly arms should warn her away, but she can't stop. Her heart races as she flutters in front of him,

"In danger? It was one dance!" Molly cried, flinging Sherlock's beloved Belstaff on to the couch and revealing the deep purple floor length gown. Sherlock schooled himself to not let his eyes travel as Molly crossed her arms in a huff before turning away from him. The low dip of the back of the dress coming to the edge of her bottom, using sheer will to keep itself attached to her

"It's a dog, Sherlock, not the plague." "I would have preferred that." He retorted, his dressing gown swishing angrily behind him.

He really can't. He'd like to think that he could have tried for her, but that would be a lie. The only good he's ever done in his life was walking away while leaving her untainted by his blood soaked hands. Inspecting his finely trimmed nails on his way out the door, he has the air of confidence. His men do not know the hole that he has backed himself into thanks to the mousy woma

"You're not a dragonfly." "Silly boy! I can't fly at all!" Her voice tinkles like chimes in the breeze. She walks into his outstretched palm and does a tiny turn for him. "No wings for me."

"Yeah, I've moved on…" Maybe if she said it enough times, it'd be true.

Touch had never been so vital to him as it was now, her teeth scraping down his jaw line and capturing his bottom lip before he pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Their teeth clacked together hurriedly, and he tried to tell himself to be gentle with her. Gentle for her.

So much faith in one man, tossed aside because he can't find a new habit. Trust that he'd earned from her, tarnished by his own hands. If she rolled up his sleeves, she knew she would see the tracks, but she can't she just isn't that strong. She wants the believe in Sherlock Holmes. Believe in the man she knows he is and not the abusing druggie before her.

"Part of the modern ideology of love is to assume that love and sex always go together… And probably the greatest problem for human beings is that they just don't." - Susan Sontag

"It feels like there's something heavy in my chest." "Well, a heart's a heavy burden." Howl's Moving Castle

"This is ridiculous, Molly." His voice rumbled, the heat flying by her ear as his other hand crept under the hem of her shirt and caused her skin to rise under his cold touch. But his eyes danced with glee as they tried to make sense of her work. His thumb traced similar patterns on the lower half of her back and she flushed prettily under his gaze.

After all that she'd done for him, nothing had changed since that day. He was still cruel, still hurtful, and still painfully Sherlock. Turning her eyes back to the dark sky above her, Molly pretends that she's still in her pastoral village, her father droning in the background about the constellations overhead, and a cup of coco in her hand.

Sherlock Holmes joins the force of New Scotland Yard's finest. He refuses to work with a partner, but is still appointed a secretary. Miss Molly Hooper is a quiet young woman, who aids the detective however she can. What happens when Sherlock starts bringing his work home with him?

From bbckinkmeme "Sherlock develops a rare medical condition that causes him to become depressed when good things happen to him. After Sherlock wins the lottery, John has trouble consoling him. Hurt/Comfort." This is pure crack with gratuitous references to The Smiths, David Bowie's "Quicksand" and Wednesday Adams and a not gratuitous references to Adventure of the Dying Detective.