Sherlock can't always rely on his Mind Palace and this is something he doesn't want to accept. There is one person, however, who is always there for him - John.

After the fall, Sherlock spends some quality time with his landlady.

Sherlock meets a Miss Morgan Horley...Detective Horley...she claims to be as good as him, has Sherlock met his match? Will he fall in love? Sherlock/OC

"It was all about the game, yes, the game, and the excitement he got from it. He couldn't feel connected, couldn't love. He was a consulting detective, a machine without feelings." But what if the only one he can count as a "friend" starts getting weaker every day, in front of his own eyes. Was.. was he actually able to love?

He's on his deathbed and he was too late.

I'm not good at titles It's senior year in high school and Sherlock is forced to room with John Waston. he has no intention of becoming friends with him but when forced into an accusation, they must work together to prove themselves innocent. There will be smut later :3

They're back. Both of them. It's John's turn to play.

Kinda a continuation/parallel to my last fanfic 'Hand In Hand'

Mrs. Hudson finds Sherlock Holmes' musical compositions as she cleans 221B Baker Street. This is a post-Reichenbach story, a part of the series "A Study in Women", but can be read as a standalone work.

Set after The Reichenbach Fall, short, one-shot. It's quite about the feels. John and Sherlock dealing with the aftermath of the Fall. Please leave a review!

Tumblr prompt. Greg Lestrade hasn't done well after Sherlock's death- and things are about to get a whole lot worse. Greg Lestrade, be prepared to do a lot of lying.

John and Sherlock's conversation immediately after Sherlock's return from the "dead." Johnlock (slash)

Kate's the new tenant in 221C, and she's not particularly fond of her new neighbor Sherlock. When there's a murder at Kate's work, Sherlock's called in to investigate and the two are forced to work together. But the deeper they get into the case, the more it seems to have to do with Kate's hidden past. Will Sherlock solve the case of the girl next door? rated t for later chapters.

Friendship drabble. In which Sherlock is bored (again) and John just wants his tea. Strangeness insues.

John comes home to find Sherlock's most horrifying experiment yet. Johnlock. Spoilers through the end of season two.

In which Mary Morstan attempts to endear herself to Sherlock Holmes

The decision to take the Dover to Calais ferry for a case was not one of Sherlock's brightest ideas. In which Sherlock is too proud to mention to John he gets seriously sea sick.

After John has been living with Sherlock for a while, he decides to pick up a hobby he'd dropped since returning home from Afghanistan.

Il restait figé comme un imbécile au milieu de la rue. Les gens le bousculaient, lui hurlaient de bouger, l'insultaient... Mais il n'en avait rien a faire. Il continuait a fixer résolument l'ange qui était apparu face à lui et qui semblait fendre la foule dans l'unique but de le rejoindre. Il avait peur que s'il lâchait cette sublime créature des yeux, elle disparaisse...

Regalo de cumpleaños para DemonDetective, del foro I'm Sherlocked. Dicen que los borrachos siempre dicen la verdad, y por mucho que en el caso de John la verdad vaya siempre impresa en su cara, ha necesitado de un empujoncito para atreverse a decir las cosas. Aunque no sea a la persona correcta.

Fluff. Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Greg go out to celebrate John and Sherlock's first year working together, and Sherlock and Greg get WAY too drunk. Johnlock, with hints of Mystrade.

John's in the shower...Sherlock interrupts...Rated M for obvious reasons

Si eres capaz de cuidar una planta, cuida una mascota. Si también eres capaz de ello, ten un hijo. Bueno, luego está la versión de Baker Street.

'It was stupid, going in without back-up. That was like doing something Sh-… something an old friend of his would have done. He knew that. But he was paying the price now.' In which Lestrade is shot. Just a pointless little one-shot. Edited and re-uploaded. Post Reichenbach, gen, T for mentions of suicide and violence.

John's gaze turned icy. "Don't call me an idiot, Sherlock. Not for this, not for caring about you." Sherlock averted his eyes, defeated. "I'm sorry," he said honestly, the hurt in John's voice cutting into his heart like a very blunt knife.