Sherlock Holmes needs John Watson. Everyone needs a friend. Definitely not meant to be slashy, just friendship, slight angst and gloom. Sorry about the gloom. Read and review?

"The only word he could coherently think of right now. He cringed at the word. He loathed that word. The word that left him alone. The word that took his only friend away from him. The word that killed Sherlock, he believed." *The title is a song by A Day to Remember. It's mostly screaming so if you don't like that then don't listen. But the lyrics relate to post Reichenbach John.

They were never meant to be together, it just happened. A look into the lives of Mycroft Holmes and Gregory Lestrade. Writing summaries isn't my strong point.

Sherlock receives news of a member of a secret group of criminal geniuses who has found the key to immortality. As he and John investigate, it becomes apparent that Sherlock has changed. And not for the better. *First Sherlock fic I've written. Enjoy :D*

Two years dead and still going strong, Sherlock is back in London to cut the heart out of the beast for good and all. He'll need determination and he's got it in spades, ready to tear down the last of Moriarty's inner circle, that evil little club. Back off? Not for diamonds... Post-Fall, Pre-House, death wasn't the end, but God knows this might be.

A drabble history for DI LEstrade for things hinted at in A Dish Served Cold

Life as Peter Guillam lerable. He had a nice comfy flat, a job and he had a boyfriend. But then a face from the past arrives in Paris. SLASH. NO BETA. Spoilers for season two finale.

Despite the fact that Jim had an endless supply of names for Sebastian; Seb, Sebby, Bastian, Bas, Tiger, Pet to name just a few; the sniper only had one for Jim. Jimmy. But the sniper only used the nickname five times. Four times the name signalled the beginning. Once it signalled the end. MorMor.

Nine year-old orphaned Sherlock Holmes has always known himself to be a genius, but what happens when his intelligence attracts the leader of a crime syndicate? Will he be able to cope with his new life under Detective Inspector Lestrade's roof and simultaneously outsmart the organization or will he lose everything to them? Mentions of Abuse.

Jim's favourite gunman visits him late at night because he needs help. - Mormor

Lorsque le père de John décède, Sherlock décide de l'accompagner dans sa ville natale pour les funérailles. Un lien se crée. Un lien de nature romantique. TRADUCTION DE NORAH ROSE. Slash.

John is feeling under appreciated on Valentine's Day. Luckily for him, Sherlock has a surprise in store.

John a tribute from district 12 finds a alliance in the sociopathic Sherlock Holmes from district 1. Can they both take down James Moriarty the career tribute from district 2? More importantly can they make it out alive? Happy 61st Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in you favour. AU! Hunger Games! Johnlock!

I originally intended this to be fluff...except it didn't quite work out that way in the end. Anyways, Sherlock teaches John how to waltz. Pretty short.

Sherlock's therapist thinks it would be a good idea to bring him to the London Zoo twice a week for the next two months. Superb.

Victor has always wanted to kiss Sherlock. Sherlock/Victor.

Oneshot. Sherlock ponders the meaning of friendship when he does something to upset John. Rated M for drug use Just being overly cautious .

Alexander of the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day does not have anything on my day. His fridge was never set on fire.

Life with the Brothers is straining and difficult as of late, so in desperation, Brother John calls out for help. John: DWLC Sherlock: RPer

The Unsent Correspondences of Greg Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes.

After that day, after the fall, John Watson is lost. But not alone: he has fans, and they believe in Sherlock Holmes just as much, if not more, as he does. Or: the story where fandom does what it wants, and things get meta as all get out.

Sometimes all it takes to start a relationship is a not-so-subtle push from a certain scheming consulting detective and a leap of faith from a certain ex-Army doctor.

A gunshot broke the silence in the old abandoned warehouse. A thin man collapsed to the ground tightly holding his fresh wound on his forearm, trying to slow the bleeding, and failing to. Great… Sherlock thought. Now I'm going to die without anyone knowing I'm still alive. But maybe it was better this way… His eyes ripped open at the sound of footsteps coming closer. TWO-SHOT

"Nobody could be that clever." "You could." John shot back without missing a beat. John Watson still amazed me. He truly was a great man. And a great friend. It was quite sad that the moment I truly came to appreciate his presence in my life, I had to give him up. The end of 'The Reichenbach Fall' from Sherlock's point of view.

Joan Watson just can't seem to catch a break - whether it's fighting with chip and pin machines or racing across London on the word of her sociopath flatmate, she's always right in the middle of the chaos. When Sherlock and her go undercover as a couple to catch a serial killer, things get...interesting. Fem!John.