Sequel to A Habit. Something is out there and it's coming for them. Can Sherlock figure out what is going on before it is too late? Can he maintain his fledgling relationship at the same time? Will he ever give the sweater back? No. Probably not. SLASH

It's John's birthday.

John Watson learns the hard way that fate is a fickle thing. Warnings inside!

BBC Sherlock fanfiction. Jim Moriarty finds a way of indirectly hurting the great Sherlock Holmes... He claims his loyal pet. But even that isn't enough for the criminal, it seems. Rated M for dark sexual themes and violence. Don't read if you don't like this kind of thing.

BBC Sherlock. Post-Reichenbach. John doesn't believe in ghosts, but what will he believe after Sherlock reappears?

after the fall John falls.

John moves to London and starts at a new school where he doesn't seem to fit in. Sherlock is assigned to show him around his first week. This is J/S, so haters gonna hate!

Moriarty likes to play games, and isn't Sherlock just so much fun?

In which Sherlock offers to buy milk. Just a semi-drabble, rather OOC. Inspired by the fact that my internet wasn't working the other day, and I didn't know what to do.

In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite. Don your goggles, shippers! Rating for illness and for very slightly implied past drug use but mostly for my paranoia .

What if Lestrade had been on Sherlock's website at the time when Sherlock had posted that last message before going to the pool... What if he had installed cameras at the pool... What if Scotland Yard had watched everything that unfolded with Moriarty... This is what would have happened! Nothing is very secret anymore! No intended slash. My first Sherlock story. Please R&R.

It's been two months and Sherlock still hasn't told John he's alive. Sherlock/John slash.

After the Fall things start happening at 221B Baker Street. What they are, John isn't sure, but he doesn't dare hope that it's something more...

AU in which John and Sherlock go through school together from the beginning of Primary school and chaos ensues. Rating will go up in later chapters as they get older. Enjoy.

Post-Reichenbach/Hiatus/Empty House fic. This is how I see episode 1 of season 3 playing out. What happens to Sherlock and John in the time between Sherlock's Fall and his return? Expect lots of angst.

There are two names that nobody says. One is a psychotic criminal mastermind who hates being bored. The other, is his daughter. A genius in her own right, and just as twisted as her father. God help Sherlock Holmes.

John's reaction to Sherlock's 'death' is obvious. Sherlock's isn't. An exploration of some of the thoughts that Sherlock's brilliant mind may have been considering upon hearing John's farewell at his 'grave' at the end of The Reichenbach Fall.

John goes to see Sherlock's grave-only to find him standing next to his gravestone.

A shameless PWP. Sherlock surprises John one morning. Slash. M for a reason.

John's girlfriend spends the night, and Sherlock decides that it's time to do something about it. Jealous!Sherlock, S/J slash.

"John had killed men with this gun. He would kill himself with this gun. Why not. Anything to end the feeling he had in his chest. " This is a short ficlet base on MCR- Early Sunsets Over Monroevile.

"Suddenly someone slams into me, causing me to stumble farther into the alley. I try to regain my balance and face the person who tackled me, but I'm shoved against a wall before I can." Post-Reichenbach, no slash.

We all know this: John Watson's mother must have been one hell of a woman to raise a son who could put up with Sherlock. Or '5 people who aren't John's mum, and 1 who was plus another one who isn't '

A Post-Reichenbach view of John's life. Semi-inspired by the song "With You" from the musical Ghost. Rated T, just in case.

So here Sherlock Holmes was. At the brink of telling a story no one ever had heard from him, a story no one ever bothered to listen to because no one ever had asked for it, it was always just the way things had become, the way things were.