This is my toughts my final moments of the day, the day I took a bullet for sherlock holmes. WARNING CHARACTER DEATH

Only one was going to come out alive and he was going to make sure it was him. WARNING CHARACER DEATH.

John has nightmares. His dreams are more vivid than life. Locked in a hospital, on his way to a secure unit, Moriarty on his tail... Molly is the only one he can trust. He needs to find out who the man in his dreams is. Who is the man with the blue scarf?

Just a little one-shot fluffy fic meant to ease the pain post-Reichenbach . Please read and enjoy !

Short, post Reichenbach, angst. *Drug use* Passed out on the bathroom floor of 221B, Sherlock reflects, and he soon wishes he hadn't. Eventually, it justs gets too much.

"Sherlock..." she murmured, "you were right." "I know," he replied. Then he paused. "About what?" Molly smiled at him sleepily. "I will definitely need to reheat my tea..." A lovely angst-free one-shot. 'Tact', in this case, proves to be far over-rated.

Jonh tries to work out just what their relationship is about.

With the help of music, John expresses himself. Please let me know what you think! Serious Johnlock-ism. Rated M.

A quick, sad MorMor one shot. Rated M for very brief mentions of sex, just to be safe.

Sherlock decide hacer algo para tener a John aún más cerca, en su piel.

Moriarty stood there grinning. Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes were both stuck in the room with the psychopath with baited breaths as they waited. A shot rang out.

Sherlock Holmes. John Watson. ¿Cómo se conocieron dos personas tan distintas? Su primer encuentro, pero en circunstancias muy distintas.

Sherlock Holmes is a man of control. The detective never let trivial things like sentiment to muddle his mind. Most people assumed he never had any to begin with, a proclaimed sociopath as he was. But they never knew a little red button was all he needed.

The two new professors are essentially old and harmless. Sure Professor Sigerson has the strangest knowledge of posions and Professor Morstan knows the cleanest way to kill a man with a scalpel, but so what? Based on a prompt from a while back. Sherlock and John undercover at a University.

John sends Sherlock a picture by email. Only fluff, written as a challenge between me and my friend.

Sometimes, even Sherlock has questions. And for once, John has all the answers. Implied John/Sherlock. K because of reasons.

Molly Hooper finds a soaked, shivering, half starved black cat on the street as she walks home. She takes him home to care for, letting out some of her secrets in the process.

AU fantasy where John finds a comic book in the surgery. Think of A-ha's video for "Take on Me." Not slash.

Series of short pieces involving Sherlock and John and their various acquaintances. From friendship to slash and everything in between. Ratings vary by Chapter.

The roar of the city falls away and all he can hear is Sherlock – "John? John!" – as London goes dark and his body pitches forward onto the hard concrete.

Sherlock Holmes is known for fixing problems. James Moriarty, Consulting Detective, isn't sure that he wants to stop him.

Both were alone. Both were waiting for something to happen. It would only take one "thing" to make it happen, and as it so happens, on that cold October day, that one "thing" finally happened. MildSlash/MildLanguage

Running off to America with Sherlock sounded like a dangerous thing, considering that it was Sherlock Holmes, not an ordinary person who just wanted to go on holiday.

With only a few seconds left to ponder the world he would soon leave, Sherlock takes a moment to visit his long forgotten past.

A study in discipline. Because sometimes, even the British Government has to give in.