Sherlock was vaguely aware of a set of eyes on him as he measured out ammonium into a flask and held it up to the sun. Back to pouring, mixing, measuring. Were there eyes? Of course not, why would John be watching him?

London loves her madmen, and they love her in return.

The day Mary Watson invited Sherlock to tea, he was a nervous wreck. 221b drabble - As in, 221 words, the last word begins with a 'b.' Mary Morstan/John Watson, Sherlock.

The way John Watson survives. A short vignette post-Reichenbach.

The streets have been dark and lined with shadows ever since the death of John's best friend, Sherlock. Soon enough, the old army doctor begins to loose his seemingly firm grip on reality. But is it really madness or another thing entirely?

Sherlock needs help with an experiment only Dr. Watson can assist with. Johnlock!Firstkiss First crack at Johnlock so please R&R

Sherlock has to find some way to distract himself. Johnlock.

Sherlock and John go to see the Hunger Games movie, and they meet a very excited Molly and Donovan there! Just a fun one-shot to celebrate the opening of the movie with some of my favorite Sherlock characters!

Sebastian Moran uses a certain John Watson to persuade Sherlock to come back from the dead. How does John cope with his torture and finding out that his best friend is still alive? Post-Reichenbach SH/JW in later chapters. WARNING: VERY MATURE CONTENT!

Most 18 year olds want a car and a party. Not Rosabel. Nope, she wants a month-long apprenticeship each with ten of our favourite characters. It's hard to say whom I feel the most sorry for...

He had to stop himself and lock his eyes onto the grubby pile of the carpet. It just wouldn't do to get a hard-on in front of anybody, let alone Sherlock, and certainly not when thinking about- Dare he say it?- chair sex. Johnlock smut because feelings.

Sherlock and John wake up in bed together.

ONE SHOT. Their first kiss is like a crash. A spectacular car crash. A pile-up, really. With buses and maybe a lorry or two. Because to be entirely honest, it's terrible.

An unseen blog post of John H Watson's. John tries to teach Sherlock about sentiment - through Disney, of course. Set between Hounds and Reichenbach.

The aftermath of The Reichenbach Fall. Just a quick fanfiction I wrote in about twenty minutes. Yay procrastination.

Sherlock decided he didn't very much like tables anymore,whichever devolved Neanderthals had brought this concept about would have left everyone better off if they were still splashing about in primordial soup. Companion to Chair-thoughts of John Watson

Au fond, ce n'était qu'une mise en scène. Un jeu composé d'une bouteille de vin, de bougies, rien d'autre. Un jeu, pour une enquête.

"The anticipation of use, of the joy of fulfilling her purpose to protect him, fills her from steel ferrule to Malacca handle." An exploration of the love one umbrella holds for Mycroft Holmes.

Ce n'était qu'une illusion, un tour de magie.

"Dix ans de silence, dix secondes de bruit. Je reconnais l'absurdité de la vie." Trois ans, il a attendu trois ans avant de pouvoir relever ses yeux bleus sur la façade de Baker Street. Trois ans de silence, de messages, d'attente. Et il était enfin là.

PWP, fluff, hallway snogging, first times. Um, make that 'fast times'.

Snapshots of Sherlock and John's relationship. Cute little domestic, angsty, sexy, etc.. Prompts welcome.Each chapter is a story.

Sherlock needs John for an experiment. John discovers that he likes being tied up. Sexy times ensue. Sherlock/John. Rated M for language and slash.

Have you ever wondered what was going through Moriarty's head before the fall? This is an insight into the brilliant mind that is Jim Moriarty. The time has come. I lift up my phone, and type the words: 'Im waiting... JM'

Tłumaczenie z języka angielskiego za zgodą autorki. Rating dla bezpieczeństwa. SLASH