A night out chasing down suspects and laughing against back-alley walls was all well and good but sometimes a quiet night in was just as good a cure for missing the war.

A mysterious suit appears in the apartment of 221b Baker Street. Soon, both Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are dragged into an adventure about future problems, past murders and buried bones.

John is an army doctor, Sherlock is a soldier. The two form an unlikely friendship, but what will the effects of being in a war do to them?

Reflexiones narradas desde el punto de vista de Sherlock, ubicadas al final de la tercera temporada. Básicamente basura deprimente.

Okay it's not really Romance but oh well, any way, Sebastian starts off tickling Moriarty, and then well basically just smut, lots of smut.

She thought he was going to kiss her on the cheek. This is a thumb drabble. It is fluffy, sort of far fetched, but cute. I don't own anything, you know. I just like to play in other peoples sand boxes. So sue me. Don't sue me. Read the story and smile.

How did Sherlock cope with the wedding – the loss – of his best friend whose true value he came to realize too late, only after the inner revelations during his own Best Man's speech? The answer is (as we know from the beginning of His Last Vow): he didn't. Johnlock (of the unrequited kind); two chapters.

Sherlock Holmes has always said he will never fall in love. But, like a lot of things, that is easier said than done.

Sherlock doesn't hold any love for his omega status. However, that doesn't stop him from going undercover and joining on online dating site to try and find the person responsible for a string of vicious omega homicides. It should have been easy, open and shut. He just didn't expect to meet an alpha named John Watson. And enter the six steps of courtship.

"Why Crowborough?" she asked, peeking out of the train window, and he merely shrugged. - A 221B ficlet. Written for Let's Write Sherlock Challenge 13 on tumblr. It can be read either as a sequel of Like A Row Of Captured Ghosts (Over Old Dead Grass), or as a standalone fic.

"I should have seen it coming when you didn't come down for breakfast this morning. I wanted to go with you, Sherlock." John is left at Baker Street when Sherlock chases a murderer's trail, and while he's alone for the day, John mulls over what to say to Sherlock when he returns home.

Había quedado agarrando los últimos pedazos del imperio, a Sebastián se le deshacía entre los dedos igual que le ocurría con la cordura. Post-Reichenbach

John sombre petit à petit dans les cauchemars et se ferme complètement à Sherlock... Le détective cherche à comprendre se passe quelques années après La Chute Dépression, idées noires Assez sombre, âmes sensibles s'abstenir (je préviens) Très léger Johnlock Complètement OOC OS

Months after Reichenbach, Harry finds him... a one-shot about John Watson striking out again. Mild swearing, usual disclaimer applies.

Sherlock and John visit a fair after a case. Fluff and nausea ensue.

Sherlock does something bold for his and John's anniversary but he quickly makes it up to his boyfriend. very sexy. very hot. updated and hotter than ever :P

Hay un dicho que reza algo así: "Cuando la limosna es grande, hasta el santo desconfía". ¿Greg tendrá motivos para desconfiar de la extremadamente buena suerte que lo ha golpeado?

A one-shot. Sherlock and Molly have been in a little too much contact than they should, what with Molly's impending nuptials. When they meet at the lab over a small work mystery, Sherlock conducts an experiment to explore their feelings. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

Although he did not wish for a pressure point, the events that happened had caused him to have one.

This is the result of a thrown gauntlet to make an unscientific concept (Omegaverse) realistic. As always, acknowledgement and thanks to Messrs. Doyle, Moffat, Gatiss and Thompson.

Prompt: Three sentences, music school AU, Johnlock.

Sherlock's experiments are waking John up at night and one night, he finally attempts to do something about it. One-shot, pre-Series 3,

Sherlock Holmes was not exactly the best person to be a father, and neither was John Watson. However, when the good doctor finds a little girl in the streets of London with no one, he decides to take her in; not knowing that she is the daughter of the man he will one day call his best friend. Rated T because I'm paranoid. Eventual spoilers for Season 3. (Begins before Season 1).

Based on Hunter Hayes song "Wanted" how exactly does John explain to a headstone everything he never got to say to the person he loved? And then exactly what is the long awaited reply?

John's therapist had told him to forget Sherlock. John found that impossible. Just a little oneshot to flush away some angst. I really do wanna stop re-watching Reichenbach, but the epicness always pulls me back!