Short Story - briefer than I usually do but I felt I wanted to do this after such a long time in putting up another story. I enjoyed this too and liked the outcome of the events as they unfolded. It's gentle and sweet and I am happy with it. As the title says it's a text which has been long in coming and when it does it shocks the recipient.

Between the cries of "Sherlock, eat something" and "John, put that test tube down, its filled with nitro", life at 221B Baker Street is far from average. It's a miracle John can put up with it. Of course, sometimes he doesn't . . . Friendship, however stressed. Rated over K for safety, might jump around arches a bit.

As John sits in his usual spot at the clinic, scrolling down the numerous texts from Mary, he wonders when did this life become so boring and simply not enough. He suspects it happened sometime between Sherlock Holmes' dramatic return, his proposal of marriage and John's stubborn refusal.

One-shot. Every year, the Government holds an annual tea party. There is cake, and tea, but mostly cake. It is a secretive and un-official affair, but when a certain detective attempts to get one up on his brother, the Government Tea-Party might not be as private as Mycroft hoped.

{Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - fluff/dancing/first kiss} Sherlock's voice was merely a whisper but John's heart began to pound louder and he felt his ears flush at his flatmate's touch and voice; he even hesitated before looking up into Sherlock's face. John gaped at the look in Sherlock's eyes, both vulnerable and afraid as well as hopeful and pleading. 'Dance with me, John.'

John wakes up from a PTSD nightmare once again, but this time, something is different. A one shot about John and Sherlock. The gorgeous cover art was made by tumblruser Holmescest.

A few weeks after RBF, Gregory Lestrade kills himself. These are the letters he leaves behind. (Obvious mentions of suicide).

Un bruit étrange dans la salle de bain, et Sherlock qui pense. Pourquoi donc John a t-il enlevé la buée du miroir ? Un n'OS JohnLocké tout court tout court, reviews, *o* ?

There's no such thing as a good summary so why bother. This is only, the first chapter, kind of.

Oneshot! Jim Moriarty/ OFC (original female character). Second person writing and plenty of lemons. Rated M. You knew it would never be easy, spending the night with the consulting criminal, but never had you anticipated a scenario quite like this.

John has been gone for the past few days, Serlock misses him.

"Believe what you will. Come on, We're going home." "No." The detective's head snaps around, pale eyes widening in minute surprise and confusion. "You have no idea what you've put me through. And I refuse, I refuse to ever let myself feel that way again"

Post - Reichenbach. Drabble 150 słów.

Dear Sherlock, Misplaced something? I appear to have something that belongs to you. You really shouldn't leave your things lying around, it's terribly irresponsible. Let's find out if the great detective likes to share his toys. - J.M. x

Después del accidente del detective y de su declaración a la doctora Molly Hooper, decide preparar una cena que ninguno de los dos olvidará-

John est mystérieusement perturbé le jour de son anniversaire, et il s'avère que seul Sherlock peut le rassurer dans son inquiétude...

Every human has two sides to them: The dark and the light. It is unto them to choose to follow any one, especially when given the allowance of dabbling in either of the two, with another being at their mercy.. So which gains the upper hand, the dark or the light?

When a relatively minor - yet rash - action on John's part begins to cause changes in Sherlock's demeanor, the ramifications will lead to a fact about John's life that he's always worked terribly hard to hide. Along with certain confusing feelings that not even the good doctor himself had analyzed up to that point./ Johnlock focused / *First Kiss*/ COMPLETE

Sherlock absolutely despised Halloween. But that might have just been because he didn't have anyone to spend it with. Teen!lock. A quick-fic oneshot I wrote on Halloween in the spirit of the occasion.

John's relationship with Sherlock has got tongues wagging...and it irritates him. A talk with his Scottish grandmother is just the cure. UPDATE: now continuing with John's visit to Gran Rose after the fall. Basically an excuse for angst. Enjoy.

John was walking home from the corner shop with two gallons of milk and a lottery ticket (why not? It could be his lucky day) when the dark car pulled up alongside him. With a weary sigh, he opened the door and swung himself in. "Alright Mycroft, what is it this time?" But it was not Mycroft. "Hello, John. I'm Mrs. Holmes."

Sherlock and Mycroft go to illegally investigate another murder before they go home to supper. -L cute, kid Sherlock and Mycroft, short, sweet, kind of funny, one-shot,

John has a headache.

Sandwiches are called sammiches. No, really, they are...at least in Pittsburgh they are.

Jo is John Watson's Lieutenant. This story was supposed to be something like Jim Moriarty trying to corrupt her or something. I don't know, I'm rubbish at writing summaries XD