On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine. Fluff, non-slash. Seventh and final in my series!

Wanting to forge ahead with a case, Sherlock doesn't listen to John's worries. The case goes horribly wrong, forcing John and Sherlock's friendship to dance a fine line. Can they ever return to what they were? Johnlock. Rated M for a reason. Triggers for rape and drugs. Slight Non-Con (it's complicated!)

Can death be a magic trick? Sherlock's death was nothing more than that. There is one person he must destroy upon his return to the living, but can the brilliant detective be beaten by an assassin?

Sherlock is dead...and John is mourning, and Molly is alone. Just a little drabble of Molly thinking about Sherlock and the nature of her relationship to him. First time writing for this fic so I'd be interested to hear what all of you think. Semi spoilers for season two.

Sherlock Holmes is the best detective in the world. He has his cunning wit and uncanny memory. But what happens when he loses it? What happens when Sherlock Holmes becomes ordinary? JohnLock at the end, don't like don't read. PS: This story is anything but boring!

Neuf mois. Cela faisait déjà neuf mois que Sherlock était mort. Neuf mois que John retourne dans sa tête le scénario de son suicide en cherchant à le sauver. John/Sherlock ... obviously [homophobes ... y a des homophobes qui regardent Sherlock? XD]

When John starts being more distant, Sherlock thinks he knows the problem. But when he tries to fix it, things go wrong. Will John find Sherlock to explain, or will something horrible happen before he can? *Pleeease read, its my first story and I suck at summaries. Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, or BBC. Review please :) Rated M caused Im paranoid.

John gets married and Sherlock finds it hard to cope. Cue lots of angst. Inspired by All Time Low's song 'Therapy' even though this is not a song fic.

Sherlock and John have lived long and happy lives. Both elderly and in a nursing home, they will stay together until the very end. Friendship, brotherly love, not slash! Read, review, favorite, share!

A series of poems centering, but not restricted to, John's emotions after the fall. Minor violence and cursing.

They are like two halves of a whole, separate entities that slot together, brain synapses firing through the air, passing through skin and glances, half formed thoughts and smiles until Mycroft knows Sherlock better than he knows himself, knows him inside out, every gesture, every movement, can read him like a book, his own story slotting into the corresponding pages.

Sherlock deja en ridículo a Mycroft delante de John, solo con unas palabras. Pero a Mycroft le gusta actuar y quiere que Sherlock aprenda educación enseñándole. Aviso: Incesto entre los hermanos Holmes.

Molly struggles to find peace within herself when she is convinced that there will never be any peace for Sherlock Holmes.

It had been for several weeks now that John was going out over the weekend, and Sherlock still had no clue where he went. He could deduce it; and of course he could know if he had really wanted to.

Seit einigen Wochen ging John jetzt schon am Wochenende aus, und Sherlock wusste immer noch nicht, wohin er ging. Er könnte es deduzieren, sicher könnte er das; und natürlich hätte er es gewusst, wenn er es wirklich gewollt hätte.

Most people measure out the truth in teaspoons. Sherlock Holmes drops you in an ocean of truth and expects you to swim.

Sherlock was staring now. "Whatever is the matter with you, Mycroft? You haven't insulted me once and you're barely following the conversation." John cleared his throat. "I think I can answer that question for you. Mycroft? What's the date?" "10th January 2006."

Strange things are happening at Baker Street. What in the world is going on? Birthday fic. for the lovely Maple Leaf Cameo.

There are things even a soldier cannot fight. (Sherlock and John as old men. Warning: sad. One-shot.)

Oneshot. Post TRF. John has turned to the purple shirt that he loved of Sherlock's to keep him close to the man after his untimely death. He finds comfort in the material that once clothed the great detective.

John had never thought he would one day stand with his vampire lover and laugh like giddy teenagers, but it wasn't the first time his life had taken an unexpected twist. Johnlock, Vampire AU, P With Some P. Hints of dark!Sherlock.

Happy Birthday to a very special friend. Hope you're having a great day, MLC. Hugs, Jx Warning: Story contains 'Incidental Case' - what it's about is not important, clues make very little sense, & will remain a one-shot... What is important is the feature of Sherlock that it showcases - his lack of social awareness and an attempt to 'define' one aspect of his personality. ;-D

John has a nightmare. Sherlock comforts him. Thinking they can just walk away without another thought, they discover their feelings about each other.

"He can feel John's shuddering breaths in his own lungs, feel John's heart beating behind his own sternum." Because John Watson is a doctor, and Sherlock Holmes is a detective, and neither really knows how to be anything else. A post-Reichenbach reunion oneshot. Can be read as Johnlock if you wish.

John and Sherlock view many things differently, humanity for one. One-shot, drabble, non-slash.