How Sebastian Moran got kicked out of the army, and met one James Moriarty. MorMorMor.

No sé si puedes oírme. En tu estado de coma es dificil saberlo. Pero necesito hablar contigo, pero prométeme que no hablarás de lo que te cuente esta noche. Estas palabras deben quedar en tu silencio, Sherlock. Vale, mal summary xD. Mini drabble, Sherlock está en coma en el hospital.

This is a story about Sherlock, John, and an eggplant (I suck at summaries) (Very short at the moment but I promise I'll add more!)

Max and Claudette, the two kidnapped children...What was it like for them? Why didn't they try to flee the factory where Moriarty hid them? Why did Claudette scream when she saw Sherlock? And what would she say about the whole thing? Oneshot.

While fleeing London to get out of a sweltering heat wave, John finds himself in Surry where he gets a deeper look into Sherlock's past. And maybe the reason why the Consulting Detective considers himself "married" to his work.

She has come to accept many things in her relationship with Sherlock Holmes. Jealousy, however, isn't one of them. Sally/Sherlock, part of my ongoing universe.

John Watson doesn't know how to deal with Sherlock's 'death.' He knew he wasn't really dead, but that didn't stop him mourning. -Oneshot-

Sometimes, heroes have to lose.

It had been almost 6 weeks since Sherlock's death & Dr. John Watson had let himself deteriorate back into his crippled state. Fresh from the the battlefield, he limps and bears the scars of memories too cruel. Nasty and unstable feelings. Those deep, dark secrets. He kept them all, hoping something would turn up but nothing ever happens to John; at least not until, she visited...

This is a little Mormor ficlet I typed up for one of my friends and decided to post for the fun of it. (Note: I do not own any of the mentioned characters nor the show they come from.) Mentions murder and blood, but it's nothing too explicit or detailed.

Ratio versus sensualitas. A Sherlolly One-Shot.

A minor, nay, major headcanon of mine that desired to be written. Sorry the prologue's so short, but I need to get you hooked. M for language and some later chapters.

A series of crossovers and fusions, mostly literary. Check the headings for characters and pairings. Updated 9: Gilbert and Sullivan Singalong

John Watson knew the people in his life twice. Not in some mystical sense but at two different points in time when they were very different people. sequel is up.

If you had one last phone call to make, and one last breath to draw.. Who would you call? Slightly dark, and it's not a happy story. Not at all. Established Sherlock/Molly relationship :)

No one said having a relationship with Sherlock would be easy.

Something is wrong with John, and the reason is small. About the size of a four year old.

Sherlock's sociopathic antics are setting John on edge, but that'll change soon. Not Johnlock, Pre-Reichenbach. Hey you, you should read this.

Sequel to "Form and Function," in which the boys first did the deed. John thinks nothing much will change now that they've had sex. Sherlock is skeptical. But he finds his ignorance on the subject intolerable, so of course he has to investigate. Mostly smut, a little angst, and a bit of fluff. What do you call that? Smuffst?

Sherlock's been back for some time, but John is still dealing with some residual separation anxiety (You don't just bounce back from a psychological trauma like that). I prescribe smut for his condition. There is angst, sexting, masturbation, fucking, and wuv, in that order. And for anyone who liked my fic "Happiness Is A Warm Gun," there is just 1 short paragraph of gun kink.

A story, a drabble, a thought, an idea, a snippet, a one-shot everyday for every day in the month of January.

AU John needs a new phone that doesn't bend time, risk his life, and have a man on the other end who claims to be the world's greatest detective, except that he can't figure out how he accidentally called Dr. Watson instead of his brother. Slash.

"Sherlock Holmes was a coward. Sherlock Holmes was a fraud. Sherlock Holmes was dead. He wasn't a consulting detective anymore. He was a fugitive. Today marked the beginning of a new life for the detective. A life of living on the streets and hunting down men... And he hated it already." Will include all characters. Mainly Sherlock's POV.

"Don't go again. I need you." Sherlock strained and gasped on the words as he weakly tried to pull John back towards the bed. "Stay." One-shot. Can be read as friendship or Pre-Johnlock. Better title needed.

Post season 2. John keeps making one too many. Wrote for a tumblr request.