John is the one dying, and Sherlock is the one left behind to mourn, to cry, to remember. TW: Descriptive gore in future chapters. Credit to otp-5ever on tumblr for the idea.

*One-shot* When it comes to his coffee, Sherlock prefers it black with two sugars. *As always, reviews are appreciated!*

"I've run off my new flatmate. Shame, I was growing a little fond of him. But I went off and did what I usually do, and I told him everything about himself—even the things he obviously didn't want to hear." Sherlock's thoughts during the cab scene in "A Study in Pink".

This is NOT fanfiction. It is an analysis of three minutes of A Scandal in Belgravia. How does Irene get under Sherlock and John's skins so quickly? Within three minutes of meeting each other, she totally has their number and plenty of evidence that they are, in fact, a couple. FFnet won't allow links or images-but you can see them at archiveofourown(dot)org (just search for me).

Lestrade has been assaulted and doesn't recognize his rescuers, at first. Dr. John Watson has to break through the fear and pain in order to help his friend. But, can John work through his own fears in order to help him? (PTSD!John) - Sherlock's Kink Meme Prompt.

Para el reto "30-1 días OTP Navideños" del foro I m Sherlocked. Cuando tenga tiempo corregiré algunos tras pies que hay en el orden de las palabras. Quería terminarlo antes que terminara el año xD, así que debo tener más de una falla por ahí.

Molly knew what was being said about Sherlock: "the child of a serial killer, the child is tainted", the adults would say. "Freak" was the simpler label by their classmates. Co-written with AmaliaKensington/Lexieken

Esta guerra no a terminado, has perdido años, tiempo y esperanza; aunque se presente ante tus ojos, ya no es lo mismo, ya no sientes que le amas con el mismo fervor, simplemente, estas roto. -Para el amigo secreto del foro I'm Sherlocked, felicidades Breyito-Black-Lupin! :)

John tries to cope after Sherlock's death.

John's mobile has gone missing. Or has it? Just a funny little one off. No Johnlock, just friendship.

Mycroft/Lestrade one-shot. A cute one pager. Hope you enjoy!

John and Sherlock don't do anything the normal way. So it's hardly a surprise when their relationship progresses quite out of the usual order. Slash, Johnlock, SHJW.

Sherlock Holmes, his various neighbours/landlords over the years and four times the door was slammed between them and one time it wasn't. Or something. Gen.

"Heroes don't exist and even if they did I wouldn't be one," Sherlock says, maybe too quickly, and John can only try and disagree. Fifty glimpses into the series. Canon compliant, possible spoilers.

Every so often Sherlock succumbs to depression. John tries to help. (Mild trigger warning for depression.)

John is sent to kill a dragon and rescue a princess but he's not expecting them to be the same thing.

Sherlock's birthday ends in disaster. John has been poisoned and it's a race against time for the antidote.

When Hamish is kidnapped by old foe, Moriarty, Sherlock dives into the investigation – infatuated with nothing but finding his lost son. Years later, just as Sherlock and John start to lose hope, a young man with astonishing cheekbones and familiar eyes shows up at 221B Baker Street. All seems perfect, but what if it's all a part of a bigger picture?

It's been three years since Sherlock jumped, and John has moved on until he gets a call one night from a familiar voice, telling him that they'll be at the flat in five minutes. One-shot story.

Danger was a green pool in an inner courtyard, the wet slide of skin against skin, the risk of being caught. Danger was a needle under the floorboards, opium in the toe of a slipper, the subterfuge of his habit. Danger was a shabby cabbie, even odds, an aneurysm. [Warnings for discussion of trauma, abuse, rape, violence.]

They called him a psychopath and freak, unaware of how much it could hurt him. Most days Jim Moriarty wouldn't let it bother him, he'd brush it off and go back to his work. But some days, it'd hurt him, and in return he'd hurt himself. WARNINGS: Self-harm, homophobic language, Mormor relationship later on.

Apparently I cannot write anything but short, sad little BBC Johnlock fics until Series 3 comes out...Can't summarize without giving too much away...

Sherlock plunges headfirst into a new, dangerous case involving seemingly unrelated murders, several forgeries, and an art theft. Told through the viewpoint of a young university student who seems to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and gets wrapped up in the mystery as an assistant to Sherlock. Rated T for violence and language in later chapters. Please review!

Molly Hooper had been a dancer, once upon a time. She has just never been very graceful in front of Sherlock Holmes. Until now. Fluff. Sherlolly-ish.

With the slightly awkward introduction to Sherlock, the young intern is still blind to what she has gotten herself into. There are certain people no one would be pleased to run into, but seems like the big bad wolf is chasing her.*I advise you to read "The Intern Meets the Detective" to avoid any confusion* ONE-SHOT