Written for the H/C bingo prompt: brainwashing. Sherlock didn't enjoy his childhood. And he really didn't enjoy when memories from his childhood insisted on infringing on his thinking. Hints of Aspie!Sherlock.

Sherlock and John are traipsing around in the woods. (False, John is traipsing and you are stumbling along behind him.) Why? Sherlock has no clue. A song fic with 'Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree'. (Was originally written for the H/C bingo prompt: nervous breakdown, but I'm not entirely sure if it fits or not. I'm not a huge fan of this one.)

When Sherlock (quite literally) drives her up the wall, Irene starts to suspect he's not quite acting like himself. She wants to find out what causes this behavior, and she's shocked by what she finds...

...or why John hasn't made Sherlock throw the creepy thing out. Not sure how often I'll update, but I will do so more frequently if interest is expressed. No slash. Please review!

A few days before Christmas, Mycroft shows up at Baker Street with a bag of Sherlock's childhood toys. In them is the story of how even Sherlock Holmes believed in Father Christmas, for a while. (One-shot)

La vida en el 221B ha cambiado a mejor. Ese amor tan evidente, para todos salvo para ellos, por fin se ha manifestado. Pero, como en toda pareja, hay etapas que superar. ¡No olviden mirar bien antes de hacerlo! Fic participante en el Reto Interactivo I'm Sherlocked. M por el segundo capítulo.

John gets a strange text from Sherlock. Hilarity (And Lemon) ensues.

What began as Sherlock dealing with a particularly intense bout of boredom has bloomed into the makings of a touching love story full of angst, anger, regret, and heartache. (Meant to be a one-shot, but to hell with it! :P)

John fait face depuis quelques temps déjà à la disparition de son meilleur ami, Sherlock Holmes. Mais il découvrira qu'à Londres les morts ne le restent pas forcément pour longtemps. Certains pour le meilleur, d'autres pour le pire...

Irene Adler looks back on her childhood.

"I thought Sherlock was married to his work?" said John "He wasn't always like that." "What happened?" "A woman."

This story was inspired by the song "On Your Porch", by the Format. One morning, John Watson finds a curious letter sitting next to a bottle of vodka. What he reads may just have a greater impact than he could ever have imagined. *SET AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE REICHENBACH FALL"* Warning, there is use of alcohol in this story.

A woman has been murdered, and Molly Hooper has been enlisted to help find out why. Lots of dialogue and definitely Sherlock/Molly in later chapters. Please review!

Breathing was boring until John forgot to do it. Then Sherlock deemed it important. Ends with fluff.

A veces, las personas que más necesitamos, son las que están a nuestro lado pero no somos capaces de observarlo. Mormor para mi Tiger.

After Sherlock and John both survive life threatening accidents, they begin to notice their feelings for eachother arent what they thought. ((Much of this was inspired by several RPs and my lovely best friend who I'd be lost without. Maybe a few Doctor who referances here and there.))

When John thought about the day he walked back into Baker Street and saw Sherlock standing in the window with his violin tucked lovingly under his chin, bow raised as though ready to play, he thought of how he remembered the man's eyes being so much more blue where they now sat dull and grey and slightly lifeless as though he had seen too many things and was trying to forget.

Sherlock wants to surprise John by cooking him a meal, but things go slightly wrong and John ends up having to look after Sherlock...again. (very fluffy, tender kisses and the such) Enjoy.

Some Post-Reichenbach angst that I've had saved on my computer for so long that I'd forgotten about it. There's a bit at the end that references a part from the story "The Naval Treaty." I think my original intention was to write something with much less dialogue than usual, since that's usually what I bank my stories on. Something happier coming soon, god willing.

Crack!fic for my awesomely epic friend Coralline Slayer - go check out her fics, they're amazingly crazily great and enjoyable to read. Okay, so most of it has nothing to do with Anderson, or his Presidential Campaign. And it doesn't really make much sense. Oh well, it's the thought that counts...right?

Cadeau pour Lucy Poppins / John se réveille dans un monde où il n'a jamais rencontré Sherlock, et où il n'est rien d'autre qu'un vétéran alcoolique, maniaque et suicidaire. Il doit retrouver la réalité, quoiqu'il en coûte. SH/JW

Just another episode in the strange (love)life of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (Written in the "Eye of the Beholder" verse, but can be read as a standalone)

Sometimes it's easier telling your friends the truth, if you don't have to look them in the eyes. (I'm considering turning this into something longer. Let me know if you think it's a good idea.)

Molly has learned to prefer her own company. Mycroft believes that caring is not an advantage. Through a series of incidents, with Sherlock at the epicenter, they both discover how wrong they've been.

Aware of their fictional state, Sherlock and John discuss the current state of things.