Molly Hooper throws Sherlock Holmes a birthday party with the help of Lestrade, John, Mrs. Hudson and an unwilling Anderson. Fluff ensues.

It wasn't the beginning. It was only the end. Post-Reichenbach, Post-Reunion, aka, back to their normal selves.

Tres años. Tres malditos años derramando lágrimas, gritándole a la nada, esperando cualquier señal que me guiase a la idea de tu existencia aún vigente... Y ahora vienes a mi como un espectro que tan solo viene a torturar mi mente como todas aquellas noches de soliloquios eternos y añoranza llena de rijo inmensurable, tomando un papel etéreo en mi lecho. Johnlock one shot.

Sherlock is burn, John is broken and the 'woman' approaches.

John never knew how much he made Sherlock smile.

John has gone where Sherlock can't reach him, so Mycroft offers him some advice.

Sherlock Holmes knows his feelings for his flatmate John but Does John know his own feelings for Sherlock. Will Sherlock finally have someone to call his own or is he just destined to be alone.

But after Afghanistan, where he heard the heart beats of good men fade away into the hot air, he was glad for the absence of the sound. He needed the silence. JohnLock. Magical Realism AU.

Written for the H/C bingo prompt: hallucinations. Sherlock sees terrible things, and knows they're not real, but can't make them stop.

The morning after, Sherlock isn't so sure that it was all such a good idea.

Metal on metal, Sherlock didn't only hear but feel the steady movement of the train. It was relaxing, calm, peaceful and so incredibly dull. He was waiting. Waiting for someone who wouldn't return. Not anymore.

Sherlock y John se ven atrapados en un sueño que de momento parecía interminable. Slash - SHxJW

Sherlock is becoming a houseplant. John takes things into his own hands. More drabbles, for Beth. About half an hour. Mostly fluff/arguing. Not explicit but slashy.

Between the cases that made their name, there were the moments that made them a family. Bits and pieces from the first five years of cohabitation on Baker Street.

(Dividido en dos parte) Greg es un aficionado de corazón a la saga de George Lucas -Star Wars-, por lo que le pide a Mycroft que lo acompañe a una convención... Greg lleva su traje de Anakin Skywalker... Mycroft de... Feliz cumpleaños Momo

Immediately post Reichenbach, John walks home from the hospital. He meets an unexpected friend. Alphabet Style Oneshot.

Random free form (mostly) poems about Sherlock and John. Posted as they happen in my head. Some angst.

Sherlock was dead and john couldn't take it. but what if he wasn't? *please review! if i get good reviews I'll write an epilogue*

The cell phone was heavy in his hand, and John stared at it, eyes wide. 1 NEW MESSAGE. John clicked it and nearly dropped the phone as though it had burned him. One word that brought back a lifetime of laughing and arguing, adventures that poured into his memory as the message traveled to him from beyond the grave. JOHN? -SH It seems that falling was just the beginning.

The world didn't stop just because Sherlock did so John keeps going, living his life one day at a time. Post-Reichenbach Fall

Sherlock has an insatiable craving for the golden good stuff. Written for Beth in about 50 minutes, smutty, slashy, fluffy. One-shot.

Post-Reichenbach. Mycroft has trouble sleeping, thoughts of his lost brother keeping him awake. Until his partner helps, of course.

Moriarty is dead. Isn't he? Investigating a suspicious death in a London suburb, Sherlock and John run into a certain Mr. Moran. Post-Reichenbach. MorMor.

"Did you know that a man will die if he loses five pints of blood?" A chilling story for Halloween.

DemonJohn DemonIrene Irene and John text one another after their first meeting only to be interrupted by someone who finally realized what was happening with the real John Watson and Irene Adler. Slight JohnxIrene