Sherlock seems to have met his match when he runs into an experienced antiquities thief who is all but a bit rusty. Feedback is always welcome and might encourage me to continue.

The fanfiction takes place in the Reichenbach Falls episode and it's from Sherlock's point of view. It revolves around how Sherlock feels for John during what was thought to be his final moments.

He's pretty sure this is not what Sally had in mind. That didn't make it a bad idea though.

Redbeard, for the majority of his life, had been Sherlock's closest and most cherished companion.

Because I made a prompt on tumblr and then decided I was better off writing a small ficlet. Sherlock likes to point out the weakness of other people's feelings, but he got caught up in them as well. Johnlock.

John knew he was freak. Everyone who came into contact with him knew he was a freak. Most knew what their secondary gender was by the time they were at least eighteen, 13 the earliest. Not John. He never presented.

sherlock texts john and doesnt get an answer, he begins to panick...

John and Sherlock, now married to each other, find an endearing, neglected orphan while they are on a case. Parentlock fluff. Complete.

Hamish wants something, John refuses, Sherlock gives in. Johnlock, fluff.

John won't wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient. Johnlockish.

Contrary to popular belief, John is not an easy man to live with. After a child's corpse and a few careless words drive him from 221b, it's Sherlock's job to chase his partner down and bring him back home. Johnlock. First Kiss. First Time.

Based on the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. Sherlock Holmes is nine years old, and is being abused by his parents, he meets John Watson, a boy of the same age, at school and they soon become the best of friends. They are both too young to really understand what is happening, but the abuse escalates, so what happens to Sherlock? WARNING: Contains non-graphic child abuse.

翻译自www .fanfiction. net/s/10175862/1/Vain-Head-and-Double-Heart 约翰·华生有一个问题：他还没遇到他的灵魂伴侣。这还不算，他的计时器连动都没动过。他还发现自己不知怎的陷入了对疯狂室友的深爱之中。同时，感情迟钝的夏洛克正专注于破一个案子。 爱之时设定（"如果有一个表可以将那一刻倒数…"）和灵魂伴侣AU，有一些破案剧情。语言分级为T。

Little pieces of Johnlock and Mystrade for all the lovely people.

Post-TRF. Quelques jours ont passé. Ou des mois. Ou un an. John ne sait plus très bien. Mais il faut continuer à avancer, même sans Sherlock, même dans le brouillard. Parce que la vie continue, et que c'est comme ça.

*TSOT Spoilers* (post-Compositional Difficulties, pre-Pervasive Quietness) "I mean, who leaves a wedding early? So sad." - Mrs Hudson

In a world ruled by the elite werewolf upper class, Sherlock Holmes abducts John Watson and takes him as a mate. However there are others interested in John as well.

Sherlock and john travel to the past and need to find a way back. (better than it sounds)

Moriarty is never one to give up dominance and neither is Sebrina Moran. Moriarty always takes what he wants and what he wants right now is Sebrina. Smutty oneshot with a female Moran. I was bored, don't judge. Yeah, I know, bad summary. Wasn't sure what to put.

John wakes up one morning to find that Mary has left. He moves back in with Sherlock and tries to get his life back on track, feeling less than devastated. Eventual Johnlock.

She feels safe there.

The more time they spent not talking about it, the more comfortable John felt about this whole shagging his mad flatmate thing. Johnlock.

Something's wrong, someone's dying, and everyone from Sherlock to Mycroft is having trouble accepting that a member of the team might not survive very long.

It's been two years after Sherlock showed up after faking his own death when he gets a text from who seems to be Moriarty. Sherlock, John and the police force are astounded and they have no clue what to do about this situation. This is my first Sherlock fic. I've mostly been writing this at night time when I'm half asleep so I hope this is good. Please review.

"It's set in stone, you can't leave, your chair is here, look, that one, right there. And that coffee mug? Yours too. You can't possibly think I'm going to proceed to be here, alone. No John, no, not with my blogger."