A case left unsolved. A serial killer still on the loose. A detective who takes this as a challenge. A blogger/army-doctor who is dragged along. A teenage girl who seems to just be a magnet for trouble. There are deaths and there are clues, but in the end, what's left are the eyes that watch us. Noooo slash. First fic. T for violence later on. On hiatus for now.

After a long days work John returns home to an unexpected night filled with with Surprises all planned by The Worlds only Consulting detective ... Rating T just to be safe :) Johnlock fluff Also I own nothing !

Two years after Sherlock's faked death, he enters 221B Baker St. to see the man who grieved for him.

(JIMLOCK). Cela fait un mois que les rues de Londres sont calmes. Sherlock doit supporté le mauvais caractère de John qui a quitté Sarah, et les jeux de Moriaty commencent à lui manquer, ou ne serait-ce pas plutot Jim qui lui manque ? Tout va changer quand Moriarty va lui proposer un jeu et imposer de nouvelles règles... Rating M. LEMON.

It was the worst Thanksgiving John Watson had ever experienced (just pretend the brits celebrate Thanksgiving for this one)- until it became the best. Beautiful Johnlock fluffiness. My first fic ever!

The doctor looked at the words that he had written down without knowing. Hanging, Stanger, Seem, Rope, Run, words like those. John sighed and rubbed his eyes knowing where this would go next. Listen to this as you're reading please :) /watch?v D6obWMIV uE Thank you and please leave a review

A philosophical discussion on belief, from John's POV after the Fall.

In a world where the dead roam the land of the living, John and Sherlock are everything to each other- all they have left from a time past. They travel, never stopping, just trying to stay alive. But what happens when ghosts from their pasts arrive, telling them that there may be a cure for this madness? Johnlock, Mystrade, and a crappy summary. T for violence

Sherlock is still gone, and John doesn't want to take this anymore. There's one thing left to do. Why not now? WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

John Watson is on his own without Sherlock. All alone. Ever since Sherlock fell, he hasn't been the same. And that hurts him more than any injury he has ever known. Part 1 in a series.

Another classic Sherlock mystery, this time with a twist. My interpretation of Sherlock during his university days...

When you turn five, you choose either a lock or key. John choose a navy blue key.

It was Greg who pointed out, very sensibly, that John didn't have to take Sherlock back. Vignette, set post-hiatus, no slash.

"Tell me again why I'm doing this Sherlock?" "It's for a case John, I told you..." Sherlock gets permission to experiment on John on the pretext of solving a case, although the results aren't quite what either of them expected! Eventual Johnlock, with some fun hiccups along the way.

Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Sally Donovan and Anderson get together to play Cluedo... It doesn't end well.

He never suspected John actually settling down. Maybe Sherlock wouldn't have been so hurt by this. However that faithful day on the roof top changed things. Made him realize some truths that he had perhaps always known but refused to acknowledge. He cared for John far more deeply than he was willing to admit, and wasn't so sociopathic as he claimed. first fic. Will be M later

Meeting Sherlock brought him out of a nightmare. Losing Sherlock sends him spiraling into another one. John Watson used to dream of the war. Now he only wishes he could, for his dreams have turned into nothing but rooftops, phone calls, sidewalks, and blood.

Greg discovers his wife is cheating. Yet another prequel to "Meeting the Family." Directly precedes "Slow and Steady"

A short story about a heart made of stone. Or is it? One-shot.

A fan fict with an extra character.

Mycroft watches Sherlock lose his mind and knows that all his own power can't save his little brother from himself and the fictional Moriarty. Sherlock was always an odd child playing with dead things. References to The Great Game and A Study in Pink. Warning: Attempted Suicide.

Sherlock doesn't get sentimental. He doesn't suffer from emotions: he's been reliably informed that he doesn't have a heart, and for good reason. Except… we all know that isn't quite true; especially when it comes to John. (No slash.)

It's been a year since The Fall, and John knows there's still something he needs to say. Properly.

Kid!lock AU filled prompt from tumblr. benedictcumbergasm: "I need a kid lock fic where the Holmes go to Disneyland and Sherlock rides the pirates ride. Sherlock is super excited and drags mycroft on but keeps making jabs saying mycroft is too fat to ride and will sink the boat." [sic] Your wish is my command, darling. Everyone enjoy!

Sherlock et Anderson traînent une longue histoire d'antipathie derrière eux. Mais... Et si jamais l'un des deux jouait la comédie ? Et si Anderson avait toujours fait semblant de le haïr pour mieux cacher l'embarras de la fascination que Sherlock exerce sur lui ? Qu'est-il devenu, maintenant que Sherlock est mort... en partie à cause de lui ? (Inspiré par le trailer de samedi.)