*Set after season 2 finale.* Sherlock experiences a problem: is brain doesn't work properly and he looks for help (even though he doesn't admit it). The therapist tells him his problem lies in the fact he feels sad, guilt and angry for having lied to John.

For once, the harsh, accusing eyes burning into him aren't Sherlock's. Mycroft meets them; he's nothing if not coldly diplomatic, but remorse floats just below the surface of his gaze. "Do you know what you've done?"

Sherlock returns home all injured and shaking. John urges the detective to tell him what happened. (Warning: dark themes)

Mycroft Holmes started life as all robots did; in a factory as shining metal parts, cogs, and unconnected wires. But as the years pass he finds himself becoming more and more human. He learns what it feels like to be in love, and he witnesses death and sorrow. Mystrade pairing fic.

My take on what happened after Sherlock saved Irene from execution. NOT Irene/Sherlock. John/Sherlock pre-slash.

John wakes up, but not in his bed like he expected. Face pressed to the dusty floor he remembers the case and ever so slowly he questions himself. Where's Sherlock? Blood, injuries, near death experiences.

After the fall, Sherlock struggled with dealing with his emotions. This is the story of how Toby the cat helped him open up and Molly Hooper held him until he could sleep for the first time in a week.—Part of the One-a-Day Challenge

Written for a prompt requesting John with early onset dementia, and how both he and Sherlock react to it. Especially when John becomes someone less than himself, which is heartbreaking to watch. Rated for language and feels. 7 chapters.

It wasn't as if what Donavan had told him wasn't true... In fact, it was too true.

Post Reichenbach. An injured Sherlock has to stay at Molly's before he can attempt to bring down Moriarty's ring. Throughout his stay they find their relationship changing. Is it for the better? And how will they handle it when it is time for him to leave?

John's flat mate may insist that John only saw, but didn't observe. But he was wrong. John may have been inebriated, but he wasn't stupid. He had followed a black wall to a black room. The sounds emerging were distinct. He was in a gay club. You hear about those things. What John couldn't explain, though, was why he entered the dark room. Or: John and Sherlock in a dark room

Oneshot. When a clue leads Sherlock into a park in London at rush hour he suffers from information overload. (My first story please read and review!)

Upon waking to the stinging freeze of ice cubes attached to his body hair, John Watson meets a strange man with a surgical mask and a head of black curls. Along with the outrageous setting, John is vaguely aware one of his kidneys are missing.

Sherlock is ripping at the seams with boredom, after London seems to take a break from crime when it starts to snow. Molly knows how to handle her husband's mind numbing boredom, with a bit of exhilaration.

Not knowing the extent of the damage done after he returns from the dead, Sherlock gets help from our favorite pathologist after something happens in the morgue to his beloved John.

Sherlock is more offended over the colleague comment than anyone knows. John is oblivious, as usual. When Sherlock feels that the only way out is the one way that will hurt him the most, will John be able to save him in time? And can things ever return to normal between them? Johnlock, possible Mystrade WARNING; self-harm, depression, and a large amount of angst.

You're desperate for money, and a strange advert in a London newspaper catches your eye.

Sherlock finds out Hamish has been admitted to hospital and goes to see him, but it's been 3 years and John is furious and lays all the blame for how Hamish is on Sherlock. Hamish hasn't been eating properly since his dad left, he just wanted to be with him again. Sherlock thinks it will be just like the old days back at 221B but it's not and he can't understand why.

(Or "How Sherlock Decided to Call Himself a High-Functioning Sociopath") At first Sherlock wasn't sure why he felt so different, but when classified as "gifted" he found that it was a simpler matter to explain a great deal of his troubles. He wasn't altogether pleased by the answers he received. Kidlock! Giftedlock! Possibly mentions of E2/Asperger's!lock.

Sherlock eats old lunch meat, it's up to John to nurse him back to health. Im sorry if it's a bit... meh.. this is my first official Fanfic

Moriarty watches Sherlock's altercation with the gunman during "The Blind Banker," and decides he's picked a worthy adversary. MorMor if you squint. Just Jim being Jim.

Teen!lock, where Molly gets a bloody nose, and Sherlock doesn't handle it with his usual fineness.

John has had a long day at the surgery.

But he was always watching his step; it was like he was walking a tightrope high above the city and if he put even a foot wrong he'd go tumbling down into the traffic below. The falling metaphor made him think of 'the fall' so he stopped that train of thought and instead picked up his pipette full of hydrochloric acid.

Another way it might have begun, if you call this beginning. I wanted something light and happy. I guarantee there is no evil spirit in the tarn. MY word-count was 221; 's may vary.