At the end of the day, all they have is each other. (Retirement!lock. Extreme fluff)

Post Season (Series) 2 Episode 3. Dr. John Watson gets an unexpected visitor who points out some observations that John himself might have missed.

A sequel to "A Holiday Abroad," the group returns to continue on the path which began in Italy, especially regarding Mycroft. Rated M, since I love the letter dearly. Established Sherlolly. John/Mary. And thanks to SammyKatz for inspiring much of what transpires.

This is a sequel to my story Dust to Dust. Ten years have passed, family can be hard sometimes, even those not related by blood. Rated T to be safe. Probably be two chapters. Please review (please be kind). Final chapter. this story is now complete.

Współlokatorem Sherlocka jest kobieta, życie na Baker Street od trzech miesięcy przypomina bardziej kolonię karną i nic nie jest w porządku. Absolutnie nic. Oboje przeżyli traumę i żadne z nich nie jest w stanie sobie z nią poradzić...

My attempt at a platonic post Reichenbach reunion story (sort of). I can't write these two without something verging on romance though because, even in the original stories, they're clearly in love.

In honor of eleven cast members of Sherlock BBC; Happy Birthday! -Rated T for implied hetero/homo sex- John, Mycroft, Moriarty, Anthea, Molly, Sally, Mrs. Hudson, Greg, Anderson, Sherlock, Irene. -implied Mystrade- *wink*

What really happened to John before Sherlock showed up at the pool?

An expansion of the scene at Sherlock's grave after the 'Reichenbach Fall' episode in season 2.

Follow the the adventures of Persephone, the girl that got left behind, how she found love, overcame adversity and found her family. MoriartyxOC. Sister story to 'Didn't Expect That' by naturerocs.

A fluff story about how Mycroft and Lestrade first met, how they became friends and then... more than friends MYSTRADE

A look into the relationship of Mycroft and Sherlock.

Sherlock is back from a visit to the dentist and John is doing his best to keep patient.

Mrs Hudson's granddaughter comes to live at 221B (I know she doesn't even have kids...). Could Sherlock fall in love with her? Will he be able to save her from something natural? Jim Moriarty has something to say about their relationship, so what will he do to help her? Sorry.. I can't write summaries.

Cute one-shot. Fluffy Johnlock. Sherlock is frightened of heights and he and John ride the London Eye :3

"And John would take the dreams of falling, take a hundred dreams of falling, as long as he never had to have another dream where he watched." John Watson can't stop thinking about falling. Post-Reichenbach.

Sherlock se montre distant et odieux avec tout son entourage depuis plusieurs semaines. Enfin, plus que d'habitude. Et John en a par-dessus la tête. Lorsqu'une scène de crime se transforme en scène de ménage et que John part en "claquant" la porte, cela peut amener à une situation inespérée...Venez lire...OS...JohnLock

In which John learns to pay attention when his flatmate is speaking to him! A 221B for laughs. Rated K

There were a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, a million feelings tearing through his body. - implied Johnlock

John est une fois encore kidnappé, Molly est plus futée qu'elle n'en a l'air et Sherlock se transforme, bien malgré lui, en baby-sitter. Inspirée de la nouvelle "La Ligue des Rouquins". GEN. TERMINEE.

Trzy lata po swoim "samobójstwie" Sherlock wrócił, by dowiedzieć się, że właściwie nie miał już do kogo - John nie był w stanie mu wybaczyć. Pięć lat później John otrzymuje telefon, który znów zmienia jego życie...

OS - Sherlock's gone a little bit too far with one of his experiments. John does not approve. Also, his lunch is missing.

Ficrequest from Tumblr. Sherlock agrees on John doing what he wants with Sherlock for one time. What will happen? Rated M for blowjobs and all that goodness. Dominant!John.

A fanfiction for the new Sherlock quote "The thrill of the chase - the blood pumping through your veins. Just the two of us against the rest of the world." . Rated M for character death.

I open the door and I am welcomed by the soft darkness just before midnight; I walked alone for so long without knowing that I was never really alone.