Drabble. Sherlock proves in his head that he cares. For people. Even the simple-minded ones.

"No, Sherlock, I wasn't sat in 221B for three years eating jam and haunting the rooftop of St. Bart's. Who the **** d'you think I am, mate?" Sherlock returns after 3 years: so much the same, and so much has changed. T for language. Reichenbach spoilers.

First attempt at a Sherlock fic. Moriarty is bored and calls Sebastian. I wrote this more as an insight of how I picture Sebastian. MorMor.

Sherlock disparu, John se lance à sa recherche. Il découvrira alors trois choses: que l'enjeu réel de cette histoire dépasse l'entendement, que le danger peut provenir de son propre camp et que sa relation avec le détective n'est pas celle qu'il imaginait

"Yeah," John felt no threat. He sank back down into his chair, "Sherlock Holmes, you have a 'thing'." Apparently I am back to writing little Sherlock somethings...hope you enjoy.

When Sherlock has to visit 221B after his fall from St Bart's, what does he find? Will both Sherlock and John find something worth fighting for?

In which Sherlock is fascinated by John's injury

Mondays were tiresome. Tuesdays were horrendous. Wednesdays were unbearable. Thursdays were detestable. Fridays hurt his head. Saturdays were depressing. Sundays were maddening. But this Monday morning he couldn't take it anymore. John after Sherlock...

It's been snowing in London and Sherlock feels confined and bored. John tries to help with the boredom. Just light fluffiness and all round sweetness ; Sherlock x John

The night before The Fall, Lestrade finds himself in a Reincarnation!AU where shadows think they're dragons, London thinks its Camelot, and Lestrade thinks he's losing his mind. Featuring poetry by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Spoilers for Reichenbach!

**Post-Reichenbach Fall! John goes about his days. Work. Sleep. Breathe. He hates that.

John ne supporte plus Sherlock. Mais une conversation avec Mycroft lui apprendra plus sur le détective qu'il n'en avait jamais su. OS.

Jim is ready to head off to finish the fall when Sebastian Moran submits the final list of those who will be shot if Sherlock doesn't cooperate, only one of the four doesn't sit well with the Consulting Criminal. The final moments before Reichenbach.

Kyla-Muirne thought Sherlock as the most arrogant, ignorant self-abosirbed person she'd met- but he intrigued her and was determined to unravel his mystery. But will Sherock Let her? Sucky summary.Will be rated M eventually. Sherlock/OC

Rage: Noun: Violent, uncontrollable anger. Verb:Feel or express violent uncontrollable anger. And then there is Sherlock's rage upon finding that the American's hurt Ms Hudson. And its something infinite and unstoppable.

S2 SPOILERS! Sherlock and Mycroft have screwed each other more times than they can count. After Sherlock "dies," they reflect on this fact. No incest. No slash

Sherlock realises his feelings for John but is too scared to tell him. Sherlock/John. Set before SiB but after TGG.

"You've made me addicted to you John, how do you think I coped?" My take on John and Sherlock's reunion moment after the Fall.

Just tring to explain the I.O.U.s that appear in TRF. SPOILERS! . Really short one-shot. Just drabble. Sherlock/John friendship and a little bit of Sherlock/Molly

A first attempt at a song-linked fic. One-shot, short but not drabble. Just friends. Post-Reichenbach

Sherlock is staring at him, eyes iced over. The man at the end of the road is grinning, a shadow in the shape of a man with its mouth stretched wide, almost comical but not quite enough past horrifying. Sherlock turns away from John.

In which John sort of forces Sherlock to go on a blind date night at Bart's. Contains paparazzi, an evil John, insults, bets, chases and some kisses. Very much Mollock, a little Johnlock If you wish really hard .

Post-Reichenbach, John blogs through it.

"Sherlock! I'm trying to take a bath!" John/Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes und Dr. John Watson haben mal wieder einige Rätsel zu lösen. Mysteriöse E-Mails, merkwürdige Anrufe und da wären ja auch noch ungeahnte Gefühle...