Before Sherlock had met John, he had tried to kill himself. He had, of course, failed, but how and why?

John sighs. "I don't know why, sometimes people just get SAD, Sherlock. They just—they feel things, for no reason at all than that they feel them, do you understand?"

John *will* be blogging about this. Written for sherlock flashfic The Case of the Lost Hour. Beta'ed by onedergirl29.

Sherlock's up to his eyeballs in a new case, but this time he has to solve it without John. Instead, he has to deal with a stubborn yet clever new sidekick whose name he can't seem to figure out...No romance!

Everyone is noticing a growing relationship, a couple budding very much openly. They observe the negatives and positives of the relationship. T for mild language.

Sherlock can't stand the thought of someone else touching John. John is HIS, after all. How far will Sherlock go to prove that? Rated Mature for explicit adult content and language. A little dark. Major spoilers for TGG.

When John Watson received some horrible news, the only person anyone thought to call was Sherlock. But, being a sociopath, could Sherlock deal with the situation and help John grieve? Rated only for swearing to be safe.

Martha Hudson had always wanted children. Gen, no ships.

Sherlock/OFC, Sherlock/Sebastian, Sherlock/John. Genderqueer Sherlock. "You were born Sheridan Olivia Holmes. Your family called you Sheryl. You didn't like those names but it didn't occur to you to switch to anything else. Not yet."

Of course had Jim Moriarty survived his own bomb. And now he had a meeting with his most important person. The only man that had caught him for real. Slash!

Fear, anger, pain - these are the darkest times. From nightmares to gunshots, arguments to deaths, these are the instances in which Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are left to wonder: will they make it out alive? - *Please read A/N*

Jealousy is a two-way street. Of course, one like Sherlock Holmes would never admit it. As far as he's concerned, 'Holmeses DON'T get jealous' but... well, we'll see about that. And what better thing to be jealous of than John?

...Only to Fall Victim to One Anyway. John/Sherlock. In retrospect, he really shouldn't be surprised that they see each other naked long before they kiss. Everything with Sherlock is backwards or topsy-turvy, never following the set patterns.

As the title says, second one-shot. Moffat/Gattis-verse with a couple of OCs thrown in for fun

Mycroft/Anderson, slash. Spotting a spouse's gender was never Sherlock's forte...

John doit absolument aller à une réunion de son ancien corps militaire et Gabriel va apprendre des trucs sur lui...

After TGG, Sherlock attempts to both reconcile his friendship with John and possibly, hopefully, move into a deeper relationship as well. *This is my first fic ever and it's still a WIP. Also, this fic is based on the song "The Writer" by Ellie Goulding.

John tries to keep Sherlock from shooting the walls again. Sherlock ends up addicted to a certain online game, and it ends up being the best the thing that's ever happened to both of them... wait, what? SH/JW slash!

Sherlock and John get caught up in an explosive investigation very close to home. John/Sherlock established relationship. Sequel to "Personal Information".

Jim would take anything. Orders, pain, guilt... In which James Moriarty is not what he seems. Mild Jim/Seb.

Holmes and Watson are exhausted after a case, and settle down to do one of the mundane activites they both enjoy. A little bit of slashy fluff. Rated for a couple of swears.

Written for a prompt on the BBC Sherlock Kink Meme : "Sherlock makes mixtapes. For everyone." John learns a lesson about dealing with Sherlock's late-night violin torture...the embarrassing way. No slash, mild language. Reviews most welcome!

John/Sherlock. Excerpt: The moon having departed from the sky view ages ago, Sherlock's skin was left to be solely illuminated by pale streetlights; London was too polluted to have stars.

It was all fun and games until the explosion happened there. After that... well, everything just fell to pieces. Eventual Jim/John. Motson? Wariarty?

John Watson could write odes to that neck, had John Watson been the ode-writing kind of man. Sherlock/John