Sherlock conceded with the fact that Irene was dead. What he didn't tell Joan was that he had been the one who killed her.

Drabbles autour de Joan et Sherlock.

"You always know it, Watson. If you didn't, it wouldn't be penance." Joan also was rarely conflicted about the decisions she made. Making them was not always a simple clear-cut process, but once it was done, she could usually move on without looking back. The times this was not the case tended to be spectacular failures, unfortunately.

Sherlock Holmes and Tobias Gregson met in London eleven years ago.

A story of the first 12 episodes, told in 100-word scenes. One per episode, with one bonus entry. I plan to continue, but sections 13-24 will be posted in a new entry at the end of the season and linked here. Posted in-progress starting 2013-01-20, completed 2013-01-25.

A bit of bloody fluff that drifted my way today, and I thought I would share. It's practically a drabble. But it's fun and I like it, and I hope you do too. Rated for language and violence.

Written for Elementary Monthly Prompts. Song Prompt: Nothing by The Script. Focused on right after Irene died. T for the references to drugs.

"He was better when he came out, but only for a little while. Everything that followed is typically what follows." Some things change; some remain the same. Set a few days after the end of 1x12 "M". Very likely to be made redundant once 1x13 is broadcast.

What if Sherlock had killed Moran? Just a little plot tribble that wouldn't leave me alone. Cross posted from AO3.

Joan finds a letter and realises something disturbing is going on. Irene is back in Sherlock's life, but in a way Joan never imagined. Written during the hiatus in season one so negated by later events but still - a bit of fun! Thanks to all my reviewers including guests whom I can't. reply to! Formatting issues in final chapter hence multiple updates, sorry.

Watson begins putting together the pieces of Holmes' past in London. A showdown with Moriarty. Finally complete with the addition of Chapter 12!

Part 2 of Dark and Deep, a series of related stand-alone stories. Watson wonders where to go from here. Set just after 1x12, "M". "I wasn't paid for my services, and therefore I answered to no one but myself."

He's always filled to bursting with things he doesn't say, even before Irene. But now that Watson is leaving, well – if she were half the investigator he believes she could be, then it may be for the best that it all goes unspoken anyway, to let her figure it out for herself. / spoilers for ep12, references to drug use and addiction.

Joan ponders the trash in the apartment. Written for Elementary Prompt Forum Jan. Drabble Prompt: Trash.

"I'm usually quite good with deductions." Vignette set at the very end of 1x11 "Dirty Laundry" [author's note: I keep picking at this, which clearly I posted before I was ready to let it go. Lesson learned. But I think it's really done now. or at least I am going to let it be.]

"Liking the answer doesn't factor in. In our line of work it mustn't." follows 1x11 "Dirty Laundry"

Joan Watson brings a "liason" home for the night, and it ends up coming to blows. Rating may be high for safety.

Joan and Sherlock must part ways. Joan will be assigned a new client and will no longer be Sherlock's sober companion. Sherlock has already chosen a sponsor. It is time to move on. It is time to let go.

Sherlock wants Joan's help with a case, but keeps disappearing. Friendship and mystery, hints of their possible romance.

Sherlock has a case at last, but has Joan's patience with him worn too thin? Friendship and mystery, hint of their possible romantic relationship.

" ...there was but one woman to him ... of dubious and questionable memory." He will never find her again, they both know that. She will be on the other side of the globe by now, revelling in his destruction.

A morning-after imagining. It happened, but who will recover quickest? My first post! Now updated to start the backstory...now 7 chapters and complete. Can Joan and Sherlock concentrate on solving the case?

Sherlock was staring at the opened boxes, where garland and strings of lights were pouring out of. Joan stood behind them, her arms folded casually across her chest.

Joan arrives back to some shocking news. But the situation can't be what it seems. She's sure of it. (Updated to fix some awful formatting not visible when doing this on my phone...)

A one-shot of Joan and Sherlock preparing for Christmas. Straight up fluff, mostly domestic life and weird banter. Friendship only; no romance. Story image by alienaristocrat on tumblr.