John can easily carry and lift a sleeping Sherlock, carrying him upstairs and then at a crime scene, but Sherlock has to have help from Greg to lift John. For Sherlock1110 for getting me through the last year of absolute insanity. Also for a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

A series of short little vignettes detailing the things Sherlock loves about John.

There is always a first for everything and this is my humble version of the many firsts encountered by Mycroft Holmes and Molly Hooper together *Mollcroft & Not Beta Read*

Sherlock Holmes llevaba una vida relativamente normal. Cualquiera pensaría que se convertiría en un científico o un filosófo gracias a su increíble mente. Pero la llegada de un extraño circo a Londres aviva su curiosidad y decide ir, sin saber que con ello cambiaría su vida para siempre. El cirquero le tendió un boleto. "Bienvenido al asombroso Cirque du Freak" (Puede tener Angst)

Quick little One-shot Sherlolly

Long one-shot, post TAB. A slip of the tongue reveals how John never quite let go of his anger about the Fall and the involvement of a certain pathologist as opposed to him. Will John finally be able to forgive in order to be forgiven? Sherlolly & Warstan.

Sherlock is perched on the ledge. Lazarus is ready. Something goes horribly wrong. The wrong man ends up taking the fall. Nothing is as it seems. *A Reichenbach Conspiracy*

After his recent return to London, the famous detective Sherlock Holmes has graciously made available an autobiographical account of his past crime-solving activities, in order for our teams to better understand and assist him in his work. A happy coincidence provided us with an unedited first draft of this record by the man himself, which we present here in its entirety.

semiotics: ˌsiːmɪˈɒtɪks,ˌsɛmɪ- noun. The study of signs and symbols and their use or meaning. Sherlock. Molly. A new equation and so much want... He doesn't know what's happening to him. Fluff, slow build. Enjoy!

Mis manos, que tocaron cada parte de su ser, fueron el instrumento para la peor de mis locuras. Estaba mal, sigue siendo incorrecto. Pero no me importa. El mundo me dice que lo que siento por Gregory es insano; no necesitan decírmelo, sé que lo es. Y no me interesa.

Will what happened in the morgue, stay in the morgue? Brash Victorian Sherlolly fluff.

Sherlock Holmes, Hunter for the Moriarty Clan, is sent to bring back a runaway slave to hand over to Lord James for punishment. But when she asks him why he looks sad when he thinks no one is looking, he realizes there's something more to her than meets the eye.

Blood is so red, tears may be blue, Sherlock is dead, John wants to be too. /Poems/

It's John's Birthday, and Sherlock has a special surprise planned... Just a short little Sherlock fan-ficlit. Request by Anonymous. Read any further and Johnlock ensues, rated PG, ONESHOT, obvious slash. Enjoy!

This is a dark story about Sherlock's obsession with John and his fear of losing him and himself, again.

Sherlock always wanted a dog. Will his parents buy one for him someday?

Seven one-shots showing how the seven people who all mattered the most to one Sherlock Holmes had to deal with a sudden, unwanted silence in their own unique way. Seven oneshots that do not need to be read together, and are best served warm, with a topping of angst and a cup of quietness.

Sherlock happens to come across a game called 'Zork' and proceeds to play it. The only reason it's sorted into angst is because this game is really a pain in the butt. Shot-one

Sherlock reads a rather sad letter, finding out a shocking truth. Dedicated to... oh, I'll leave you to your deductions. This was something I needed off of my chest.

Traduction – Après la Chute, Sherlock commence à écrire des SMS à John. Bien sûr, il ne les envoie jamais… Jusqu'au moment où il le fait par accident. Fic post-Reichenbach sans angst.

Moriarty never came to save Sherlock from the plane. Two months after last seeing his friend, John meets Mycroft and is told a horrifying revelation as John realizes the delusions of sentiment.

Sherlock and John haven't been apart since they were married. So when John goes away for a week, Sherlock has trouble remembering how to live without him.

Une peur et des questions. Mystrade.

Sherlock, sociopathe assumé, se retrouve seul face à un problème. Un problème blond, d'environ soixante-dix centimètres de haut... UR.

All John Watson had wanted that day was a cup of hot tea. Just a small cuppa. Instead he got a string of murders, each one bloodier than the last, and here's the kick. The victim's faces had all been carved off. That explains Sherlock's skyrocketing dopamine levels and the depletion of nicotine patches in 221B Baker Street.