Mycroft looks back at his brothers and wonders where it all went wrong based on the poem Brothers by Andrew Forster (this is a sad one) trigger warning: mentions of (unsuccessful) suicide

Sheriarty oneshot.

A short, cracky drabble I wrote from the suggestion of tumblr user immathrowabrickatyou. Mycroft x Cake

John no tiene citas, casi no se da ni cuenta cuando una chica tontea con él, algo le pasa y parece ser el último en darse cuenta.

Fluff. Friendship. Funny. Won't be too long a story...and it has been done...but I felt inspired to have Mary (once more) play matchmaker with a more tender Sherlock and a more sassy Molly.

In which John got sectioned after he came back from Afghanistan, Sherlock may or may not be undercover (otherwise delusional), Molly has to deal with them all, and John would like to go home. AU. Written for a prompt. 14 chapters.

Sherlock AU: Sherlock is a Timelord. He doesn't realize it, but Sherlock has everything he's ever wanted in life. Multiple interesting murders, a number of people that consider him their "friend," and a trusty flat mate that would go with him wherever he goes. But what if he has to set this all aside for the life he had in the first place?

What if it was Sherlock ringing that door-bell at the end of the mini-episode, Many Happy Returns...? (Johnlock, fluff). Written to fill a prompt by bluebellglowinginthedark on Tumblr.

A one-shot, prompt-fill. Sherlock enlists the help of Molly to help with a little roadblock when it comes to minding little Sophie Watson. However, it is the little girl who truly helps the detective instead, giving him a very important epiphany.

"Tres años después de la muerte de su mejor amigo John no ha dicho una palabra, no ha salido más de 12 veces de su pequeño departamento descolorido y no se ha encontrado con ninguno de sus, así llamados, amigos."

After watching his best friend jump off a building John Watson begins to spiral down into depression. His world is growing dark and as each day passes he looks at his gun wondering if today will be the day. He doesn't want to be saved, but that won't stop everyone from trying. Can he be saved? Or will he be swallowed by the darkness?

Mycroft was right; he missed the battlefield. His lust for it was immense to the point of taunting him in his dreams. His nerves buzzed with adrenaline. He could use another cuppa. ONE-SHOT

"He's addicted to his own brilliance. It is, after all, all he has." Pre-series, Sherlock introspection. Just a little thought I had. Rating for hints of drug themes.

A one-shot about Sherlock and his drug habit and why he needs Moriarty.

Have you ever wondered why Sherlock cannot remember Greg's name? John does and he wants to find out. I do not own any of the characters in this story. That honor belongs to Mr. Moffat and Mr. Gatiss. This is my first time publishing. Please keep that in mind. Sherlolly.

What would have happened if Mycroft had gone into Sherlock's room when on the hunt for drugs rather than listening to Sherlock and leaving the door shut? Takes place during HLV. Sherlock/Janine. Rated K because I'm paranoid. :P

AU for the Christmas scene in "A Scandal in Belgravia" just cause I was in the mood. Jollock, Sherlock/Molly/John polyamory.

Who says Sherlock is asexual? He just chooses the the partner, time and place Rated M for mature sexual content

It's a new world, one that will be harder to destroy. Not because it is indestructible, nor because there won't be challenges – oh, there will be (John wouldn't have it any other way) – but because this time John knows, as does Sherlock, that, if handled with care, they allow each other to thrive. They aren't each other's doom. They are each other's greenhouse effect.

The Magnussen incident had turned Sherlock into a different man, for better or for worse – Mycroft hoped and prayed it was for the better. - A companion piece to To A Child Dancing In The Wind and The Fiddler of Dooney. The title is a reference to the namesake poem by William Butler Yeats.

Sherlock contemplates life and death, all alone in his flat, with a needle by his side. She finds him and they talk as he drifts into oblivion. There's nothing like a dash of coffee in your whiskey. (Trigger warnings) oneshot.

When John's sister calls him and admits that she needs help, himself and his wife are torn away from 'everyday life' with their baby and of course, Sherlock. Well, that's when John phones Abigail, a babysitter with a cat and nothing better to do with her summer than to look after an adult man and his best friend's child. It's bound to end in disaster.

Sherlock's 16-year old daughter had fallen in love – with his archenemy! Story takes place after season one - Rating will change with time :)

When Sherlock finds out he wonders how on Earth he missed it, how John managed to hide the fact that he could do this. Still...it is beautiful, and Sherlock responds in kind. (Oneshot inspired by a pic on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy.)

"So they didn't have it put down, then – the dog." "Obviously. Suppose they just couldn't bring themselves to do it." "I see." "No you don't." "No, I don't. Sentiment?" "Sentiment." Sherlock lied - he comprehends entirely. Set during "Hounds."