Hecho para el Reto: Una imagen vale más que mil palabras… Del foro: I'm Sherlocked Como siempre, emulando lo cotidiano y jugando con las posibilidades. POV John.

John dreams night after night. Drabble

'I don't count' Who knew those three little words would pull such a reaction from him? Waiting to tell Molly his plan...those three words occupied his thoughts. Small bit pre The Reichenbach Fall, small spoiler? No flames.

A songfic about John after the Fall. He talks about life post Sherlock and buys a radio. Quite depressing really. The song is The Truth by PNAU you should listen to it! Warning: Rated T for Suicide things I'm not very good at this summery stuff, if you couldn't tell

Implied Johnlock, Suicide, pure angst. Inspired by a post made by coeykuhn. Post-Richenbatch

Sherlock's mind palace exists through connections. There's only one room that's not connected to anything. Sherlock, Post-Reunion.

Post-reichenbach. John visits Sherlock's grave and has a heart to heart with a stranger, and it leads to more. more than minor slash. Johnlock.

Post-reunion. John, in coming to terms with Sherlock's affection for him, collects memories. But unlike his flatmate, John doesn't have a Mind Palace. He remembers things the way most people do, in fits and spurts. To him, chunks of time are taken in and recorded by his senses: smells, visions, tastes, touches. And always... always... he remembers Sherlock. Slash, Johnlock

The sins of the father will be visited upon the son a thousand times. Molly Hooper carries a secret deep within her womb that could change the lines of fate forever. Only she can choose now which path to take. Includes Molliarty, Sherlolly, Johnlock...and a few mystery pairings.

Set between the end of The Great Game/beginning of Scandal in Belgravia and the rest of Scandal. Sherlock becomes obsessed with finding out what Moriarty's threats mean. Some drug use, profanity, and innuendo.

A fanfic I was creating on Omegle with a Stranger. Jochnlock : Give me your ideasand together we might continue?

Sleepwalking Sherlock results in a rather distressed John. Shamelessly fluffy Sherlock/John.

When Jim Moriarty forces Sherlock to jump from the roof of St. Bart's, the consulting detective does not survive the fall, and finds himself caught somewhere between the world of the living and the world of the dead, unable to pass on. -Character death, happy-ish ending.-

John Watson is not gay. He just isn't. And Sherlock Holmes knows it. Of course. Platonic? Why would you ask? Just friends? What else is there to be? Does Sherlock care what John thinks about it? Yeah right. This is how The Detective solves The Doctor, and The Doctor fixes The Detective.

John is tricked into dressing up for a masquerade ball by Mycroft. But who is the Scarlet Pimpernel and why does he illicit such a response in him? Slash

From a tumblr prompt: Sherlock keeps bringing Molly coffee in an attempt to, well, he doesn't know what he's doing. Let's hope he figures it out. Beta'd by thinkswithpen & as usual, these are other people's inventions and I'm just playing with them. Cover imaged designed by theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes with many thanks.

John gets a puppy. Harry watches John's puppy while he goes on a date. The puppy runs away. Sherlock finds the puppy and... thinks it's cute. Too cute, in fact, to simply dump out on the streets. So Sherlock takes the case of finding the puppy's owner because of course he can tell the puppy belongs to someone and our story begins... FLUFF!

Love and all the advantages, disadvantages and everything in between.

A quiet evening in 221B: John learns something unexpected about Sherlock, leaving him preoccupied with certain questions. Sherlock however wouldn't be Sherlock if he didn't know how to deduce. Right? It's probably a good thing they can't read minds.

He's always been the one standing in the back, the ordinary guy. That doesn't mean he never helps something extraordinary to happen, though. Like he did with the introduction of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. Mike Stamford, Post-Reichenbach.

Fishing is a childish pursuit that Sherlock had abandoned long ago. Now, standing on a riverbank, he realises that there may be more to the sport than chill mornings and dubious bragging rights. A post-return story.

Jim really does want Sherlock to back off. He shares a meal with Sherlock in order to make himself perfectly clear.

"I thought you were back, like years ago." "Well, you can't fake a cancer, can you?"

Or, the day Sherlock was drugged with hallucinogens. Written in text style with me as Sherlock and my friend ThatCassidyGirl as John.

When Sherlock breaks into John's laptop, hoping to find some case-info, he's more confused than anything else... John? Really!