John's deep in depression after Sherlock's death and is unwilling to accept help.

Sherlock's back and there's a new case with some familiar faces.

Alors heu... ceci est une 'fanfic' avec Rain comme perso, et c'est complètement ridicule, avec risque de 'private joke', et c'est quand même Rated T pour violence... Venez lire si l'absurde vous fait pas peur ou si vous savez que 'absurde' est mon deuxième prénom

Sherlock's back and John has, unwisely, let him play Cluedo. As expected arguements occur. Some swearing and very minor sexual reference

Months after Holmes's apparent death finds him back at 221B Baker st. Nothing has changed much, except that they talk less and argue more, and despite multiple parties being hurt, Sherlock seems, as always, indifferent. John has thankfully met someone to take his mind off less pleasant matters, and it is she who now sits opposite him, watching as he eats a sandwich. Sherlock/John

"That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note." "Leave a note when?" 3 years after Sherlock jumped off St. Bart's, John gets a mysterious phone call from a blocked number. And the voice on the other end is scarily familiar.

Sherlock has always been particularly invasive when it comes to John's personal life, but when he tells John to stop going out with his girlfriend, John thinks he's finally crossed a line. Sherlock then shows him exactly why he's making such a demand - and what he intends for John to be doing in his new free time. Rated M for naughty reasons. Johnlock.

This was the first time John felt like he had let Sherlock down instead of the other way around. Post The Reichenbach Fall.

Letters from Mycroft to Sherlock, John could have dealt with that. But not with a secret hidden in the brothers' past and blood on each letter. What does Mycroft hide? Mystrade, slight Johnlock, warning: mention of child abuse, cutting etc.

Oneshot. Established relationship between Sherlock and John. Sherlock is ignoring John who thinks of an amusing way to get Sherlock's attention. A bit of fun but a lot of smut! You've been warned.

4/5 -Sherlock meets a new friend Bea but he slips up and doesn't do his research...

John is sick, and Sherlock brings him tea. Does Sherlock know how much it means to him? Does it bother him that the two of them are so different? *Oneshot. Friendship, JohnLock, UST.*

Drabble participante en el Reto 'Un vistazo al 221B' para el Foro I'm Sherlocked.

"Falling a thousand feet per second, I still take you by surprise..." If suicide was good enough for Sherlock, it was certainly good enough for John. I just can't seem to write a happy fic! Post Reichenbach song fic. Song: Perfect by Hedley.

A few weeks after Sherlock died, Greg finds one of his sketches and then Mycroft vists. Contains spoilers for Season 2 and established Mystrade

Czy niespełnione marzenie dr.Watsona w końcu się spełni?

Lestrade/Sherlock, age-difference AU. What does twenty-something Sherlock Holmes have in common with forty-something Greg Lestrade? As it turns out, they both have similar ideas on how to unwind. Full summary and warnings inside. Rated M for MATURE. I am so not kidding about that.

In which Sherlock breaks a bone, has a reaction to the drugs, and loves John through earthquakes. Prompt fill, crack.

One moment, one chance of a lifetime, and one glance over the top of a police car says it all. Reichenbach scene study.

Set after Series 2, but doesn't mention anything about the series itself. Just a little Sherlock/Irene fluff-fic that popped into my head. Sherlock lets Irene wear his coat. She asks him to dinner. There's fluff and a bit more fluff, mostly because I can. If I knew how to write summaries, this would sound better. This one, like all of my S/I fics, goes out to Naomi.

The devil takes care of his own.

The first thing Sherlock Holmes did after jumping off the roof of Saint Barts was visit his mother. No one came to tell Mycroft about his death he read it in the paper the next day.

Este fic participa del reto "Un vistazo al 221B" del foro "I'm Sherlocked." Muy posible que tenga un final abierto. Lo dejo a su imaginación

Ya son tres años. Largos tres años de una rutina sosa y común. "-Traeré leche para compensártelo, lo prometo- Murmuró en su oído." Drabble participante en el Reto 'Un vistazo al 221B' para el Foro I'm Sherlocked.

Anderson is having a bad day. Homeless people hate him. John is laughing. Totally unedited, per usual.