Greg Lestrade is possibly having the worst day in all of creation. Rated solely for language.

Some people say their lives flash before their eyes. Not Sherlock Holmes. For him, there was only ever John Watson. Written prior to the season 2 finale.

John Watson is a lightweight rower who sustained an injury, preventing him from rowing the season. Meanwhile, the Baker Crew, the pride of Yard University, is out of another cox due to the difficult Sherlock Holmes. Mix and row well, its river time. AU

When John runs into Per again it's all fine. Or at least whatever it is. Companion to "Tonight" and "Gutted"

COMPLETE. Or: Five Arguments John and Sherlock Have Had, and One They Didn't. In which Sherlock and John fight, and John has a tendency to storm off.

Watson estava em choque. Sherlock constantemente o avisava que era um idiota, mas nunca tinha dado conta do tamanho de sua imbecilidade até aquele momento. Slash. Conteúdo adulto. Presente para Felisbela PA.

Christmas has always been a special time for Sherlock and Mycroft. Evil cousins, muggings, girlfriends, Mummy Holmes, and puberty! Oh my! Christmases with the reluctant consulting detective and the voracious occupant of a minor government position.

Mostly CRACK: 'You should get yourself a hobby ... fishing. Try fishing', Sgt Donovan called after him.

Sherlock might be a lot of things. But for John Watson he would always be one thing and one thing only

It's Sherlock's birthday, not that he would bother to remember it.

So this is just a story I typed out on Christmas eve. It's a tad late, but it had to undergo a lot of changes and editing. I hope you enjoy it :

John discovers unexpected details about Sherlock's past, once being slightly more observant. No slash.

A strikingly mysterious woman enter's Sherlock & John's world just at a piviotal moment. Who is she and who's side is she on? My take on what comes next, at the end of The Great Game. Sherlock/OC plans to get steamy later on

John Watson est un idiot. Si si, vraiment.

"Sherlock stares blankly at his computer screen. It hits him abruptly, out of the blue, he has no logical reason for it, not much evidence to prove it. It's gut instinct, but he is positively sure that John has been with a man tonight."

John wills himself to look steadily back into Per's eyes, the pupils blown wide in the low light. There is a ring of gold around the irises, the way Sherlock's are ringed in dark blue. He clears his throat. "You remind of someone."

A simple drabble of Watson and Lestrade are now old men and how they go down to a graveyard to visit some old friends. Only slightly over a thousand words.

Bit of fluff that i wrote at 11pm last night whilst spending time with a bandaged up hand. I wondered what Sherlock would be like if he injured his hand and how he would handle it. Sorry for the rubbish title, i had no idea what to call it.

What happens when one day, Anderson comes in to inspect the bodies and use the lab instead of Sherlock? For my dear Molly ninesjumpersandmanlyjackets tumblr . So sorry it's late. Meritricious!

From my One-in-500 word challenge on Tumblr: one word prompt, 500 word or more drabble.

A light hearted poem about the meeting of John and Sherlock but not the one we all know. You'd think I'd be better at summaries by now but no, I'm still as bad as when I started

Sherlock knows he should tell John that something's wrong. Written for my One-in-500 challenge on Tumblr; one word prompt, drabble of 500 words or more.

All John had wanted was a nice, relaxing bubble bath. But when you live with Sherlock Holmes, things can quickly go awry. One-shot. K for implications.

Floccinaucinihilipilification - the estimation of something as valueless. Written for my One-in-500 challenge on Tumblr: one word prompt, 500 or more word drabble.

He plays for 1,095 days, in the hopes that the notes will swirl over the grey countryside, filter through the murky city streets, and find their way back home. He plays for 1,095 days, and does not stop. Reichenbach fic; Sherlock-centric.