"...I used to think heroes didn't exist, John. I never believed in them until I met you... Welcome home, John Watson." AU where John knew Sherlock before being deployed. Upon coming home, Sherlock learns about the soldier's PTSD and John realizes that he doesn't have to deal with it alone. Disclaimers apply, purely for the use of entertainment purposes only.

One night in winter, accompanying his daughter back home to Baker Street from the annual school Christmas concert, Sherlock Holmes bumps into Irene Adler and comes to remember what it is, over the years, that he has lost and what it is he has gained. (Sequel to What We Pretend to Be, Sherlock/Molly)

John's in love with Sherlock, but Sherlock is obviously to daft to see it. Rated T because Paranoia. AU. One-shot. My first Sherlock fanfic. R/R :)

Sometimes, even the hardest working pathologist needs a day off from the rest of the world.

I hope that's better format for the person who gave me the advice - didn't totally understand it, but I hope this helps. Anyway, just some Johnlock fluff and post-Reichenbach feels.

The world has gone to chaos. The dead don't stay dead and everyone is joining them. The few remaining survivors fight everyday for another day. Everyday just surviving, not living. John Watson has been doing exactly this until one day a stranger appears in his life. This stranger is Sherlock Holmes.

An old friend of John's has come back from the states. Having been caught up in a case she forgot to get a room at a hotel and has to stay with Sherlock. But she has a secret she's trying desperately to forget. And when the nightmares have returned it, how much longer can she keep this secret. I don't own Sherlock, Max belongs to me, along with everything else you don't recognize.

It wasn't an apology. Well, not much of one, anyway. Either way, it was long overdue. Sally apologizes. Sort of. And Sherlock learns a thing or two about human nature.

A collection of short stories involving my character Aria Watson. {No order}

This correlates to chapter 9 of Adjustments. Its the situation between Sofia, Madeline, and their cousin Andy

It has been a month since Sherlock came back to John, and all seems well. At least until a case leads the two right back to Bart's roof, causing John to have a bit of a panic attack, resulting in a guilty Sherlock and a heartfelt apology. Maybe a bit O.O.C. depending on how you look at it.

John advised her not to play Cluedo with him. He never said a word about Truth or Dare. (BBC Sherlock)

John's been spending his nights with women, and Sherlock notices with a mere glance... the question is: how does he feel about it?

This is a 30 day challenge for thirty one shots; the pairing is Johnlock. Link is in the first story. Each chapter is a one shot. Rated T for the a few of the chapters. Enjoy! -"What are you doing?" "I'm holding your hand." he said without looking up. The hand fit in his perfectly, even with the odd way he was holding it; he like the way it looked in his own.

Three people Two doctors and two consultants One flat As their three lives begin to intertwine, will they ever be the same... (yes I know two and two make four but read my fic to find out why there's only three :)

"Let me get this straight." Lestrade groaned as he surveyed the damage. "You took out half the cameras in London, 'borrowed' three cars, and knocked out half my team just because you were playing some convoluted cops and robbers game with Mycroft?"

For days and days, Sherlock fades in and out.

Someone, other than Lestrade and his team, has discovered the truth about Sherlock and John, and in an effort to 'persuade' Sherlock to do his bidding this person has tried to frame John - but he really didn't know what he was up against. Part 2 of the LYCANS AND VAMPYRES series. Special thanks to MAPLELEAFCAMEO for checking this over for me :)

2 ans se sont écoulés, et John ne supporte plus l'absence de son cher ami Sherlock. Cet ami qu'il aimait secrètement. Mais le détective revient. Et c'est alors que John ne peut plus accepter ce terrible mensonge qui a duré deux ans, deux années lourdes de pensées au suicide, et et mettre sa vie en l'air...

Sherlock Holmes. The world's only consulting detective. He is a genius, a highly functioning sociopath and completely emotionless. He will always stay that way, but when a secret is revealed, will 221B Baker Street ever be the same again!

Mycroft comes home for the summer holidays and looks forward to spending some time with his little brother, Sherlock. He is not prepared for the discovery that his brother is not as well cared for as Mycroft has thought. Kidlock. Fluff.

Translation of my own story 'Rédemption' - soft Johnlock - post-Reichenbach, Sherlock's point of view. How will he stand to be away from John after his fall ?

Comment réussir à tout dire avec seulement deux cent vingt et un mots ?

Mrs Hudson ran in, "Boys, what's goin— oh my SWEET CHRIST IN HEAVEN!" John started crying in shock and Sherlock crawled to the corner, holding the knife in his hand. John was utterly helpless, flailing around like an idiot.

Imaginons un instant que Sherlock, à sa naissance, ait été enlevé par une femme en mal d'enfant. Comment aurait évolué le petit garçon dans un environnement complètement différent ? Quelles sont les rencontres qui feront de lui Sherlock Holmes, futur détective consultant ? Et qu'en sera t-il des sentiments de Mycroft envers son petit frère ? AU sous forme de two-shot.