He is playing a game, although he does not know it. Continually sidestepping what is coming. One day, however, his past catches up with him, and becomes his future. Quite a dark and depressing fic, which could be triggering; from a poem prompt, which is included in the text. Enter at your own risk.

Translation of purplescene's "Incisión" (ASiE) "Sherlock's fingers sink into the still-warm breast of the cadaver like an artist's brushes into paint, his features composed and curls hiding his eyes, stained orange by the light... tracing the letters R-A-C-H-E on the nondescript yellow wallpaper. Next to the lifeless body, it can be read as a signature, or maybe as a warning."

"Except that he'd never died, had he? It was an illusion, smoke and mirrors, all pendulum and no pit. It was all a show; it was this." Or, Sherlock comes back wrong.

Its not really Sherlock's birthday it's mine. And because I think that its a special day I decided to write a special drabble for ya'll. WARING: fem!Sherlock hints of Sherlock/John

Well. I appear to be dead. How inconvenient.

Relationship, character study. Sherlock and Lestrade. Perfectly safe for work, perfectly focused on basic friendship between two remarkably complex characters.

Sherlock decides to finally tell a certain doctor, through awkward silences and words, that he's in love with him. Johnlock. Fluffy goodness. One shot.

This fic is full of angst and possible triggers! Read at your own peril! Set after Sherlock's return so some vague references to the RBF. John is depressed, has been all his life, and it never really leaves.

A year and a half since the Fall and John is struggling. Today, it's sound.

MAJOR SPOILERS: After The Fall, John's mindset begins to change and develop, Sherlock's emotional grid widens, and new persons enter our Heroes lives. Soon two men, two of the greatest friends, will find themselves as heroes...one way or another. Sherlock and Molly/John and Mary M. M for later chapters.

Sherlock is running an experiment, what else is new? This one has some explosive and unexpected results however, not anything Sherlock could anticipate. Now he and John are deal with the fallout and the unexpected revelations that come with it. Johnlock, One-Shot, Fluff. Rated T for suggestive sexual themes, but nothing explicit.

1. There has to be something flammable. 2. It has to be at the right temperature to ignite. 3. It has to be mixed with some fresh air.

The Personal Blog of Dr John H. Watson 26 May Sherlock Holmes may be a genius, but yet, he doesn't understand how to eat a lollipop. [Read more...]

...affect the paths we eventually take. Follow two sides of the story when Sherlock seizes the opportunity and kisses Molly and when he doesn't...someone else does instead xx Now M Rated ;) xx

After the fall, a Sherlock in absence of his blogger decides that perhaps the solar system isn't so dull after all.

Sherlock didn't plan too far past the final Act of the Game - defeating Moriarty on St. Bart's rooftop. Now he finds that, like chess, the endgame is the most important part of the game. He must take down the Spider King's web, deal with his insufferable brother and, most importantly, return to a changed London.

12 years, 8 characters, 1 Sherlock. This is the story of how the boy on Mrs. Hudson's step became the detective in John Watson's adventures, told from the point of view of the people who know him best. Rated hard T for language, mentions of drug use and mental health issues. AU, set in the same universe as "Be Near Me When My Light Is Low," but can be read as a standalone.

"That," he said and paused, "is not how this was supposed to happen." Five times something almost happened and the one time it happened by accident. A 5 plus 1 in UST and fluff.

*Escrito antes del estreno de la tercera temporada* Sherlock ha vuelto, pero no será fácil que todo vuelva a la normalidad, tres años es mucho tiempo y las cosas pueden haber cambiado bastante. Al volver se encuentra un John que no está seguro de si se alegra o está demasiado enfadado.

After Sherlock's return, Molly decides to take some time off. Not that it ends up being quite that simple.

When Sherlock Holmes fell to his death he destroyed many lives. Those that loved him and respected him lost the greatest man they had ever known and ever will know. This doesn't sit well with one young woman who will do what she can to clear her brother's name and destroy those she feels are responsible.

"You do not understand, do you?" He whispered, taking a few steps to close the distance between them and cup her face in his hands. "I have always needed you, Molly Hooper. You've made me feel and I feel for you."

Molly has had a lot to deal with in that two year interim, and even as Sherlock's exile draws to a close, he still manages to put her in tricky situations. Boy, she was going to need a drink.

You know what you have to do; you know exactly what the game requires of you. It surrounds you, the cold, and you feel completely numb. You walk up to the ledge and one more step, you're up, and another, you're gone. The great Sherlock Holmes, nothing more than a body in a morgue and memory in the minds of those who lost faith and those who kept it.

A young boy by the name of John decides to approach the eccentric boy in his class.