Everyone's favourite idiot being... well, idiotic.

Post- The Great Game. The night after their first encounter with Moriarty, John's 'injury' acts up. It's Sherlock to the rescue! Short little one-shot ficlet idea i had. Johnlock if you squint. Bit of funny fluff. First Sherlock fic!

A short, Reichenbach piece of poetry that just came tomorrow. Warnings for feels, sorry.

A collection of Drabbles featuring Sherlock and John. Some slight slash, not all. Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort pretty much anything I can think of at the moment I'm writing. Enjoy! R&R

Based off of the Season 3 teaser, Sherlock finally has the ability to reveal himself to John. The reaction? Not what you expected. John had changed, and Sherlock is willing to bring him back from silly suits, ridiculous mustaches, and annoying girlfriends. (More than 1 chapter)

In a world where each person is destined to affect anothers life for the better or worse, Sherlock has always assumed there was never anyone for him, he was quite content that way. Until his person's life was at risk, and Sherlock felt something for the first time. Will they meet, or will it be to late? Johnlock Slash

AU Where Mycroft and Lestrade and married and have triplets and have trouble figuring out which one it which. (Teen for swearing)

Because Sherlock and John can't use language like normal people. They have to go and invent their own.

Mrs Hudson's niece is coming to stay at 221 Baker Street, as a terrorist group attempts to tear London apart from the inside out. London's last hope? A lonely sergeant, an army doctor, a silent girl and the world's only consulting detective.

What if Watson were a girl? And what if that girl were intellectually almost at Sherlock's level? Sure, they'd make a great team, but Sherlock's lack of understanding of human emotions often seems to hinder their progress, especially when his own emotions begin to awaken and he becomes confused by such new experiences.

Sherlock is at his most vulnerable during his investigation in Dartmoor. His fear is not something he wishes to share with someone - but it looks like he might just have to when an unexpected guest arrives. Missing moments from "The hounds of Baskerville". Irene and Sherlock, of course. Enjoy!

Sherlock végète à Londres tandis que ses amis ont pris quelques jours de vacances, ce qui n'est pas vraiment à son goût. Lestrade/John

Mrs Hudson's granddaughter is in 221B for a visit. Sherlock feels at first not really enthusiastic about her but he can't deny that they have more in common then just their first names...

A simple vista quizás, John Watson no haya sido más que un hombre común; alguien a quien podía leer tan bien como a cualquier otro. Y sin embargo parecía ser tan único… tan diferente al resto. ¡Feliz cumpleños, JOHN!

Sherlock awakes one morning to discover that he has acquired a psychosomatic limp. How does a self-proclaimed sociopath end up with emotions so out of control they manifest themselves in physical pain? And how does Sherlock truly feel about John?

It's been three years since Sherlock jumped, and John isn't doing so good. Warning for self-harm and suicidal tendencies. Do NOT read if this affects you! (It was intended to be a standalone chapter but...well, something happened!)

Their somewhat complicated relationship didn't just fall out of the sky. No, there were the usual failures of communication and domestics and long, gruelling conversations about timings. There were slip ups and redefining positions and quite a lot of misplaced denial. And, as always, there was much to be deduced (and most of it wasn't until after the highly preventable arguments).

Sherlock is bored and John is fed up.(Sorry if it's bad, but I started writing it at two in the morning).

John's been depressed since Sherlock's 'death'. Years have passed and he still hasn't recovered. He wants to end it all and join his best friend. Unbeknownst to him, Sherlock is planning on revealing the truth soon, but will John Watson live long enough to learn the truth?

John nunca había tenido semejante experiencia entonces siente un poco de pena al principio. (No es muy hard porque así como a John le da pena a mi igual, apenas me adentro en estas cosas, igual espero lo disfruten XD)

"I could see him studying my eyes for answers. He occasionally flicked his gaze downward onto my body, searching for any outward signs that might clue him in. He was critical, calculating, cold." Short romantic one-shot. Gender and identity left vague on purpose.

Only Sherlock Holmes would be an idiot enough to reveal his heart in a way that got him into some very boiling water with his pathologist. Will he be able to pull himself out in time, or has he blown his chances forever?

After his faked suicide, Sherlock left London. He told himself he wouldn't return until it was safe for the people closest to him. But a new serial killer has emerged in the city's streets, one unlike anything he had ever seen. He has returned in secret in case Moriarty's dogs are watching. But the killer quickly proves himself the greatest challenge he may ever face.

Sherlock was John's salvation, righting a bland world and sending it into vibrant, dizzying hues. Until he vanished, plunging John's world into something he had never expected. Then he came back.

Sherlock is bored, without a case for days, he's beginning to wonder what to do with himself and John finds something that isn't jam in his jam jar. Domestics with Sherlock was never going to be easy.