John arrives home to find a young boy watching television in their living room. Sherlock is being less helpful than usual and Mycroft lurks.

"John..." "Seriously, for such a genius, your flabbergasted expression is out of place." "John!" "What!" "Since when do you own red pants?" My contribution to Red Pants Monday. Non-slash. Post-TRF.

Summary: John's motivation for working as a locum physician, even though it's clear that's not where his passion is, perplexes Sherlock. It takes dealing with a gang of extortionists to solve the riddle and point the way to a solution. A/N: This story explores why John seems to give up practising medicine somewhere during the period covered by 'A Scandal in Belgravia'.

Based off of something John said to Sherlock in The Reichenbach Fall, this is a short poem littered with bits of our favourite consulting detective. (No spoilers for 2.3.) Complete.

Sherlock had promised never to do it, he'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't. But he did, he was breaking his most important and safest rule after the fall... He was checking up on John. Post Reichenbach. Angsty.

Molly liked to change the locks of her apartment every now and again, much to Sherlock's bafflement.

A Sherlolly Romance (because there's just not enough of it, is there?), rated M for language and later content. But naughty in parts, but shows the trials and tribulations modern dating can have. Read, review, just enjoy. Loved writing it. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Sherlock had always been raised to know that first impressions were the most vital. He had never cared about such trivial human things. Until one night, when he sits up late, playing his violin, and replaying his past.

John is still trying to cope after three years off thinking that Sherlock is dead. After serving a second tour in Afghanistan, he returns injured and seeking solitude from everyone. One day there's a knock, when he opens the door, Sherlock is standing there. How will John take it? Will an old foe rip them apart again? TW: Drug abuse, torture, swearing, child harm

I found a 30 Day OTP Challenge, so I have decided to write one-shots for each day and post them here. Day one: holding hands. Rated M just in case.

Que ressent John devant la tombe de son ami ? Spoiler de la saison deux.

Alone on the Water from Sherlock's point of view. Inspired by the wonderful fiction, "Alone on the Water": /s/6914974/1/Alone-On-the-Water All credit for story goes to Mad Lori. Read her story above!

It seemed that every other human being on Earth knew it, was born with the kind of instinctual understanding Sherlock knew nothing about. It wasn't until he met Irene Adler that Sherlock learned he wasn't as dysfunctional as he had always thought, that he wasn't as incapable of connection. Together they can transcend. Semi-AU (Possible but not plausible) Adlock.

Sherlock might be dead, but that doesn't mean he can't discover Molly's biggest secret... Rated T for slight language and romance.

A different take on Sherlock having a nightmare, I'll leave it to you to guess what age he is in this one! (I'm not sure what Genre you'd call this besides Family)

This one was the second fanfic I ever wrote on Sherlock, so please don't critique too harshly. Of course, it's jesslock! It's funny, I've never written a sherlolly, even though that's my OTP (after jesslock! But, jesslock! Is a figment of my imagination, so it doesn't count). Anyway, enjoy!

In a world where no one is born with a heart, this is the story of how John and Sherlock earned theirs. Magical Realism AU. John/Sherlock pairing.

Sherlock gets a surprise when John comes home from seeing his current girlfriend. (By the by this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction so be kind!)

John had been missing Sherlock a lot recently and it had had severe effects on his health...

Sherlock's gone. 3 years is all it takes to make him forget. That is until someone else comes into the picture. Craigafer Lance. Serial Sadist. Everything is changing. How are they even alive? Nothing makes sense anymore. Kidnap, torture, feelings, unnatural phenomena, you interested yet? Well darling just you come and see, cause honey i look great in angst. Post-Reichenbach Fall!

The church is hot and John is distracted.

Prompt: Write a fic without using any e's. My response: 'Sh'lock' turns Mycroft into a kid. Mycroft is not happy. Nor is John.

A pale, homeless man. A lonely army doctor. When their paths cross, they find out that we're just under the upper hand. (Inspired by the song "A Team" by Ed Sheeran.)

Post Reichenbach - John is in a bad shape, he is angry and disappointed and he misses Sherlock like hell. Just when it couldn't get worse there are strange things happening inside 221b. Little notes appear all over the flat, the sound of violins at night... Is he going crazy? Is is the ghost of Sherlock? Or is there a chance that his best friend is still alive?

After a long day at work, Molly Hooper comes home to find the supposedly dead consulting detective has a surprise for her. Post-Reichenbach, Sherlolly fluff. (One-Shot)