It's been three years since Sherlock's death. John has built a new life for himself when Sherlock suddenly returns. Now he has a choice to make- the woman who offers him another chance at normalcy, or the man who changed his life forever. Post-Reichenbach. R&R! DISCONTINUED. UP FOR ADOPTION.

Formerly A One-Word One-shot Prompt, but enough of the people on tumblr wanted another few chapters...and then to have it posted on here...so I did. lol. Sherlolly: Originally called Dance. Rating for sexytimes...if you couldn't tell.

"Come on, who'd want me for a flatmate?" John asked sadly. Mike laughed. "What?" John asked. "Oh nothing. I just thought of a joke." Mike said cheerfully. He glanced behind John to see down the road and sat back, shocked. "What?" John asked hurriedly. "Nothing." Mike said, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "I just thought I saw something on your back."

John recounts on Sherlock's kissing from when they first started 'dating'. No, Sherlock Holmes had never been a good kisser back then...

La vida es un simple cruce de caminos donde a lo largo del trayecto nos cruzamos con miles de extraños para nunca volver a verlos.

AU: John works in a coffee shop, his coworkers decide to prank him. Based on a post I saw on Tumblr. One-shot

Traduction. Il est réveillé. Il est saoul. Il est nu. Et il n'est pas seul. Au départ One-shot, maintenant une histoire en 5 et 1: "Cinq fois où John se réveilla dans le lit de Sherlock après une nuit torride (et une fois où ce ne fut pas le cas)."

John Watson writes about his life after the Fall. Warning, it is very angsty. I am sorry.

Post-Reichenbach John tries to get on with life, thanks to a lot of help from his friends. and it seems to be working until he hears Molly singing. A 221B fic Rated T for angst

Molly is tired of waiting for Sherlock. What will happen when she gets a hold of his favorite purple shirt? Not smutty, not really. Established Sherlolly, Post Reichenbach.

Porque al parecer, el respeto a la propiedad ajena y las leyes de allanamiento están bastante sobrevaloradas.

La habitación más alta de la casa es la que más le gusta a Sherlock y cuando desde allí pilla a su hermano infraganti no duda en chivarse. Este fic pertenece al reto "Tengo que deciros algo" del foro I'm Sherlocked

When someone dies, the hole in your life they leave behind is too painful for words – and yet, despite this pain, you find that it is the only comfort you have. That pain is a reminder that they were real, that they were a part of your life, and the memories you're left with have not been simply imagined.

Hey everybody! This is a story that my friend created and she wanted me to post this onto Fanfiction. net and so I am doing that Now. This is a Johnlock. Trigger warning: Use of alcohol. Please do not hate. If you do like this, please review. Thanks for reading! -InsanityAlikar (I suck at writing summaries T-T)

All the kings horses, all the kings men couldn't put John Watson and Sherlock Holmes back together again Post reichenbach prequel to We Might Not Make It Home. Returning Sherlock never dreamed they would end like this, he never thought he would be watching a shattered John standing on the roof edge of Barts leaving a death note as Sherlock begs him not to jump. Heavy angst no slash

Esos días en los que lo único que quieres es quedarte bajo las sábanas y que las horas pasen. Esos días en los que todo sale mal. Sherlock también tiene de esos días.

John Watson is not Sherlock Holmes. He doesn't want to be. A one-shot. Some mention of blood, but nothing too graphic.

One should have learned by now that messing with Mycroft Holmes is a very bad idea.

Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency. For Rose O' Sharon who suggested the work and Edhla on her birthday.

'Sherlock Holmes, despite what everyone says does know how to love. The man who is married to his work and allows people to assume what they want loves in a way different from most...' Just a small one-shot on the fact that Sherlock Holmes does know how to love but just differently from most.

When a brain injury leaves Sherlock unable to make new memories, John wonders how Sherlock will cope, and what it will mean for The Work and their life. Because after all, how can you live if you can't feel time passing? 17 chapters. Has been translated into Chinese.

Greg is a pupil at St Christopher's School, Mycroft is the enigmatic new boy in the Sixth Form he has to share a room with. But is Mycroft really interested in him, or is Greg just a nice distraction from looking after first year Sherlock? (Please review. Help me to improve my writing.)

Twenty words that began forever - a nice project I found on a german website. No pairings :3

On five occasions, Sherlock contributed towards John's ever-growing-criminal record...

The case took a bad turn. Small John-whump fic.