Tallin. Porque cerrar los ojos y escoger un país sigue siendo lo mejor para ir de vacaciones. Fic perteneciente al desafío "Vacaciones" del Foro I'm Sherlocked. Johnlock.

A collection of very short stories about John and Sherlock. I write romance/slash, so that's what they'll be.

Johnlock. Post-Reichenbach blog posts. T for now, rating probably won't change, but it could at some point in the future. Basically, John and Sherlock's lives after Sherlock comes back. Chapters will be short, but there'll be a lot of them, providing I remember to update. If I don't, send me a message and remind me.

Molly breaks Moriarty down into his essential parts and briefly lets go of a fantasy. A companion piece to Symmetry.

i knew a girl who collected clocks. (two vignettes.&johnmolly)

Traduction de ma fic "Love of the loveless". Sherlock peut être un sale enfoiré quand il veut, et John est parfois vraiment pénible. Pourtant, pour rien au monde ils ne changeraient quoique ce soit. John est la pièce de puzzle qui manquait à la vie de Sherlock, et vice-versa. Voici des ficlets de leur vie de tous les jours. Slash peut-être à prévoir.

Suite du oneshot "Illusion".

Sherlock can be an insufferable bastard, John can be a real pain, yet they wouldn't have it any other way. John is the missing puzzle piece of Sherlock's life and vice-versa. Ficlets of their everyday life. Title from Eels' song. Possible slash later.

On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine. Fluff, non-slash. Seventh and final in my series!

Wanting to forge ahead with a case, Sherlock doesn't listen to John's worries. The case goes horribly wrong, forcing John and Sherlock's friendship to dance a fine line. Can they ever return to what they were? Johnlock. Rated M for a reason. Triggers for rape and drugs. Slight Non-Con (it's complicated!)

Can death be a magic trick? Sherlock's death was nothing more than that. There is one person he must destroy upon his return to the living, but can the brilliant detective be beaten by an assassin?

Sherlock is dead...and John is mourning, and Molly is alone. Just a little drabble of Molly thinking about Sherlock and the nature of her relationship to him. First time writing for this fic so I'd be interested to hear what all of you think. Semi spoilers for season two.

Sherlock Holmes is the best detective in the world. He has his cunning wit and uncanny memory. But what happens when he loses it? What happens when Sherlock Holmes becomes ordinary? JohnLock at the end, don't like don't read. PS: This story is anything but boring!

Neuf mois. Cela faisait déjà neuf mois que Sherlock était mort. Neuf mois que John retourne dans sa tête le scénario de son suicide en cherchant à le sauver. John/Sherlock ... obviously [homophobes ... y a des homophobes qui regardent Sherlock? XD]

When John starts being more distant, Sherlock thinks he knows the problem. But when he tries to fix it, things go wrong. Will John find Sherlock to explain, or will something horrible happen before he can? *Pleeease read, its my first story and I suck at summaries. Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, or BBC. Review please :) Rated M caused Im paranoid.

John gets married and Sherlock finds it hard to cope. Cue lots of angst. Inspired by All Time Low's song 'Therapy' even though this is not a song fic.

Sherlock and John have lived long and happy lives. Both elderly and in a nursing home, they will stay together until the very end. Friendship, brotherly love, not slash! Read, review, favorite, share!

A series of poems centering, but not restricted to, John's emotions after the fall. Minor violence and cursing.

They are like two halves of a whole, separate entities that slot together, brain synapses firing through the air, passing through skin and glances, half formed thoughts and smiles until Mycroft knows Sherlock better than he knows himself, knows him inside out, every gesture, every movement, can read him like a book, his own story slotting into the corresponding pages.

Sherlock deja en ridículo a Mycroft delante de John, solo con unas palabras. Pero a Mycroft le gusta actuar y quiere que Sherlock aprenda educación enseñándole. Aviso: Incesto entre los hermanos Holmes.

Molly struggles to find peace within herself when she is convinced that there will never be any peace for Sherlock Holmes.

It had been for several weeks now that John was going out over the weekend, and Sherlock still had no clue where he went. He could deduce it; and of course he could know if he had really wanted to.

Seit einigen Wochen ging John jetzt schon am Wochenende aus, und Sherlock wusste immer noch nicht, wohin er ging. Er könnte es deduzieren, sicher könnte er das; und natürlich hätte er es gewusst, wenn er es wirklich gewollt hätte.

Most people measure out the truth in teaspoons. Sherlock Holmes drops you in an ocean of truth and expects you to swim.

Sherlock was staring now. "Whatever is the matter with you, Mycroft? You haven't insulted me once and you're barely following the conversation." John cleared his throat. "I think I can answer that question for you. Mycroft? What's the date?" "10th January 2006."