As John leaves the army he not only leaves the battlefield and a part of his life behind but also a good friend. A friend, who finally succeeds in contacting him and who brings back memories of the war.

Examining the immediate aftermath of Reichenbach, following Sherlock and Mycroft (who in my world like the canon is integral to the plan) Chapter one of a planned multi-chapter story that leads to Sherlock's departure to see off Moriarty's men. Examines the Mycroft and Sherlock relationship as well as his reaction to his 'death'. Expect angst galore as Sherlock adjusts to life as

Sherlock was seventeen years old in February of 1995. So far it hadn't quite been the kind of year that would go down in history books, but it would be the year that changed his life forever. These are the seventeen years that made Sherlock Holmes the detective we know him as today.

Mycroft is only half-right. John misses the war. But it's not just the danger he's missing. Short character study.

She had always thought he was so cruel because she didn't count. He had always known he was so cruel because she did. Post-Reichenbach, oneshot birthday fic for Lono.

They had both deserved better, but only she had got it. Sarah, Post-Reichenbach.

Sherlock, pre Reichenbach Falls. Doctor Who, sometime end of Series 6, during series 7, slight crossover with Doctor Who. Part 0 in the Day of Judgment series. John starts to open his mouth and say something about how Rory didn't look nowhere near old enough to have a daughter of marrying age, but he stops when he sees Sherlock pulling out the salmon.

Sherlock and John had another case - one not mentioned in the press. An escaped mental convict, a woman in a white suit, and the destruction of the world with one simple word.

The first time around, he kept his gun close. At hand. It called to him at times, and he liked to have it in a place he could easily access. So he could look at it and wonder. Nobody needed him then. What was the point? Nobody needed him again. He couldn't protect him anymore. He failed again. Suicidal thoughts. Slash if you squint.

Eksperyment. Future!AU. Detektyw Amanda Willis przylatuje z USA do Anglii po obiecaną przez inspektora Lestrade'a pomoc w pewnym śledztwie. Na miejscu poznaje niezwykły duet: androida nazwiskiem Sherlock Holmes i jego budowniczego, doktora Watsona. Ta dwójka może jej pomóc ruszyć z miejsca w sprawie morderstwa rzekomo popełnionego przez robota. Dla Dawieda.

Sherlock leaves John with things that were left unsaid...

Sherlock's been out all night on a case and John is pretty damn annoyed, and then he's just perplexed by how Sherlock can get Easter eggs so incredibly wrong. One-shot.

This is just a short little Johnlock I wrote for a friend. WARNING! It may be slightly depressing. I hope that you enjoy it :) P.S. My friend got to choose the name.

Everyone has always begged for a strain of miracle that has always been there, the concealed blessing that was there since the beginning… only to be pushed away by their spectacular ignorance and evident denial. Their intended fate, though narrowed, twisted, bound, pulled apart, broken, shattered into hopeless fragments, they came out scathed yet faultless-. teen!lock to current AU

Esta es una pequeña historia que he escrito, espero que os guste, si os gusta intentaré subir otro capítulo.

Whatever John had been expecting, it hadn't been this. Cause and effect, Sherlock called it. Scars is what they were. Cause: the word 'freak'. Effect: a single slash. Warning: contains cutting.

John finds himself speaking to Sherlock perhaps for the last time...but he then takes matters into his own hands

John visits Sherlock's grave on a seemingly normal day, though his life is about to change greatly. One-Shot, Johnlock, Post-Fall.

AU: The story of a man and a little boy who find the family both of them thought they would never have. Kid!fic Greg and Jim in a father/son relationship. NO SLASH!

Sherlock Holmes was only fourteen when he ran away to America to be a punk rock musician. Two years later, college freshman John just wants to escape into music for one night, but ends up in the sights of the broken musician.

La madre de Sherlock siempre le ha comprendido en un nivel donde nadie podía alcanzarles, a través de la música.

Moriarty and my OC get home a little late- well early. No plot, oneshot, M for sex.

It has been three years since Sherlock's death, and John isn't coping. He sends one last message to his friend before leaving this world, but then he gets a reply that he never hoped to see. Post-Reichenbach one-shot, Sherlock's return, light Johnlock slash, and rated for dark themes.

John knows he loves Sherlock. When John isn't acting himself, Sherlock gets curious and deduces that John is having relationship problems. Little does the detective know, John's problems are not caused by all the women he's dated. Pre-Johnlock (In progress)

This is the remainder of a dream I awoke from and immediately typed up on Tumblr. I was too lazy to turn this into a fic, so I'm posting it as is.