A little but of Pudge Love written whilst waiting for 2013 to turn up

A young girl come to live in London for a few weeks, when she, when she meets the famous Sherlock Holmes on Christmas Eve things happen. My late Advent fanfic

Post-Reichenbach, John POV. Angst. Sadness. Full of love, but the only reason to keep the kiddies away is the emotional trauma they experienced watching the last 20 minutes of "The Reichenbach Fall." I have no Britpickers, and would be delighted to be told if I've made any silly American errors here. Trying to save the fandom from awkward constructions, and all that.

In a moment, Molly is alone with an empty body bag, and once more she longs for the days when she shared her lab with a sociopath. [Follow up to Wontons]

I don't know why I'm doing this. You're dead Sherlock; I was at your funeral. Lestrade took your phone as evidence. But this still feels like the right thing to do. Please Sherlock, come back. –JW John hasn't seen Sherlock for three months. He doesn't expect anything to happen when he sends that message, but for once, reality exceeds expectations.

Sequel to It's Not That John Hates The Easter Bunny, It's Just . . . May be difficult to understand without reading that first. Detective Inspector Dimmock was not having a good night. He should have known something was suspect when Sherlock Holmes called up, asking for a favour. Rated T merely due to paranoia.

It had taken a very long time, longer than he liked to admit, for John Watson to truly read the complex, alien language that was Sherlock's face. When hasty analysis lead to red hot embarrassment for the army doctor, the last thing he expects from Sherlock is an apology, I mean... much like many basic human functions, 'sorry' not really the detective's 'area'.

A prompt-fill for MorbidbyDefault: fluff Molly having a skating accident. Teenlock. COMPLETE

A late night ride home on the tube, right after a long case. John's fallen asleep on Sherlock's shoulder, leaving him to observe and to ponder certain things. Mostly John. Something short and sweet for you.

Maybe New Year's traditions don't have to be so bad. Johnlock New Year's fluff!

Nothing really changes when Sherlock and John finally get together; well, except for the obvious.

In which Sherlock and John discussed New Year's kiss ten minutes before the start of a new beginning. (Johnlock)

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

"'Stop boring me,' Sherlock snapped. 'Tell me what you want, or go away.' Moriarty leaned forward, mere inches from Sherlock's reach. 'I want you to kill your pet.'" When he and John are captured by Moriarty, Sherlock faces an impossible choice. Gen, though could be read as shippy. Mentions of torture and suicide.

John wonders if sex ruins the friendship.

Sebastian realizes his feelings for his boss and knows the man will never be able to reciprocate the feeling. Written late at night. [INCOMPLETE] Will be rated M in later chapters.

The New Year is approaching after Sherlock's fall and John is all alone with only his thoughts and memories to keep him company. Sherlock is thousands of miles away but John is all he can think of. Inspired by the song 'New Year's Day' by U2. Part one of the Jumpers and Scarves series

Sherlock's thoughtless words prompt a strong reaction from John. Sherlock takes his words to heart. This can be read as pre-slash. Sadly, I own nothing. TW: Mild thoughts about death and its implications for the loved ones left behind.

7 months after the fall, John spends a lonely Christmas at Baker Street. But Christmas is a time for miracles, and John's one last miracle may very well come true...

Sherlock says 'I'm Sorry." The first fic I've ever written! Flames will be used to roast weenies. Rated T cuz im paranoi. Very short but sweet

After Sherlock fell, John's heart broke. He fell into depression and couldn't continue his life as before. His heart beat to a broken rhythm, and he would never be the same again. Kind of a songfic to the song 'Beat of a Breaking Heart'. Sad and angsty. Could be read as a romance or bromance.

It's three in the morning, and Sherlock can't sleep. Naturally, the whole block knows. Gen.

-Daily advent thing!- It's Christmas time, and Sherlock is still gone. Will John have to try to survive another Christmas alone, or will his best friend show up unexpected? -I will update everyday this month until Christmas. Beware of fluffiness! T for mild cursing later on. Also, Johnlock in later chapters.

Post-Reichenbach, two-shot. Mycroft Holmes finds out about Sherlock's suicide.

"The detective's large ego also would have refused to believe that Moriarty wanted an army doctor's company over the great Sherlock Holmes. However, the madman's plan worked seamlessly, and John was currently kneeling at the bottom of an hourglass, sans sand. Then the sand started to fall."