I'M KISSING SHERLOCK FRIGGING HOLMES! Okay Molly, calm down. He hasn't moved away, but he's not kissing you back. I hesitantly touch his cheek, feeling his cheekbones under my fingertips. And then to my utmost surprise, he kisses me back. FLUFFY SHERLOLLY

Oneshot. Hints at slash. My first bad post-Reichenbach fic. Read if you like but keep in mind it was written at 2 AM. Don't ask me what compelled me to write this, because I have no clue. Rated T for language, a drug ref, and because it's a terrible fic.

Post Reichenbach. Sherlock goes back to Baker Street,hoping to find his friend.Instead,he finds not a pleasent surprise. English is not my first language and also,this is my first attempt at fanfiction.

A sudden, loud cry rang through the air, startling Sherlock. He collected himself quickly, staring at the door in shock. Never before had John yelled out like that.

This is a story about Mr Cumberbatch when he got pneumonia last year. Nowhere else to put it so I thought I would put it on here to see what reaction I got. Rated m for mentions of sex and swearing

John struggles to come to terms with Sherlock's death, Mycroft blames himself for the loss of his brother; their worlds as they know them are coming to an end. But what really happened to Sherlock on that rooftop?

Sherlock finally finds the right words to say to John.

All Sherlock wants this year is for John to stop cursing for one whole day. The two embark on adventures to the grocer among other things and the words John uses to substitute for every obscenity is beyond hilarious.

John learns another disturbing fact about Sherlock. Takes place between The Blind Banker and The Great Game. Spoilers for the first series.

Not much cop, this caring lark.

Mycroft Holmes sure does a lot of it. DI Lestrade may have found the perfect way to shut him up. M/M kissing.

BBC Sherlock fanfiction. John is both amazed and annoyed by Sherlock Holmes. Could it be that his strong feelings are in fact deeper than first thought?

He could fix this.

Inside his mind, however, thoughts were being tossed around at an astoundingly rapid pace. The first was, My god, John, you've really let yourself go on these titles.

The strange man in the long coat was back again. Always there. Watching the man at the grave. Never talking. Just watching.

Sherlock Holmes was dead. No questions about it. He'd seen the grave, he went to funeral, he watched John cry. But now..he's back. Sherlock/John angst

Ya han pasado dos años desde el incidente del hospital, pero John sigue visitando la tumba de su difunto amigo. Allí, algo le hará sonreir por primera vez. Spoilers de "The Reichenbach Fall". Post-Reichenbach.

Sequel to Vacant Room Having returned to Baker Street, the Consulting Detective and his blogger, and new father, have been approached with a case to investigate a mysterious faction, the Red-Headed League. The Game continues!

Mycroft gains material for blackmail.

It's been two and a half years since Sherlock's death. John visits Sherlock's grave, Mycroft has surprising new for John. Who says I am good at summaries?

221B: Lestrade's your man when a freak covered in blood roams the streets. Pre-Hound of the Baskervilles. Mention of Mystrade.

"What makes Sherlock laugh?" Apparently Mr. Jabez Wilson, who described how he'd been performing a data entry job advertized on Craigslist, for which he qualified because of his Medical Secretary certificate and, as he was told, due to his long fingernails.

John and Sherlock have a movie night in 221B. Things don't go as planned. Some John/Sherlock fluff. Once again, I tend to rate high just to be safe. Also, John and Sherlock are quite OoC

Sherlock and John hurry back to 221B leaving their case early to take care of something. Mrs. Hudson hears everything. I'm not sure on rating, I usually rate things high to be safe, if you think it's too high/low tell me! Done.

John did not used to believe in monsters. He believed in war and loneliness and purposelessness, but he never thought the nightmares of his youth would bear their teeth in his adulthood, and in the same way bear him onward into the open arms of death.