Jim from IT and Molly Hooper have a talk one night in bed. Takes place during Season 1. R&R

After a rough night one the road, John and Sherlock share a heartfelt moment.

It's been three years since. Now it's his turn to fall. But someone doesn't give him a chance...

Or: The Many Ways In Which John Watson Rescues Sherlock Holmes From His Own Idiocy. As we join the boys, Sherlock has sustained an embarrassing injury which only John can treat. Things can only get worse - in a funny, hurt-comfort-sick-fic kind of way!

When John is hit by a car and taken to the hospital, Sherlock waits for him, but his patience grows thin.

John was an unsuspecting prey. Mycroft has something a little more than a crush, and it's getting out of hand. One-sided Johncroft, crack!stalkerfic.

When in a fit of passion Sherlock kills someone, will he find proof that that he is emotionless, or that he always had a conscience, it just took becoming a murderer to bring it out?

John Watson isn't just the first flatmate Sherlock has ever wanted to keep; he's a puzzle. Beta'ed by quean of swords. This is the prologue/teaser to a longer story I'm trying to get organized and written.

He's started taking it again. How he loved the feel of it in his veins, rushing through him like a tide of euphoria, filling his heart with pleasure and his mind with untapped worlds of new thoughts and new ideas. Post-The Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock/Molly

Sherlock and John. Slashyslash. Fluff. I'm not sure this is a good summary, but yeah. The title says it all.

A young journalist shows up on the steps of 221B in the hopes of having an interview with Sherlock Holmes; a man unknown to the public, but certainly a shining figure in her eyes.

Somebody sends John a message. A furry, vicious little message with half an ear and a very, very interesting collar. Loosely follows The Milk Goes Off, but standalone

John in all five stages of grief, in drabble form. Slight hints of John/OFC and John/Sherlock.

The plight of the observant. Sherlock explaining his philosophy about his place in the world, presumably reacting to something John said.

I was doing some writing exercises and came across a 101 uses for... exercise. I thought of how brainy Sherlock would be and then I thought how you could use it, here's the result...

John is hollow. Sherlock is gone. Post Reichenbach. Angst. Third person. I might add some more chapters later if I get more Reichenbach feels

Five months to day after his apparent death, Sherlock receives an unexpected letter.

Tłumaczenie. Lecząc rany po spotkaniu z Moriarty'm, Sherlock i John niespodziewanie odkrywają, jakie dobrodziejstwa mogą płynąć z możliwości używania komórek.

John Watson is struggling to return to normal after The Fall. Reminders of his best friend are everywhere, but John refuses to forget. Will a night of solitude and a desperate curiosity hit just the right notes? Post-Reichenbach/Spoilers. Reviews welcome!

Living with Sick Sherlock may have been Hell, but living with a Sherlock set upon fixing his polyphasic sleep schedule is somewhat akin to attempting to overthrow both Heaven and Hell armed with nothing but three plastic spoons and a rabbit. Explicit

John's leg isn't hurt, and Sherlock is going to prove it. S/J

This is a normal night for John the pain and the loneliness, he cant go on like a broken solider but maybe he can save him. song fic with or without you scala and kolacny brothers.

"Dust is eloquent," he once said. Silence so much more in this case. Post-Reichenbach. Drabble.

WARNING: WEIGHT GAIN if you are not comfortable with this, please don't read! John was some trouble keeping his weight under control during the holidays. Established JohnxSherlock with John as the gainer and Sherlock as the very, very pleased FA

A short poem on Sherlock's thought's as he was watching John at his grave. Post Reichenbach