"John finds it unbelievable. All of the dangerous people they've faced, all of the insane situations they've been in and it's a knife wielding mugger hopped up on drugs that nearly kills Sherlock Holmes." Oneshot, whump.

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"Yeah, well... Why are you on an escalator?" "It's out of order." "Yes, I can see that, but-" John stopped and just looked at Sherlock. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows. "Problem?"

"I'm not acting like a three year old," he huffed, trying to sneer, but pouting angrily instead. John pressed his lips together, seemingly making a decision. "Right. Get up, Sherlock. You're coming with me somewhere."

"This is your own fault, you know." The glare that came next was only for John and looked at if it could have set his hair on fire. John shook his head with a nearly happy expression. "Your fault," he stated again.

What happens when "just one of those days" turns into a living nightmare? Rated for room to play...title subject to change...NON-SLASH...in Hiatus until I work out the plot.

C'est un jour spécial pour John... Sherlock veut marquer le coup. Je vous laisse découvrir.

"Dr. John H. Watson was the one mystery that The Great Sherlock Holmes could not solve." Contains slash -Sherlock/John- and spoilers for episode 3.

Sometimes, on the very worst of nights, the only thing that can quiet Sherlock's mind is the sound of Lestrade's voice.

A dear John letter from Sherlock Holmes to Doctor John Watson. Implied character death/slash/ a case of the weepies. Rated T for sadness! ONE SHOT

And the worst part, the absolutely irrevocably undeniably worst part, its working. Sequel to A Medical Concern.

Molly non era brava a relazionarsi con le persone, men che meno con Sherlock, ma forse sarebbe riuscita ad esprimersi sulla carta, e quella lettera speciale pareva fatta apposta per lei. Molly and the letter from Bohemia.

Maslow's hierarchy in relation to Sherlock Holmes, and how he views the so called five basic needs. Drabble/oneshot

John truly is sorry for letting Sherlock down. The only thing he wanted to do was finish the case, but bleeding out in a dark alley makes it harder for him to pursue that murderer running out of sight.

Sherlock is alive. Lestrade punches him for it. He's probably getting off lightly.

Post-TGG. A few months after Molly finds out who Moriarty is, she also finds out that she's pregnant with his child. It forces her to have faith in people she never thought she could trust and to find strength in herself she never thought she possessed.

Three years before Sherlock had ever learned of the existence of Moriarty, Molly had met Jim. It was a mistake, truly, but if she was really being honest, she'd say it was her greatest one.

Holmes is smart. Holmes is very smart. But as a string of murders evolves in London, a new story begins to unfold, and a new game begins. He is put to the test by the infamous Jack the Ripper, and neither will stop until it's checkmate.

Sherlock is alive. John punches him for it. He's probably getting off lightly.

Life had not treated Mrs. Hudson well. It made up for it, a thousand times over, by sending her Sherlock Holmes.

50 sentence challenge, some of it fluff, a lot of it angst and death, mostly Shwatsonlock, but some just bromance, or some just the seperate men. Better than I'm making it sound, I'm sure. xD

No situation is ever what it seems, so why not apply that same logic to people? They are, after all, only human, and therefore, flawed. A series of snapshots into the personal lives of various characters. A collection of short drabbles.

My various minifills from Sherlockbbc fic. Ratings range from K-M depending. Warnings for possible triggers, drug use, rampant crack, and overall gayness.

A little bit of alcohol now and then can help get a person unwind. Especially if that unwinding involves erattic sex with a detective inspector *oneshot, pre-John, pre-Mystrade. Contains mild language and great sex*

Title says it all. Sherlock announces to John that he's an alien. slash. John/Sherlock