When Sherlock jumped off the roof of Bart's, there was no back-up plan. No trick. He hit the ground and died, and now he haunts London and dreams of playing his violin one last time.

Mycroft and Sherlock are headed home for Christmas when tragedy runs a red light, and Sherlock loses his big brother. Warning: Character Death, Brother Feels.

Rencontre alternative, AU. John se fait enlever par Mycroft alors qu'il discutait tranquillement d'un colocataire potentiel avec un ami perdu de vue, et ne comprend franchement pas ce qui se passe. Et l'arrivée d'un nouvel inconnu absolument furieux ne l'aide en rien.

"What happened to us Sherlock?" John placed a steaming cup of tea into his long time friend's hands. Together each took a sip from his own cup and contemplated the question posed even deeper, letting the warmth of the slow-burning fire fill up the quaint room with wonderful thoughts. No Slash/Vulgarity. Friendship.

Molly Hooper has just found out that her ex-boyfriend is Jim Moriarty. After being challenged to 'one last game', Molly is scared but determined to solve this on her own, without anyone else's help. Can Molly come out of her shell and beat Moriarty at his own game? T for mild language and some violence.

Oliver lives a normal student life. That is until the best friend of his roommate convinces him to ask Oliver out. One tragedy leads to another and not even one year later the serial killer "Mantis" roams London. Oliver rather likes the nickname. What he doesn't know, though, is that two geniuses have watched the murders closely and are circling in. Who will get to him first?

This is what happens when you watch Scooby Doo with the kids while thinking about Sherlock. IDK!

The one thing unchanging in this volatile world was Molly Hooper...or so he thought.

Gran had warned him he'd end up badly if he kept on the way he was going. He ought to have followed her advice. (Outsider OC POV, Missing scene for "The Reichenbach Fall")

Sherlock peered at John from beneath dark lashes, sharp eyes knowing, lips tilted at the corner. "You think I don't know your secrets." Leaning close, the man placed his lips to John's ear, soft lips brushing at the cartilage there. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Set right where series 3 ends. Moriarty returns and goes after Sherlock's heart attacking the one person who counted the most. *Warning: Some graphic violence and mentions of torture. No coarse language, but mature situations are included.* Disclaimer: I own nothing but my story. The BBC proudly owns the Sherlock series.

Post-The Empty Hearse. John was glad to have his best friend back, he truly was. He just had to deal with the sudden urge he had sometimes to actually kill Sherlock himself. The sudden urge to ask him to please, never leave again. It was all making him mad. And he had a wedding to plan.

De como cuando el se quedan atrapados en el elevador y se trata de mantener la calma de distintas maneras.

"We've got a problem, Doctor Watson" "Hello to you too, Mycroft. What can I do for you?"

How we think Sherlock and John sleep and how they actually sleep.

Molly has gone away on a well deserved holiday. But what will this lead to with a certain Consulting Detective?

Sometimes all you really need is a simple gesture to know that someone cares. Sherlock x Molly collection of connected one-two shots that surround my AU. Read first one to get an idea.

When Selena Brooks meets Sherlock Holmes, she is certain she would never be able to stand him. But when Moriarty is threatening not only Sherlock, but herself as well, she must take things into her own hands.

Molly and Sherlock have just returned from seeing the performance of Hamlet at The Barbican.

A Remembrance Sunday fic in honour of all old soldiers. A post-Reichenbach, pre Empty Hearse story. Please review (please be kind). Rated T for language, though it is no worse than the actual show.

"Tu fais semblant de croire que l'univers gravite autour du soleil, mais tu sais bien que c'est autour de toi." [Participation au Challenge d'août du Collectif NONAME]

This story is heavy duty so be warned. Rape, duc-con etc. I DO NOT CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOUR. This is only fantasy. An interpretation of mine about Mycroft and Greg's relationship.

Le tailleur habituel de Sherlock a engagé un apprenti, et le détective en soupire d'avance. C'est bien la peine de se faire faire un costume neuf si c'est pour qu'un jeunot inexpérimenté sabote le travail...

"You're Sherlock Holmes, wear the damn hat." [Teaser trailer compliant to The Abominable Bride.]

Mary Morstan did not have a mission. She did not have an identity to step into. Mary Morstan was, in face, a blank slate. Inspiration while facing a blank slate is almost always curiously low. Mary centric Warstan.