Right after the Baskerville case, our heroes get caught in a storm and have to room for the night in a large house with a lady named Nicola Pennington. She is a historian, a well-grounded lady who moonlights as a paranormal investigator. Slight paranormal twist, more of an introductory meet and greet fic with more to come!

"We were born sick," you heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes, She tells me "Worship in the bedroom." The only heaven I'll be sent to, Is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, But I love it, Command me to be well. Amen. Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife...

An outsider's view of Sherlock 'convincing' Molly Hooper to let them examine a body for clues. (Couple of instances of minor bad language)

All she yearned for was the simple threads that could bind them together.

Sherlock is once again spending the night at Molly's flat, but this time he's having trouble sleeping. Sherlolly.

But Innocence is downright lethal. An extremely sad little drama that I cooked up on the spur of the moment. K plus for a death, please read at your own risk.

Post Reichenbach Fall. Sherlock is needed back in London but he's been dead and gone too long and he's losing himself. Irene may be the one person who knows what that's like.

Sherlock shows his son what it means to be a consulting detective. Molly doesn't like the idea of her son traipsing around crime scenes. But when a secret from their past comes back to haunt them, will they tell their son the truth or will their family be forever divided? Sherolly! Warning: This story gets very angsty! On long Hiatus...

Jim Moriarty definitivamente no puede estar celoso. ¿Por qué debería?

Sherlock shares his feelings for Molly - with his violin.

John realizes just how intoxicating it is when Sherlock looks at him with those shy, pale eyes. / Sequel to The First Touch / Dom!John Porn With Feelings / Virgin!Sherlock

Deux hommes en perdition et une psy insupportable - Joyeux anniversaire à l'incroyable AmeliaTheFujoshi !

A peek into John's life after the fall. Why won't the past stay in the past?

Sherlock observait le ciel, allongé sur le dos, dans un calme absolu. A 25 ans, il avait enfin trouvé la solution à ses problèmes. Plus exactement, une solution à 7%. Celle qui lui permettait de réfléchir en paix, enfin.

Porque en contadas ocasiones el amor a primera vista si existe.

Sherlock Holmes hadn't believed in any higher power since he was a small boy. Or so he thought. Until the morning he and Molly Hooper found themselves reunited in a manner much like the way they first met, eight years earlier - standing over a corpse at a crime scene.

Irene's thoughts when she was about to die.

"A solemn hallow echoing of his voice was the lone reply. He sighed. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself alone and stranded in some strange part of the city wondering where he was after a frantic chase for an elusive clue. Was it worth it?" One-shot inspired by the song, 'Trip the Light'. Dedicated to I'm Nova.

Sherlock is a single mother who needs a flatmate in order to move into a bigger flat with her daughter. Problem, no one bothers to see the flat once they know she has a daughter. Jean is an ex-soldier looking for a flat-share and excitement. Problem, her life is extremely boring and she can't walk normally. The three end up being what each other needs. A/N: FEM-SLASH.

OS. John Watson adorait les femmes. Ce n'était un secret pour personne. Et pourtant… JohnStrade. Slash.

Porque han sido momentos, donde los pensamientos han sido los mismos, pero ellos dos no lo querían admitir. Mystrade! Este fanfic participa en el "Intercambio por el 3er aniversario" del foro I am sherlocked.

Sherlock thinks he knows what he's doing. He thought about his problem, and he came up with a plan, and then he shared this brilliant plan with John, and John (eventually) agreed to it. The problem is that sometimes, Sherlock is a giant idiot who never explains things properly, and John keeps forgetting about that.

They never meet properly.

"Meredith, vous la mère de Mycroft et Sherlock Holmes, il y a eu au ciel et sur la terre beaucoup de choses que n'ont jamais soupçonnées vos mathématiques." qu'ainsi on me permette de paraphraser Hamlet pour introduire ce modeste recueil de drabbles HOLMESCEST publié à l'occasion de l'anniversaire de la talentueuse Amelia theFujoshi.

Molly and Mary seem to be having two completely different conversations. What will happen when they finally get on the same page? Matchmaker Mary! Sherlolly galore! Fluffy fluff! Rating for a couple of naughty words. *one shot*