John can't find his rubber duck... Sherlock rushes to help.

Sherlock Holmes. Two years after the fall, life has moved on and Sherlock finally decided to try and talk to John. But is everything as it seems? (Contains mild drug abuse)

Molly Hooper is Moriarty.

John and Sherlock one shot. Major angst, so be warned.

"They are not like lovers or brothers or even friends. They just are. They are John and Sherlock. They are beyond definition, or outside it, or they are a category unto themselves." John tries - and fails - to put a label on his relationship with Sherlock.

A series of events leading to escualting sexual tension between Sherlock and John. Set at the end of The Hounds of Baskerville, in which John gets drunk in order to try and remove himself from his emotions for Sherlock, which fails terribly. Johnlock. Please Review!

Jim Moriarty had killed himself, and Sherlock had tricked his gunmen into thinking he died. Everyone is safe, right? You can erase the villains in this world, but you can't erase your past. (rated T just in case)

The Shakespearean sonnet version of Alone on the Water, the story that officially wrecked my life.

Jim's take on what he thought about the day he murdered Carl Powers. One-shot, I guess. Rather morbid, but I hope you like it all the same.

Sequel to "The most dangerous Omega in London". Sebastian comes back from a job out of the country to find out that Jim is pregnant.

John recibe la sorpresiva visita de una mujer que hasta ese momento él no conocía… la Madre de Sherlock. Pero a pesar de sus miedos, y la evidente reticencia del detective hacia los miembros de su propia familia… el doctor Watson acabara queriendo a esa increíble mujer. Este fic participa en el desafío 'Tengo que decirles algo' del Foro I'm Sherlocked.

Molly loves playing pretend; to act as if she's no more than a shy pathologist, that the great Sherlock Holmes made her tremble at just one glance. They all believed the facade, never suspecting she was the one causing all the trouble, not the Jim Moriarty she placed in front of the cameras. Her real name was Molly Moriarty, the murderous sociopath.

About an OC girl Sherlock meets after the fall. No romance, but possibly swear words later on, I don't really know what'll go into this so I'll put it as T just in case. I've never done fanfiction before, so I'd appreciate any input! :)

Sherlock pulled Caitlyn down next to him on the old quilt and together they laid back, looking up at the stars peeking through the few clouds still drifting by. Prequel of sorts for the Lost and Found Series one shot.

The first time John kisses Sherlock he receives no reaction. It's almost nothing – an accidental collision of chapped lips against cheekbone and John is not sure it even qualifies as a kiss.

It's turned out to be a wet, grey, rainy afternoon. When John and Sherlock arrive home soaking wet, who knows what could happen? This is my first mature fic, please let me know how to improve this without being nasty. Criticism is welcome, just being a jerk is not.

John Watson has a soul; it appears in every move John makes, every breath, every word he speaks. It is the most exquisite soul any person could possess. If John's soul were to take physical shape, it would be light. If a soul were to take physical shape, it would be John.

Apenas regresando de las Cruzadas, el Caballero John Watson se ve obligado a compartir morada con el enigmático Mata Dragones, Sherlock Holmes; no pasando demasiado tiempo antes de que comiencen a vivir aventuras juntos. / UA PreSlash. Para Deadloss con cariño y mucho atraso. No del todo terminado.

"I could clearly smell the smoke lingering on John's clothing. He positively reeked of it. I was intoxicated, enraptured even, by the heavy aroma of cigarettes and cheap alcohol permeating the air around him—so heavy I could feel it on my fingertips. How is it that the reliable, dependable John Watson came to be a smoker?"

John goes out for a walk only to be followed by the one, the only, Jim Moriarty. What will become of their meeting? *A/N: JohnXMoriarty.* *I don't own any of the characters...I wish I did...but I don't :/*

John's habit of making tea for two has little use, considering his flat-mate has been dead for three years. But he keeps on making that second cup, hoping he'd wake up and it'd be gone. But it never was...

John Watson has been spotting graffiti for the last three years that read "I believe in Sherlock Holmes." (A Johnlock one-shot, post-Reinchenbach)

By chance you come across the charming demon James (Jim) Moriarty..and he just happens to take a shining to you of all people..lucky.. Please excuse my punctuation as English isn't my first language but I really hope you like it! The fic becomes really NSFW in chapter 3. (not yet uploaded) and there is a trigger warning..so don't read it if you're not into that kinda stuff :P

Post-Reichenbach - A year has passed, battles have been fought, and the world has moved on. But John Watson hasn't. Sherlock/John - John/OC - contents of this fic may be triggering - SEMI-HIATUS

John wants to know why Sherlock likes to roam in that sheet.