John has a nightmare and needs to be comforted by somebody. The only way he can think how is to climb into bed with our favorite consulting detective.

Mycroft's lack of actual friends has lead to him invite John to his birthday dinner, which John discovers means spending several hours in a manor with the Holmes family. Maybe if Mr. Holmes would stop with the incredibly personal questions and Grandma Holmes' hands didn't wander quite so much, time would be going by a little faster... Crack, oneshot

A ridiculously short oneshot about Anthea-or whatever her real name is.

The elaboration of why Moriarty wanted Carl Powers gone. Oneshot. COMPLETE.

I know it should scare me, how I don't stop to think anymore... Darkfic, Rated T for self-harm and suicide, read at your own risk. No longer a oneshot, as my muse provided Sherlock's POV.

'I often wondered what would have been different if I had reached him...The living are meant to be the lucky ones. But I'd trade places with him any day if I knew that he'd live.' - Because I had to write about what John was going through not knowing. Warning for triggers, spoilers and discussing major character death.

John Watson can't let go.

Sherlock is living in a hotel and he receives a call from a mysterious consulting criminal. After Reichenbach!

Began as a KINK fill, Sherlock non-con John. I decided to twist it a bit. There is an event, there will be shots fired, there will be a fall, there will be pain. This isn't your normal RBF reunion and there is some slashy Johnlock and some Irenelock. Subjects mature, but handled with care. Do not read if you are trigger happy.

Zwykły napad w dzielnicy Soho okazuje się być zagadkową sprawą: ofiara na parę minut przed śmiercią wysłała sms i zamieściła notatkę na twitterze, czego, na logikę rzecz biorąc, czynić nie powinna. Tłumaczenie z języka rosyjskiego.

Slight AU. Scenes from episodes slightly rewritten - how would things have been different if Mike brought Sherlock to the lab to meet John rather than the other way round? Due to long chapters and lack of inspiration, updates are very infrequent - sorry!

Molly Hooper has a boring work day, and is pleasantly surprised by a visitor. Lestrolly fluff!

John gets some new shampoo. Sherlock notices, of course… Johnlock fluff, oneshot. Rather short. Please give it a read and let me know what you think if you have the time! :

When Mycroft suggests Sherlock may be something other than a high functioning sociopath, as his younger brother often claims, how does Sherlock take it? A short introspective piece about how Sherlock may look at himself. This is a two part story with scenes that both pre and post Reichenbach.

Post-Reichenbach. BBC Sherlock.

John has the flat to himself. He's free from being deduce which means he free to think, or in this case he's free to fantasize. What would he come up with in his mind. Has very minor bdsm, and contains masturbation. You all have been warned. This is my second fic, so please be nice and review if you guys are up to it.

Teenage Sherlock has once again been forced by Mycroft to see a psychologist. It seems though that while life may be complicated for Sherlock, he's more interested in being the doctor than the patient. Rated T just in case because this is Sherlock and I may be writing this, but it doesn't mean I have control over his character.

A collection of fifteen things you never knew about Sgt. Sally Donnovan. Fifteen things you never knew about the woman you only see a couple times. The one most people dislike, but if you pay close enough attention, there is a story behind those eyes.

Sherlock and John are at the flat and have only a few minutes before the police will arrive to arrest the consulting detective. This is the conversation that occurs in those precious minutes that the show skipped over. Rated T for brief language within the direct quotes from the Reicenbach Fall.

Mycroft has been watching Greg for awhile now, waiting for the right time and tonight's the night. It's time for Mycroft to make his move. This will be smut as.. soon as I actually get to writing that part.

John decides to meet up with one of his oldest friends, and the man who saved his life, and gets so drunk he has no memory of the night before. Except when John wakes up the morning after, Lestrade is waiting for him and about to arrest him.

The state of a woman's house says a lot about her character. Molly can't go anywhere in her house without being reminded of when Sherlock was there. Post-Reichenbach. Hints of Sherlolly.

This is a companion piece to my story Tea. You should probably read Tea first. Rated T for possible mention of suicide. Don't own wish I did.

This is Lestrade's story, what happened after the fall and how he deals wth the aftermath. Now Sherlock has escaped the medias grasping clutches, Lestrade is the next target in the firing line. Beware Spoilers if you haven't seen the series 2.

John's not ashamed of his scar, so why is everyone else so god damn weird about it? Rated for language.