A songfic based on the beautiful song by Sleeping At Last called 'From The Ground Up'

My friend wanted me to write them some one-shots Johnlock. You're welcome, Poob.

Jim Moriarty gets bored. Molly Hooper gets lonely. They're just two planets revolving around the brilliant sun that is Sherlock Holmes, drawn in by his gravity. And his light. But everybody needs distractions...

The party was a high society one, of course, and everyone who was anyone in the gentry was there. Lords and Ladies and Pop Stars all gathered in the exquisitely appointed rooms, sipping their drinks and making conversation in glittering dresses and perfectly fitted suits. Ugh, it was so boring.

Sherlock finds it hard to express his romantic feelings, so he keeps a secret online diary where he posts letters to John. One day John discovers said diary. That's when everything changes. Post Reichenbach.

Sherlock and Irene through the years. AU. One-shot.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." And John obediently followed his new owner into the bedroom, thanking Moriarity silently in his head. He was Sherlock's loyal pet and nothing would stop him from always coming back for more." Sherlock/John sequel to Loyal Pet. Small D/s relationship

"And now he was here. Standing in a silent cemetery in front of the grave of the only man he had ever really cared about. The only man who made him feel alive, who had saved him from a life ridden with nightmares, loneliness, a psychosomatic limp, and a therapist who should have been fired long ago." John/Sherlock slight slash

In which Sherlock and John go on a camping trip... and John is smart at three in the morning, Sherlock is probably just a little bit impressed, and going with the obvious answer here is the best choice, after all.

It's been two years since John Watson's visited 221B Baker Street. Now that he's finally worked up the courage, what will he find there?

In which Dr. John Watson and Sherlock world's-only-consulting-detective Holmes stumble upon Tumblr.

Post-Reichenbach, pre-Empty House, John getting on with life and missing Sherlock, NO SLASH. A bit of an experiment, actually. I wanted to see how much story I could write without using a single line of actual dialog...Comments welcome.

What if Sherlock wasn't real? What if everything that had happened was all just a figment of John's imagination? A way for him to cope?. Rated T for some language and possible content later. Johnlock.

He had pretended to die. Never quite got there, of course. What he hadn't anticipated was that dying wouldn't be a one-time thing. Dying was a process, a slow, empty agony. Post-Reichenbach. Oneshot.

Sherlock notices a change in John after the two of them survive a shooting and tries to figure out what's wrong.

Some months after Sherlock's death, John returns to the flat to collect his things.But there, amid the old sculls and abandoned instruments, John finds somethings entirely different. Reunion fluff, but still in character. : read it!

Molly is tired of being a doormat and is ready to take action. Martial Arts classes are only the first step and the men in her life had better watch out! *STORY COMPLETE*

Why John decided to join the army.

Sherlock performs an 'experiment' with a little help from one Molly Hooper. The question remains, is this an actual experiment, or something much more deep-seeded?

The temperature outside has plummetted and, whether by accident or design, the heating in 221b is faulty. But John is warm, and Sherlock is of the opinion that he should share. Established Johnlock fluff.

The rain pounds harder, and John is lost. Sometimes, it takes a chance encounter and an odd man's kindness to bring out the things he has known all along. Post-Reichenbach. Oneshot.

Just a little missing scene. From The Reichenbach Fall. What happened after Sherlock told Molly he needed her. Possible spoilers. Possible ch. 2 Molly's POV to come later. Tell me what you think.

A 221B drabble: 221 words total, the last of which starts with the letter 'b.' One shot.

Immobile, il attend que quelque chose arrive. Un bref bruit, une respiration, une distorsion dans le silence du lit qui n'est pas le sien. Léger Slash Sherlock/Moriarty!

Sherlock adore fouiner sur les scène de crimes, récolter les indices, retourner quelque cadavres, mais cette fois-ci, il va trouver une surprise de taille qui lui fera réviser son jugement sur les autres.