Back when he was a little boy, Sherlock Holmes had everything. Until one day, a girl like a feather says No. Mycroft saw it coming, of course. But Mycroft wasn't there. And then there is a man who has been light once, and Sherlock wants so badly it hurts.

ONE SHOT. "So he gives over his attention to the violin, to the placement of his fingertips and the sound of the notes and the feel of wood and strings."

Sherlock and John couldn't wait anymore. They wanted it, they needed eachother more than anything.

Mrs Hudson's niece moves in to help for a while, and causes a strange reaction in Sherlock. Tries to stay mostly canon, with a twist, no spoilers as far as I know

He was absolutely in the wrong place, but was Molly? One-shot, Jim/Molly origins, sequel forthcoming.

That level of genius is wrong.

A drunken game of truth or dare leaves Sherlock forced to play a childish Wii game. Well, he and a few others. Implied John/Sherlock and Mystrade.

Sherlock always knew John was special, incredibly special, and he decided that the Yard should also see how special his flatmate truly is. However; a parental visit threatens to change his view on his doctor completely. John/Sherlock

Mike says when John comments on the state of the labs at St. Barts. He remembers the old days clearly- the folders, the chemicals, and of course that was before Sherlock Holmes...

A closer look into the minds of our favourite characters

Sherlock's been in an accident. John has to deal with what life would be like without the love of his life.

Just a little peppermint-scented drabble about Mycroft and Lestrade's first Christmas together.

A story of Christmas.

The scarlet thread of live was slowly unravlinng, and there was nohing Watson could do about it.

It's a little bit funny/this feeling inside...

A tired Lestrade comes home to find Mycroft waiting for him. Minor sexual content.

In which Sherlock and John start with asking each other about their day, then the chair breaking, and then the stripping of clothing. May possibly add more.

It was absurd, really, that a high-functioning sociopath could be so good in bed. Criminal, even. But then again, this was Sherlock Holmes we were talking about. One-shot. An old classmate reflects on our favourite consulting detective.

My version of the ending of The Great Game - "He would never be bored again."

And believe me to be, my dear fellow, very sincerely yours. - Sherlock Holmes. POST! FALL FIC. WIP following John as he copes through the years after Sherlock's 'death'. Mentions of S/J throughout.

When Sherlock Holmes vanishes at Reichenbach Falls, Jane Watson is emotionally torn apart. S/J. Fem!John.

Moriarty lied at the pool. Of course he had a weakness, and a very much alive and breathing one at that. AU plot beginning at the end of 'The Great Game.'

Detective Inspector Lestrade takes a trip down memory lane, to find Sherlock at all the important stops.It includes my versions of their first meeting, post-ASIP, post-TGG and post-Reichenbach from Lestrade's POV. Last part case-fic... now COMPLETE!

'If you wanted to hear her sing why didn't you tell me'- slightly fluffy, written during a carol concert beneath a choir folder and the skirts of my dress. i suck at summarys,readit already! can be taken as slash but you have to squint...

Christmas shopping, Houdini style!