"It's you. It's always you." "You and I, John." A series of short, interrelated drabbles about Sherlock and John's relationship, at different moments and all fitting a similar "You and I" theme. Johnlock.

The papers wrote it was tragic and shocking and horrible. But, oh, they were wrong. It was a love letter. Post-Reichenbach Fall not yet beta'd

A collection of half-forgotten meme fills, with a disproportionate number of crossovers and at least a fifty percent chance of being utter crack.

Londres2. Año 2437. Solo una persona tiene informacion sobre la estación espacial Reichenbach: Jim Moriarty, en paradero desconocído.Y tras 100 años de guerra,el tiempo se les está acabando.JohnxSherlock M por sexo,droga,violencia,gore,lenguaje etc...

*post-reichenbach and unbetaed* small ficlet where John realizes that the man sitting on his couch his not the usual hallucination.

The things grief can do to a person are horrific, even more when you know you can't get over their death. John/Sherlock, Post "The Reichenbach Fall". Based on a song called "Over You" by Miranda Lambert.

- Creo que hasta Donovan se quedó impresionada. Sólo teníamos una muestra de sangre hace dos días, y un cuerpo esta mañana. Casi no había ni una sola prueba. / - Ahora hay dos cadáveres. /- Los cuentos de los Grimm no siempre terminan como nos esperamos.

It took awhile for John to realise quite how human Sherlock was.

Introspective one-shot of the relationship between Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft POV - "I have looked upon the face of the Devil – and sold my brother to it" AU as of series 3. COMPLETE (for now).

Post-Reichenbach possible spoilers. John is being haunted by heroes of his past and he joins the war to escape them. But heroes like that don't leave you, and war can create new heroes to haunt you. JOHNLOCK. All war characters are mine.

Sherlock is thinking about how he would never leave John. Another fic based on the fabulous art of 'thebritishteapot' on tumblr.

This is a story I literally came up with whilst trying to get to sleep. It's what I thought should have happened when Sherlock got drugged by Irene Adler and some Angst!John. There are chunks of text from 'A Scandal In Belgravia'.

Small, reflective drabble set post-Reichenbach. Title swiped from T.S. Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'.

When I'm alone in a cold dark room, there is still someone that I can tell my troubles to. Been a while since I have written anything, first fic of this fandom so a bit of introspection to break in the characters. Hope you like.

Sherlock finds himself in an abandoned building. He realizes John is missing, and goes to find him when he comes across an unknown enemy.

It had been three years since Sherlock Holmes had jumped off the roof of Bart's, and Sebastian Moran finally had the opportunity to make Sherlock suffer for Jim's death. MorMor drabble

After the explosion at the pool, Sherlock realizes something important.

As the great Sherlock Holmes falls, will John Watson ever tell him how he feels?

Kiedy na Baker Street pojawia się 'niedojrzały osobnik płci żeńskiej' wszystko może zwiastować tylko zbliżającą się apokalipsę, ale może powrót do nastoletnich lat, jest tym, czego potrzebuje detektyw?

This is the first time ever that John's spent a night away from Baker Street. Sherlock encounters himself and is vulnerable. Oneshot. Post-RB. Angst.

This is my toughts my final moments of the day, the day I took a bullet for sherlock holmes. WARNING CHARACTER DEATH

Only one was going to come out alive and he was going to make sure it was him. WARNING CHARACER DEATH.

John has nightmares. His dreams are more vivid than life. Locked in a hospital, on his way to a secure unit, Moriarty on his tail... Molly is the only one he can trust. He needs to find out who the man in his dreams is. Who is the man with the blue scarf?

Just a little one-shot fluffy fic meant to ease the pain post-Reichenbach . Please read and enjoy !

Short, post Reichenbach, angst. *Drug use* Passed out on the bathroom floor of 221B, Sherlock reflects, and he soon wishes he hadn't. Eventually, it justs gets too much.