So this is just a story I typed out on Christmas eve. It's a tad late, but it had to undergo a lot of changes and editing. I hope you enjoy it :

John discovers unexpected details about Sherlock's past, once being slightly more observant. No slash.

A strikingly mysterious woman enter's Sherlock & John's world just at a piviotal moment. Who is she and who's side is she on? My take on what comes next, at the end of The Great Game. Sherlock/OC plans to get steamy later on

John Watson est un idiot. Si si, vraiment.

"Sherlock stares blankly at his computer screen. It hits him abruptly, out of the blue, he has no logical reason for it, not much evidence to prove it. It's gut instinct, but he is positively sure that John has been with a man tonight."

John wills himself to look steadily back into Per's eyes, the pupils blown wide in the low light. There is a ring of gold around the irises, the way Sherlock's are ringed in dark blue. He clears his throat. "You remind of someone."

A simple drabble of Watson and Lestrade are now old men and how they go down to a graveyard to visit some old friends. Only slightly over a thousand words.

Bit of fluff that i wrote at 11pm last night whilst spending time with a bandaged up hand. I wondered what Sherlock would be like if he injured his hand and how he would handle it. Sorry for the rubbish title, i had no idea what to call it.

What happens when one day, Anderson comes in to inspect the bodies and use the lab instead of Sherlock? For my dear Molly ninesjumpersandmanlyjackets tumblr . So sorry it's late. Meritricious!

From my One-in-500 word challenge on Tumblr: one word prompt, 500 word or more drabble.

A light hearted poem about the meeting of John and Sherlock but not the one we all know. You'd think I'd be better at summaries by now but no, I'm still as bad as when I started

Sherlock knows he should tell John that something's wrong. Written for my One-in-500 challenge on Tumblr; one word prompt, drabble of 500 words or more.

All John had wanted was a nice, relaxing bubble bath. But when you live with Sherlock Holmes, things can quickly go awry. One-shot. K for implications.

Floccinaucinihilipilification - the estimation of something as valueless. Written for my One-in-500 challenge on Tumblr: one word prompt, 500 or more word drabble.

He plays for 1,095 days, in the hopes that the notes will swirl over the grey countryside, filter through the murky city streets, and find their way back home. He plays for 1,095 days, and does not stop. Reichenbach fic; Sherlock-centric.

A trip to Cardiff, a visit to the Holmes' place, some horse riding and a few twists along the way. Sherlock and John have really got to work to save the day this time, but will they? Re-do of my other story of the same name. Rating may go up. NO SLASH.

John despairs after Reichenbach.

Sherlock gets himself a late Christmas present. For the One-in-500 word challenge from my Tumblr one-word prompt, 500-word drabble .

Sherlock solves a rather waxy crime. Done for the One-in-500 challenge from my Tumblr one word prompt, 500 word drabble .

Seb and Jim have a romp to Kesha. BDSM. I don't know what I'm doing.

A bomb, a gun, and certain death - until Sherlock opens his mouth and leaves John in the dark. Direct storyline pick-up from THE GREAT GAME.

Anderson ruminates on his animosity toward Sherlock. A One In 500 one-word prompt, 500 word drabble from my Tumblr.

Maintenant postée sur lmds, je peux donc mettre ici ma secret Santa fic pour Taco q ui demandait du fluffy. Donc voila. Slash bien sur. Beta'd par Aeris.

Right after The Great Game, Sherlock finds John badly hurt. He realises how much he means to him. He realises that sometimes even sociopaths can cry.

Sherlock has developed a rather strange obsession with daytime television. John is intrigued. ONESHOT. Minor spoilers for "The Great Game."