Sherlock prefers to text. Lestrade prefers to call. They compromise - and Lestrade learns to text. Friendship fic.

A sudden unexpected reunion with a supposed dead man, affects both parties deeply.

It's a typical Christmas for the boys of 221B. Written in the second person.

Mycroft dies and leaves Greg a mysterious unmarked CD... Basically a collection of songficcy Mystrade. I suck at summaries. Hopefully better than it sounds.

"You're not afraid, are you?" I whispered, leaning against his shoulder. "No," he replied, and I didn't doubt him. "This is all part of the adventure, isn't it?" John and Sherlock, having reached a good old age, decide they want to die together.

Sherlock and John get into a fight that ends with a bruise on one and guilt inside the other. This is a SLASH story.

There's something unnerving about the fact that all John's flatmate has to do to catch the attention of every nearby member of the human population is splash some water on himself and manage to not scowl. Oneshot, John/Sherlock

Sherlock is called to a crime scene to assess a body, but it appears the new Sergeant, Nicholas Angel is already there, and doing a pretty good job of it! Oneshot. Hot Fuzz crossover.

...and that one time he really, really did. Rated M for safety. Oneshot.

It's hard to ask someone if they like you. *INSPIRED BY THE PROFILE PICTURE OF xXxAralasxXx*

No child loves his vegetables, and neither does Sherlock. But, unlike most children, Sherlock goes through great, avant-garde means to make them disappear. Suffice it to say, John is not amused. Mycroft and Lestrade, on the other hand...

A parody poem about what Sherlock keeps leaving in the refrigerator. It's a bit of a literary buff joke, but I couldn't resist.

Random short stories concerning the difficulties of living with Sherlock Holmes, and Sherlock's genuine but sometimes problematic attempts to make it a little easier. No slash. T for security in future installments.

Sherlock was shocked to see John at that pool. But things are not as they seem. What happened in the pool might expose some secrets that Sherlock has been hiding.

Sherlock is hiding something and John is determined to figure out what. Just a bit of silliness to keep an 8 year old from reading S/J shaggage.

There are some things a man doesn't want to know about his brother, no matter how fond he is of spy cameras. Slash relationship and gratuitous discussion of sex, thank you Sherlock.

He just wanted a warm cup of tea and toast after work but not Sherlock naked in his room. COMPLETE.

Crack fic. John appears to be the only sane one left in London. Based extremely loosely upon my opinion that Molly Hooper is the sniper in 'The Great Game' and that the sniper is Buzz Lightyear so therefore Molly must be Mrs. Nesbit.

Sherlock is always drowning, screaming, and falling, and Mycroft always lends a hand because what else can a brother do? Set after TGG. Warnings for drug use.

John comes home to find a body of the sofa, and Sherlock beside it.

John is kidnapped by Mycroft. Again. Or not? OS, MycroftXJohn

John did not seem terribly interested in explanations or penance at present. He seemed far more focused on the fine sweat he could feel forming at the top of his hairline, the tensing of every muscle in his body and the harsh, ragged quality of his breat

Whipping boy: a child assigned to befriend a young prince, and take punishment for the prince's misbehaviors in his stead. That's one way to make Sherlock listen.

Of first meetings. My first feeble attempt at Mystrade!

Sherlock is sick, injured, and reduced to a mental child... John, Lestrade, and even Mycroft try their hand at getting the consulting detective to behave... but will they succeed? Or is Sherlock just too much for them to handle?