Summary: John is the oasis to Sherlock's desert.

Title: Folding, Unfolding, Refolding
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters/Pairings: Molly, Sherlock/John, Mrs. Hudson
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,965
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sherlock or get any money out of this endeavour.
Warnings: Some autopsy detail, discussion of death, grief, spoilers for Reichenbach.
Notes: ASiB made me want to write Molly. Reichenbach made me need to write Molly. Also I shamelessly sent my characters to a city I already know so I wouldn’t have to research it. Beta by miss_sabre.
Summary: Molly feels different, afterwards. She feels like she’s lost something, some part of herself that was capable of having a crush on Sherlock that, though pathetic, was at least honest and simple.

"It could be a better day. When the lift breaks somewhere between the third and fourth floors of New Scotland Yard, it gets worse than Hleb missing by a fucking mile."

Summary: John is an army bomb detection dog who has been turned into a human. Angst. No, really, angst.

Sherlock/John
NC-17
~12 000 words
Summary: Pfff, not a particularly complex one: it’s 12K words of Sherlock being very appreciative of how John looks in a suit.

Everything else is just transport.

Mrs. Hudson plays matchmaker for her tenants.

Lestrade thinks Mycroft is only occupying a minor position in the british goverment.

He knows him only as a kind, well-mannered, understanding man as opposite to his younger brothrer.
Mycroft tries his best to hide the fact that he's the british goverment.

here are things about himself that John Watson will never, ever, tell anyone. Not even consulting detectives who might already know.

Embarrassing as it is -- considering Lestrade actually is a decently intelligent and aware person despite what Sherlock insinuates at least twice a week -- he very simply does not notice someone standing in his doorway until the man clears his throat. "Detective Inspector Lestrade?" the man asks as though he already knows the answer.

"It's the name on the desk."

The man's mouth settles with a hint of a smile. It's a bit obnoxious really, the unconscious condescension he exudes; like he knows all the answers to questions Lestrade can't even begin to think of asking. "I'm here about Sherlock Holmes."

(Retelling of persephone)
Everything is so dull," Sherlock says.

"You're the lord of the dead," Stamford says. "Your kingdom is rich beyond measure and grows every day, how can you possibly be bored?"

John is given a chance to take the fight to Moriarty. You know what they say about whoever fights monsters...

In which there is a hunt for a fabricated will, and John learns that Sherlock's regard for him goes far beyond the physical.

Summary: Sherlock has a second job. Because of this, Mycroft thinks Sherlock is heartless and manipulative; John, meanwhile, is inclined to think Sherlock secretly has more capacity for emotional connections than most.

If one is particular about details and semantics, the first time Sherlock waits it is for three days.

Summary: “And just what is the plan, Sherlock?” John shouted. “Go to prison? You assaulted a police officer – no court won’t convict you.” He ran a hand over his face. “What could possibly be worth risking your freedom?”

Summary: Sherlock dons an unusual disguise for a case. John is…conflicted. Character study, casefic, & smut (in that order).

So, a while ago, my best friend and I were talking about kinky Sherlock fics, and how we both generally disliked bondage. Something about it just struck a wrong chord with us, and she decided it was because she didn't think John would appreciate it, at all, because it would probably bring up some war memories for him. She went on to say how she'd love to see a fic like that, so I went on to write that fic for her.