Since I'm obsessed with both The Smiths and Sherlock, I'm combining the two to make... whatever this is. Each fic is a oneshot that is based on a song by The Smiths. Requests for AUs (femlock, teenlock, soulmates, whatever) are welcome because these are going to be kind of random.

Sherlock's experiment has backfired miserably, and their kitchen is destroyed. John is not happy. Sherlock's past rushes back to him, and he has to deal with the memories.

After the Fall, Sherlock spends all of his time tracking down Moriarty's associates and exterminating them. During his last hit, he stumbles upon the last thing he'd expected - a teenage girl. Julia is more insecure than she lets on, and in more danger than either of them realize. Meanwhile, Sherlock has to work to win back John's friendship. Enter Mary Morstan, who only makes the task more difficult.

John Watson sees a beautiful, dark-haired boy smoking against the side of their school gym every morning and every afternoon. He doesn't know the boy's name, he doesn't know the sound of the boy's voice, and he doesn't know why Sebastian Moran is currently using him as a punching bag.

KIDLOCK ONESHOT Paper cards were traded with little giggles; heart lollipops and chocolate candies were handed out like pounds at a currency exchange. Each and every student was laughing or smiling with their friends. Correction: each and every student except for one.

In which everyone's in uni, Irene's having a party, and they decide to play a game of truth or dare. "Have you fancied anyone, and, if so, how many people?" "Yes," Sherlock replied. "Two." "Must've been smart girls, then, to get you interested," John said bitterly. "I- Um, I don't-" Irene laughed. "Oh, please. Sherlock's afraid of vaginas." "Well, that's a stunning way to come out if I've ever heard one," Sherlock muttered. "And there you have it, gentlemen. You are in the presence of a raging homosexual." "Two!" Irene put in. "Count me as a raging homosexual too." Sherlock chuckled. "Yes, two raging homosexuals." "Oh, are we using adjectives now?" Greg asked excitedly. "I'd say I'm a zesty bisexual. Or maybe... maybe amiable. Either way."

Maybe coming out to the club with Harry wasn't such a bad idea, John thought mischievously as he locked eyes with the same curly-haired brunet he'd been admiring for the last fifteen minutes. The only problem was that the man at the bar had waved off everyone who had had the audacity to approach him in the entire time John had been ogling him. Well, there was that and the fact that his leave ended in less than a week. At least John wouldn't be alone in his defeat when the man inevitably rejected him.

John and Sherlock have to chaperone a school dance at Baker Academy.

“Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewelry has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. State of her marriage right there. The inside of the ring is shinier than the outside – that means it’s regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger.”

It's just a regular weekday when John Watson finds himself in the middle of a petty feud between three bullies and one marvelous boy.