John Watson - Wallflower, loves to read, has a small amount of friends, aspiring army doctor. Sherlock Holmes - Popular boy, hiding his abnormal intelligence behind his perfect-boy figure, loved by everyone. When destiny brings the two of them together, what will happen?

When John Watson leaves his abusive father, drunk sister, and depressed mother to go to boarding school in Bromley, his perception of life changes, as does the impression of his roommate, the fascinating, brilliant Sherlock Holmes. ~Fan Fiction- All characters belong to the BBC/ Arthur Conan Doyle~

John hasn't led a very exciting life. That is, until he meets Sherlock Holmes, his roommate at University. On the very first day of their new-found friendship, Sherlock manages to figure out John has PTSD, that his favorite author is mystery writer Agatha Christie, and that John's limp is psychosomatic. After a few weeks of knowing each other, John finally explains what has caused his PTSD induced nightmares without giving too much away, but will that be enough for Sherlock? So, enjoy, like, hate, comment, do whatever you want with it! ALL CREDIT FOR THE COVER IMAGE GOES TO @lickthedetective ! She is amazing, and undeniably talented, so please, please, check her out!

The boy was like the kind of song you couldn’t get out of your head. Not that he minded much, no. Actually, he could listen to him all day if he wanted to. Just lie in bed and close his eyes and forget about everything else. Play over every word and every breath. Was that weird? He asked his friend about it once and the look he received was a cross between sympathy and smugness. “You’ve got it bad, Holmes.” *** ((Johnlock, Teenlock, boyxboy))

John Watson, a blind boy, and Sherlock Holmes, a paranoid schizophrenic, meet in an unlikely situation in a park. A friendship form almost immediately, Sherlock (and his brilliant mind) accepting John. But, John is slowly falling for his male friend. Of course he won't let it show, because Sherlock just doesnt work that way. Or so he thought.

John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken. He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room. Maybe he is. John doesn't know. Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone. John doesn't think so. John thinks he's everything, broken man and all. * Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing. When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does. Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.

A book of Johnlock One-Shots. None of these stories follow on from each other, that's why they're called one-shots. Enjoy!

This is another teenlock! It's a pleasant mix of sexy and fluffy. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Meet Sherlock Holmes- a 15 year old sociopath; arrogant, tactless, rejected, but enjoys a life of solitude and deducing. Meet John Watson- a 15 year old footballer; quiet, popular, caring, but endures a life of isolation and oppression. A transfer from a state school, John pushes open the door of Room 22 to find the most crucial part of his life he never knew existed; a teenage boy with the mind of a philosopher, who just so happens to be able to precisely analyse every detail of John's life, whilst being able to piss everyone else off at the exact same time.