John is devastated by his best friend and secret love, Sherlock's death. He copes by visiting his grave every day for sixty days. Will this be closure enough, or will John need more to know that Sherlock has heard his words?

(Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes. The worlds only consulting detective. He loves the thrill of the chase and the praise he gets afterwords. What else? Nobody knows. Nobody knows anything about him, until the mysterious John Watson comes into his life, revealing things that they didn't even know were possible. Yeah, I'm terrible at descriptions, so just read.

Johnlock Teen!lock story In which Sherlock and John are a pair of naughty, flirty and funny teenage boys. A funny twist in the characters! WARNING: LOTS OF FLUFF!! (And maybe later smut if you're lucky!) And more FLUFF because fluff is amazing! The Plot: The Watson family needed to start a new life away from their old home, so upon deciding to move they end up in a new home on the outskirts of London. John Watson is the youngest of the two children with his sister Harry and their Mum and Dad. John is upset with the move and wants to go back to his old home. But something or someone may just change his mind on that... Unknown to him the old treehouse out the back may become one of the most special places in his life. *I do not claim book cover picture. I just edited it a bit* Enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes classified himself in many ways. Consulting detective. High-functioning sociopath. Yet he never thought he would be anorexic. When John notices Sherlock growing thinner, he is desperate to find help. Sherlock moves from crime scenes to clinics, his health deteriorating with each refused meal. John must keep a level-head through Sherlock's panic attacks and physical ailments, but he doesn't know how long he can stay strong. As both men see the worst in each other, they realize treatment may come in the form of the most powerful motivator: love.

Sherlock fell. And John is now trying to pick up the pieces of his broken life. His best friend is gone and he's a raging alcoholic, addicted to nicotine patches and women. What he really needs now is Sherlock... But John doesn't know why. John doesn't even know if Sherlock was real.

Sherlock and John are best friends, and awkward accident at 221B shouldn't change that. Should it? dun dun dun... my awful description... *Read me read me!* shhh, shhh, they will fanfic... they will. I own nothing but the obvious! Thanks to whoever made that epic cover! I guess I should probably mention that this contains season three spoilers.

Even when you're dying, dying isn't an option. Six months to live. That's all Sherlock has left. Naturally, his life starts moving at an even faster pace. Before it slows right down again.

Greaserlock, and who doesn't like a greaser?

Chemical impulses. Sentiment, feeling. None of this holds any meaning to Sherlock. He is, after all, an intellectual and not a romantic. Deemed as irrelevant, a distraction, a flaw and a weakness, the consulting detective has always been able to put up a front to block from the distraction and help him with the work. But now, there is another man, someone who has also put up a facade. Someone who is also hiding from view, a woven, intricate mystery. Everything about him is intriguing and fascinating and Sherlock wants to know more. His criminal counterpart, Jim Moriarty, is someone he is willing to learn more about. And perhaps these sentiments weren't as silly as he thought them to be after all..