“Love is a psychological and physiological phenomenon, made of synapses and hormones, endorphins and dopamine receptors, pheromones, experiences, commonalities, mutual attraction. Not the muscle of the heart. Inexact metaphor. Designed for poetry, not accuracy.” First person, present tense story told from Sherlock's point of view. Written in early 2011, prior to series 2.

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?" A post-Reichenbach BBC Sherlock story. First person present tense.

What if the perfect duo of Holmes and Watson had met differently? What if John had been hired by Mycroft to look after his little brother? What if... "Mr. Holmes," John exclaimed with astonishment written across his features. "You can't be serious." "This isn't complicated, I assure you. All that I'm requesting is for you to befriend my brother and become his flat-mate. You will still have your regular life. Your past with the MI-6 will become rather useful with protecting Sherlock from harm with his array of detective work and crime fighting." John couldn't ignore the way his heart's jumped at the last part. He struggled to keep his face straight and look at this rationally. "And what if your brother doesn't like me? We might not be friends." Mycroft sighed. "Then I will remove you from this job and ask someone else to try," he replied smoothly. John was going to reject the offer when Mycroft interrupted. "Mr. Watson, I am aware that you want something more then your dull civilian life. This is the offer that you've been waiting for." Still uncertain, John wavered. He decided to at least take a look at the file Mycroft handed him seconds ago. Nothing caught his eye as he flitted mindlessly through the pages. Then his eyes landed on the photo and John's breath caught in his throat. His sharp cheekbones and impossible eyes were undeniably the ones of the breath-taking man he had bumped into on the street earlier.

Mrs.Hudson is hosting yet another Christmas party at the two men's flat boring Sherlock to death,yet until they discover another way to get the detective in a jolly mood.

After John finds out Sherlock's death was fake, everything is okay for him, but on the other hand, Sherlock is slowly destroying himself with alcohol and drugs. John is trying his best to try and help Sherlock, but so far he is having no luck... until suddenly John discovers Sherlock's love for him.

Sequel to Luck Goes Both Ways One year after John Watson escaped the Hunger Games, he and his mentor, Sherlock Holmes, embark on their victor tour. But with the coming of the 75th games, the mysterious Quarter Quell looms ahead of them, and they might just be back in the arena sooner than they had anticipated... Johnlock fluff MorMor

John has found out about Sherlock's self harm and is left baffled as to how to tell Sherlock about his own secret. *TRIGGER WARNING*

John has the perfect life, he has a beautiful wife, a adorable little kid, and a large, cozy house. He hates it to death. Sherlock has the worst possible life, his job as a second grade teacher is more like purgatory and he could count the people he liked on one hand. When the two meet there is no way anything could happen? Right? Johnlock fluff Two separate point of views marked either John POV or Sherlock POV Credit to the artist who drew the beautiful cover (I love it to death btw)

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.. Friends? Colleagues? Partners? Lovers? Who knows? Maybe their text messages will reveal something. . Disclaimer: I do not own the adorable picture used on the cover. If anyone does know the original artist please let me know.

"Honeybees." Sherlock found himself murmuring softly into John's hair, fingers curling in the woolly fabric of the short man's jumper. "We'll keep honeybees, and I'll serve you the freshest honey with your tea every day. I'll give you honeycombs too. And we'll set up a clinic, just for you, your own private clinic, just for you, John. We'll still solve crimes together, of course, maybe go back to London a few times, but I can do most by email." he paused, feeling his heart swell in his chest, feeling it rise up his throat and he was babbling now. "We'll have a dog, of course, a loyal one. A perfect one, John. And-" He was silenced by a pair of thin, warm familiar lips against his own and a soft laugh. "Sherlock, calm down. We can think about that later, okay?" the words were just a ghost of breath between them. "For now," a hand was sliding down his chest and Sherlock practically purred. "For now, we'll worry about right this second, okay?" Sherlock's eyes fluttered shut, a pleased smile coming across his features as he sought out John's lips once again. "Okay." ((Warnings: Johnlock, boyxboy, possible eventual smut, fluff. Like seriously, so much fluff. Kidlock Teenlock Marriagelock.))