"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

This is a one-shot based off a prompt a follower sent me on tumblr: "Sherlock and John making out on the couch and Mycroft walks in on them." I hope you all enjoy! ;)

"John... John... John..."

Sherlock babysits John's nephew and makes a hash of it. John steps in to save the day and realises how he feels about Sherlock in the process.

Sherlock was a little boy who lived with his mother and father and older brother. The problem was, everyone insisted that he was a little girl named Andrea. This little boy grew up to be a man, like he was supposed to. Not everyone liked that.

[Takes place two years after Sherlock jumps] John hasn't been the same since that terrible day two years ago. He tried moving on, he really did. But it never worked. As much as he never wanted to admit it, atleast, until sherlock jumped, is that John had loved Sherlock. No, he loves Sherlock. What happens when his best friend shows up after two years of faking his own death? Will John wish he really had died? Or will his feelings show?

A theory on what could have really happened during the fall that my friend and I came up with.. A really short Johnlock thing. Hope you enjoy.