It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feeli...
Book Two. After his fall from fame and the roof of Bart's, Sherlock must remain in the shadows while he endeavors to dismantle Moriarty's network. Molly and Mycroft are his only anchors. As the two years stretch on, Sherlock finds himself seeking the comfort of Molly more and more. When he returns, he finds he isn't q...
Book One. Sherlock and Molly have known each other for years. They went to uni together. Things... didn't exactly end well. But they're working together again and it looks like it might work out. Except, Molly's still madly in love with Sherlock and Sherlock is well... Sherlock. As their present mimics their past, the...
Another fanfic about the detective on 221B Baker Street...Sherlolly fluff and one shots<3
Molly Hooper was never one to speak her mind. She was just an ordinary girl, living her life in the shadows, hoping to go through her junior year of high school, unnoticed. That is, until she met Sherlock Holmes, a boy quite far from ordinary. He's silent, he's cold, and he's what others might call, "a psychopath". D...
As they each struggle with their own addictions, Sherlock and Molly realise how human each other are. **Pre-Reichenbach** P.S. Cheers to the creator of the cover. I got it off Tumblr.
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 t...
“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”