Sherlock has only ever led a life of luxury, finding that as as he got older the fallacy of being normal was beginning to weigh on him. He didn't fit into the common mold of a rich man, and when it comes time for him to marry, that becomes increasingly obvious. Victor was just lucky to be alive, much less be living in the Holmes manor. His only friend had always been his only secret, and as a servant he had begun to feel special to his master's heart. Jealousy begins to appear, of course, when Sherlock begins to find someone who was special to him as well, genuinely special. Johnlock Viclock

Middle School is hard enough for normal kids. Homework, classes, teachers you don't like, bullies. But Sherlock Holmes is about as far from normal as you can get. He's brilliantly smart, smarter than most of the teachers at Culverton Middle School. He solves homicides faster than Scotland Yard can. He's been given the title of "class freak" by all of the bullies, and is their prime target. And he can't tell anyone what's going on in his life. He'll never be able to tell anyone anything. (Cover art is not mine. All credit to the artist.)

Sherlock is bored as usual. He needs JAWN ACTION for...erm...SCIENCE! Yes. Anyway, I suck at descriptions so just read. Contains Johnlock and rated I don't know because I'm making it up as I go along. Maybe it will get porny ;)

POST REICHENBACH/JOHNLOCK AU. Two years after watching the love of his life commit suicide, John Watson has faded out. Balancing between sleepless nights or facing the nightmares to see Sherlock’s face again; he knows the game is over. But he never had closure. And so, on a bleak Christmas Eve, he visits Sherlock’s grave and says what he should have said but never could. He hadn’t expected a reply; especially not this one. After two years of using the shadow of his demise as a cover to take down a terror network, Sherlock Holmes is back. With his hand hovering over the call button, he waits near his grave to catch a glimpse of John, unsure of how to come home. But one night, somebody makes it easier. The game is on. (Or should I say, “The gay is on”?) BOOK #1 of the SherlockedDoors Subcanon (shitty name, I know, but alliteration calls.) (NOTE: This does not follow the plot of series 3, it goes off in a totally different direction. Though some things have been recently updated to merge with some posts in John's blog and a couple of teasers, I started writing this AAGGGEESSS before series 3 so the reunion scene is different. Anyhow, if you like Johnlock, you'll probably like this. Enjoy!)

John loves Sherlock, Sherlock loves John, but both are too scared to admit it to each other. Follow their story as they solve mysteries, hide secrets, fall out, fall so deeply in love it scares them both. After all, love is a curious thing.

Anthea Boyette is Mycroft Holmes's PA, and all she wants is to do her job, and do it well. But when her normally contained and emotionally vague boss begins pining after someone, and as a result becomes an angsty mess, she finds herself finding ways to try and get them together. After all, who's to say playing Cupid isn't part of her job description?

D.I. Lestrade was on his way to St. Bart's to talk with Molly. He wanted to see if she had found out anything new about a recent case. Once he got there and walked into the lab, what he saw surprised him greatly. Roaming around the lab were five tiny toddlers. After a second or two of trying to figure out why, he noticed they looked quite familiar. He soon realizes that these kids are actually his partners Sherlock, John, Molly, Sally, and Anderson. Not knowing what else to do he called the first person he could think of. Sherlock's older brother, Mycroft Holmes. The two men have to take care of all the toddlers and try to find a way to get them back to normal. They may find something else too... Love perhaps? I don't own Sherlock or the characters. Any fanart Is not mine either. I found most of them on deviantart or google.

“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.”

Mycroft was never the sort of person to help anyone but when he saw the man standing in the rain, suitcases at his feet and tears running down his face, he felt an unusual pull at his heart that urged him to help the man. But just this once mind. DISCLAIMER: Mycroft Holmes and Gregory Lestrade are works of fiction produced from the fabulous minds that are behind BBC Sherlock. Although. Their names are the same and other characters may appear this is story is not based in the Sherlock universe.