Short stories about a certain Detective and a Pathologist. Requests are most welcomed.-RA.

(Characters from Brother Mine may be used) Having just moved into the heart of London with his family, John Watson couldn't possibly have been more nervous. A new school. A new life. His family has moved into 221C Baker St. A nice little flat with a sweet land lady. One day John comes to the discovery that a lone boy by the name of Sherlock Holmes lives in the above flat, 221B. No one will tell him why he's all alone and how he is so incredibly smart and keen, but he is determined to fall headlong into the boys life. An odd longing to find the dark secrets underneath.

" I'm pregnant." Two words, ten letters. He counts them once, twice, checks to make sure he's heard correctly thrice. He has. She's pregnant.

On a fateful day, Mycroft Holmes decides to go out, something he doesn't do often. To his amusement, he finds Gregory Lestrade, the man he has been watching for quite some time now, intoxicatedly shouting about his brother. Contains mostly a lot of Fluffy Fluf. May imply something that you can call smutty but does NOT CONTAIN SMUT. I don't feel comfortable writing that yet.

"Sherlock Holmes. He was that detective who lived across the street! You roll your eyes at your own stupidity. He was very handsome... Beautiful eyes and cheekbones that could cut someone just from looking at him. Silly you, he'd never like anyone at all.. " Live in the story as you fall for the mysterious detective who no one seems to be able to crack.

Sherlock is out of nicotine patches and his mood is, well you can probably imagine. John refuses to buy him patches because he was just out shopping. Instead he insists that Sherlock eats something and one thing leads to another and ends in a game, which both are far too willing to play.

John and Sherlock are getting more and more confused about their feelings for each other, and those feelings are getting stronger... A sudden turn of events leads to them going on holiday to Tokyo. Anything could happen... (This story is strictly fluffy, so sorry to all the Johnlock smut lovers out there!) *insert quirky catchphrase here*

Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper go to the same school. They live in the same town, on the same street. They've never talked before. They've never even met. But that's all about to change.

(Y/N) (L/N) works for Mycroft Holmes and has for years, but when Mycroft's brother, Sherlock, fakes his suicide, Mycroft needs someone to take his place. He decides there is no one better than (Y/N) who has nearly identical abilities to his little brother, but is she up for the task of replacing the famous consulting detective? The answer to that question is for Sherlock to answer when he returns and tries to find out just who this woman is that has been replicating his life. {Mature Content}

Abigail Watson (daughter of John and Mary Watson) and Hamish Holmes (son of Sherlock and Molly Holmes) have known each other all of their lives. They had grown distant since high school and Abby's boyfriend, Alex Moriarty (son of Jim Moriarty) was so close to her. Too close to her for her protective daddy's liking. One school dance changes both their lives for the better. Abby and Hamish get thrown into the whirlwind of life, love, and hardships.