Post-reichenbach Stories

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

An alternative version of Mycroft and Sherlock scene at the beginning of The Empty Hearse. Less pictures of moustaches, a bit more of angst.

Sherlock Holmes is detective. *ahem* Excuse me, I mean, "The only consulting detective in the world," yes that seems about right...Anywho: He's a downright genius, and can tell what you did at noon yesterday just by the shape of your shoe. Of course, you knew that already, didn't you? Look at you, the smart one! Well, this story that I'm going to tell has many ups, and many downs at that. Sherlock, and possibly his friend John Watson, shall journey on this ride of hills and valleys to discover the true 'lost deduction', which you may find heartbreaking, surprising, horrific, you know - things of that sort. As of course, the tale told shall be focused on the one and only Holmes himself. (Sherlock I mean, not his vastly superior and intelligent brother, Mycroft.) Sorry, where was I? And yes of course, I, Mycro- I mean...a certain Mycroft Holmes will appear in this story, eventually (If it was any opinion of me, I think he should show up more often), along with many of your other favorite and hated characters. If it ever feels as though you are being spoken to, forgive me. Sometimes a narrator tends to break the fourth wall. This story is based highly off of the BBC show, "Sherlock", and has little, if any, correlation to the books (though I find them fascinating, give them a read). Johnlock, as people call it, will pop up, so if you are against that (which I might add is fascinating. I didn't think a person could ever be so dull), please back away now, preferably to another country so I don't have to deal with your, pardon me, lunacy. Without further a do: I present, "The Lost Deduction." Written by grumpyexe and, somewhat, narrated by...oh well, just get on with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - Post Reichenbach Fall. - Trigger Warnings will be at the beginning of the chapter if necessary. - Explicit language - Contains Johnlock, other ships may appear, who knows. - Mystery/Thriller fanfiction - Enjoy!

Sherlock is gone, John has a gaping hole where his left ventricle should be, and he is officially done with voicemails. collection of johnlock drabbles requests welcome!

Sidney wanted adventure more than anything. She's fed up with her boring life. But being kidnapped by evil scientist wasn't the plan, neither was being rescued by the villain. A Doctor Who Avenger fanfic with a splash of Sherlock. (I don't own Marvel, Doctor Who, or Sherlock. I do own most other characters)

Post-Reichenbach. A black cat with icy blue eyes followed John Watson home, hoping to be adopted. Captivated by the smart cat's odd manners, John took the cat in, not knowing the true identity of the lovely cat he just so happened to adopt.

Before the Fall, Sherlock knew exactly how things were supposed to go. Now that he's returned, he finds that things aren't exactly as he thought they would be. John was happy (and somewhat enraged) to see him again, but is hiding something from him. Something... not nice. And the only way to find out what, is to be something Sherlock is still not used to being - a friend.

When John finds himself alone after Sherlock's death, nothing can save him from caving in on himself. Or will something change all that?

Sherlock and John are going through tough times and that is blinding them from the others' feelings. (I know it's a crappy summary, but it's my first fanfic, also sorry if it's bad) *Also: Picture is not mine, credits to owner*

Post-Reichenbach. Sherlock has been away for three years (John has not met Mary at all) and visits the cemetery whenever John is there at his gravestone, hiding behind a tree of course. One day when John says some horrific things, Sherlock decides to reveal he is still alive. WARNING! LOTS OF FEELS! Also, later chapters may have some NSFW content in them. Not many of them are, but there will be a few. I will put a warning at the top of those chapters before you read them. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Post-Reichenbach. Sherlock is dead and John is broken. He has to find a way to cope with his best friend's death. But this might not be easy.

SPOILER ALERT FOR SEASON 2 AND SOME OF SEASON 1 OF SHERLOCK The fall of Sherlock had crushed John's life, his best friend was, gone forever. After three years of Sherlock being dead, John was living a somewhat normal life, missing his friend everyday. One day a guest comes knocking. Molly is standing at the door, she has something very important to say...

Ever since Sherlock's passing John Watson still goes to visit the grave of his friend. But he never could have prepared himself for what happens to him one cold, grey day....

Sherlock has been gone for two years, and John still hasn't moved on. He's scrawny and underweight, not to mention he has been depressed and needs his cane again. Sherlock has been gone for two years, and he hasn't moved on. He still think's of John all the time, and constantly beats himself up about the horrible things he did to his blogger. But this all ends when Sherlock gets a day off, and John decides to visit his grave. Sherlock learns that no matter how hard he tries, he can't live without John. And John learns that love can be found in unexpected places, be it in a high-functioning sociopath, or a fire-breathing dragon with a temper. Just me elaborating on an idea I had. This is NOT all my original idea, and credit to carpetsharks who posted the idea for this on Tumblr. I just became obsessed with the idea, and I have some GREAT plans for this. Also, BBC owns Sherlock and The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R Tolkien and whoever owns the movie(Sorry, I'm a lazy butt and can't find it.)

A few months after the fall John Watson was heading home from work when he spots a familiar someone at the underground train platform.

Molly Hooper waited years for Sherlock to return. After having doubts of whether he was still alive he does return but upon return Sherlock finds that things are very different.