Reichenbach Stories

16 months of torture. 16 months of dismantling a network to save his friends. 16 months until he could escape. 16 months, nightmare fuel. 10 months to heal. 10 months of wait. 10 months of hiding. 10 months, no news. Everytime he closes his eyes, memories. Everytime he gets hurt, memories. Everytime he's alone, memories. He can barely sleep. He can barely eat. He can barely hide the pain. Sherlock Holmes is broken. And yet he goes on. No one but his brother knows. Not John, not Molly, not Lestrade, not Mrs. Hudson, not anyone. Everyone thinks he's fine. Until that case... the Brazen Bull. *I put a few ocs in this because I got bored* *I'm sorry if you don't like this, it's my first story* *the dedications are for people who help write this* ---------preview of chapter 1--------- Sherlock had his eyes shut. He had been in his mind palace for over a day now, not getting up from his spot on the couch. John went about as normal, going out, coming back, checking if his friend was still alive. This went on for three days. At first, John seemed to forget his friend was there. That is, until Sherlock leapt up and shouted something he couldn't understand, the little color in his face gone. "Are you okay?" John asked. "Fine. Has Lestrade called?" he said, harsher than intended. There was a knock on the door and he answered it quickly. Sherlock stepped out, closing the door behind him. He seemed to be speaking to someone else, and suddenly stepped back in, rubbing his temples. "Who was it?" John asked. "No one. It's not important. Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked, walking off into the bathroom. "Yeah. As a matter of fact, Lestrade did call. We've got a case."

My theory about what really happened at the end of "The Reichenbach Fall".

My little one shots, I can't say that they'll all be amazing or happy or anything, but I hope you enjoy them all the same.

How did Sherlock Holmes survive the fall? Fans have come up with theories, some amazingly absurd, but none have been quite right. With Sherlock's last hours coming up, he writes all of it down. He writes it for one person. No one else will see this letter, not Mrs. Hudson, not Lestrade. John Watson will be the only one to see this letter.

"Pray that your loneliness will spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for." ~ Dag Hammarskjold. Post Reichenbach.

A Sherlolly one-shot about the night before the Fall.

Time went by for Sherlock after faking his suicide. His only purpose was to desintegrate Moriarty's Network...so he could go back to John.

After spending three years without his blogger, Sherlock finally believes it's safe to see him again. Watson's been depressed since Reichenbach, and starts to take drastic measures. Will Sherlock make it to his John in time? Or will Sherlock be too late? {written in poem form} {I wrote this after watching Reichenbach for the 16th time recently.... I was overcome by my Johnlock feels.}

2 years later, 2 years late.

What i want to have happened after the Reichenbach fall.

This is post Reichenbach Fall and is based off of the song "Say Something," by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera. Disclaimer: I don't own the song or Sherlock stories. So yea.

What if John and Sherlocks roles were reversed in the Reichenbach Fall? What if Moriarty had brought John up to the rooftop, knowing that Sherlock’s heart would be burned if he lost his blogger? How will Sherlock cope with the loss of his best friend? How will John get through waking up being saved by Mycroft, but not being able to talk to Sherlock for 2 years? And what will happen when they are finally reunited again?

A post-Reichenbach fic of John's reaction to Sherlock's fall and his "coping". Very short, but because of season 3 I am now adding another two chapters dealing with Sherlock's return and reaction (loosely based on Empty Hearse). AN: I am very sorry for this! Its extremely sad and almost had me in tears while I was writing it. I'm also sorry for any mistakes and such. I have no beta and I can't catch all of them myself. But please enjoy the story, well as much as you can when its utter sadness.

Sherlock fanfiction. 'L'Appel Du Vide' is a French idiom meaning 'the instinctive urge to jump from high places'. Sherlock on the night of the Reichenbach Fall.

This is set after the Reichenbach fall. Involves mild sheriaty... would be T for violence. Please read&review- I appreciate any comments... even if they are slightly mean!!!

two years. two years, three days and twelve hours since the famous consulting detective threw away his life to save his friends. irene adler; safe in france, a new identity and life after the sociopath who stole her heart saved her life. for a heartless, cold genius who has no emotions, sherlock holmes seems to care more than a sociopath should about people. now that he's dead, irene is left with a broken heart and no desire to live. why should she continue?