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Sherlock Series 4 came to television on Jan 1st 2017. This is set after that. It's an AU which stands for Alternate Universe; the change to canon is that Mary does not have a child and John is moving on with his life after her death. Moriarty is dead and no more. This is intended to be a happy ending after the tragedy of Series 4, and hopefully the books too (Thank you to the late Arthur Conan Doyle). I wish to do both these works justice - not to devalue what happened, but simply to re-contextualise.

It is important to note that Sherlock Holmes, in this particular work, is neurodivergent.

Enjoy.
 
If you want to read this on another platform you can find the me on Archive Of Our Own with the username twinkling_lights, and on Fanfiction.net as twinklinglights29.

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Unbelieving (A Johnlock Fanfiction) by TheSherlockedOne

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]

The Revenge of Moriarty - A Sherlock Fan-Fiction Screenplay by Elinor_Nobody

To be very clear, I do not own Sherlock or any of the Sherlock characters. This is a work of fan-fiction. I actually wrote this a year and a half ago, months before The Abominable Bride premiered, but I've always been too scared to post it. But now, only three days before the premiere of Sherlock Season 4, if I'm ever going to post it, it has to be now, before Season 4 either confirms or contradicts what I have written here. Basically, Mary has her baby, but Moriarty returns to take his revenge. This story is very angsty, but it gets better towards the end, despite a well-loved character meeting her death. There is some Johnlock and some Sherlolly, so shippers of those ships might have some mixed feelings about this story. This story has been written as a screenplay.

It's Not Real by WestwoodsDevil

"I need a favour." "Do come in, Sherlock, of course I'm happy to see you, anything I can help you with?" "Yes. I just said, I need a favour." "I was being sarcastic." "Really? Well, I still need a favour. Will you help?" "I don't even know what you want." "I need you to be my girlfriend." {fake dating fic - we pretty much ignore half of series 4}

Darkness Changes... (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) by Half-Blood_Holmes

Sequel to- Darkness Follows... (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) Darcy Byrne, surprisingly intelligent and somewhat insecure, in the clutches of one Jim Moriarty. Was she working for him or not? Was the incident at the pool just a plot pieced together by Moriarty to get to Sherlock? Now away from Baker Street, how will she cope? Without Sherlock, without John and living under the roof of a seemingly cold hearted dominatrix, who has her heart set on making a lady out of Darcy. A terrible decision really. And when Moriarty is practically controlling everything, will any decision she makes make any difference at all? Will she ever return to 221B Baker Street and assist in any of the cases yet to come? Or stay on the wrong side of the yellow tape indefinitely? ~~~~ Not completely edited yet. Started- 2 March 2016 Finished- 9 September 2018

Sherlock's Heart by HarrietSwan98

(WRITTEN BEFORE SEASON 4) What if Sherlock had a daughter? Well he does, a two year old daughter to be exact and she is the sweetest thing in the world! When the girls Mother dies the police find out that The Sherlock Holmes is the little girls Father and now it is up to him to care for the child... But what happens if Moriarty learns about the little girls existence? ~ The plot is my own creation and so is Sherlock's daughter, the other characters are not owned by me. Please do not steal my ideas or character. I have written Sherlock a little differently to the original ~ Please comment your thoughts!!

Sherlock's Long Lost Daughter {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 1} by PineHoultBatch

If your mother had been killed, where would you go? If you received a strange text, would you trust it? If you'd never met your father, would you wonder why? Madeline's life gets turned upside down one fateful day when her mother's life was brutally no more. She runs away, yet with no destination or aim. That being said, until she receives a mysterious text. She decides to go along with it, considering she has nothing else to go on. She would never have guessed in a million years who she would finally meet at last but the elusive consulting detective from the papers...except for one minor detail, she's his daughter. What will the cold-hearted detective do when he indeed finds his long lost daughter that he didn't even know existed?What will happen when a devilish consulting criminal decides to finally step out of the shadows and shed some light on the matter? What will happen upon the pulse raising return of the impossible? One girl. One devastating death. One detective. One criminal. ...One devastating and heartbreaking series.

Daddy Loves You by KittieKathie93

**Companion piece to An Unlikely Romance (some chapters will run along side each other from both fics)** John Watson is an army doctor and married to his childhood sweetheart; Mary, who is finally expecting a baby after five years of trying. But after getting shot in Afghanistan, John is invalided home and it's almost like fate as just two days later, Mary is taken to hospital to give birth to their baby. But what will happen when tragedy strikes? A chance encounter with the mysterious Sherlock Holmes could be the start of something amazing.

Sherlock, Dinosaurs! by LollyScotch

What if the one and only 'Great Sherlock Holmes' suddenly found himself with a three year old in his care? See Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson, and Eleanor solve crime and go on cases, all while having to deal with toddler tantrums, hungry little bellies, and the demands of a curious three year old girl who never stops learning, and can't sit still. How will Sherlock fare as a father figure to the boisterous girl who never ceases asking questions? and what will this mean for his cases? *Set before Rosie's birth, and after Moriarty's death Credit to @SlyFox1998 for the idea of a baby Holmes ;) her book "Sherlock's heart" is beautifully written. Please have a look at it if you get the chance. Thankyou Xx

How Sage Became a Holmes//book the first (A Sherlock BBC Fanfiction) by SophieRedwall

~book the first~ Hello, reader. My name is Sage. I'm the ex-ward of Mycroft Holmes, currently living with his brother, Sherlock Holmes. I was recently inspired to take account of my adventures the past few years, just in case it's ever needed and because I wanted to. So, enjoy this epic tale of crime, drama, murder, and sarcasm. P.S. Whatever you do with this document, BE CAREFUL. It contains a great deal of insider information and blackmail material. If this were to fall into the hands of Moriarty, I'm afraid we'd be in deep trouble, so it's up to you to keep it safe. /please note: this is a FANFICTION. So a lot of it is FICTION, and doesn't follow the original BBC storyline fact for fact. So please, no comments about how "it happened this way in the show". Thanks./

Nᴏᴛ Gᴀʏ {Tᴇᴇɴ/Jᴏʜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ} by shiterature

My addition to the fandom is out - and so is John. - In the year 1997, John Watson finds himself at an interview for a job he doesn't need, and then at the same location of a new university flatmate that he initially doesn't want. Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes is trying to debunk the Scotland Yard's incorrect description of what is actually a group of mass-murders revolving around a small memory-wiping pill. Mr. Holmes needs an assistant, and Mr. Watson needs a companion. Little do either of them know how much they specifically need one another. [I wrote this when I was early in my teenage years. Keeping it up because you like it, but keep in mind it may be riddled with potentially less-than-decent content. Happy reading!]

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