"Where's John?" The question came from Lestrade. Sherlock Holmes rolled his eyes. "I thought you called me in to solve a murder, not to have banal small talk." Little did Sherlock know that this case was about to touch too close to home and that he would soon be forced to face his emotions surrounding a certain ex-army doctor. NOTE: There is physical & sexual violence in this fic.

It was two in the morning on New Years when John Watson returned to 221B. "Sherlock, listen," John began, "I'm sorry I'm late – " "You're sorry you're late?" Sherlock hissed. "You said you'd be home at eleven. It's two o'clock now. In fact, it's a whole different year now! You are more than late, doctor!" A New Years inspired Johnlock one-shot with some drama and a happy ending.

It was Christmas evening and Sherlock was alone in 221B Baker Street. John had felt no hesitation about leaving him all on his own since, as John had said time and time again, Sherlock scoffed at celebrations surrounding Christmas. But Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little bit differently this year. He would have liked to spend this Christmas with John. Johnlock one-shot.

"Um…can I help you?" Molly Hooper, pathologist at England's prestigious St. Bart's Hospital, had just come back from her lunch break to find a stranger standing in the middle of the morgue. Upon hearing her voice, the stranger turned to face her. "Yeah, actually, maybe you can." A Sherlock/X-Files crossover fic. Established Johnlock. (The rating is subject to change.)

Sherlock was shocked. Shocked and utterly pleased. Sherlock was very rarely shocked, moreover shocked and utterly pleased at the same time. But, whenever he found himself a mixture of these two sensations, it was because of John Watson. I was inspired to write this Johnlock one-shot when I saw the 2015 Unlocked Con fanwork challenge: Sherlock & pajama party. Johnlock, ace!Sherlock.

It was Valentine's Day at Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson was expecting a row to erupt at 221B. Doctor John Watson (grey-haired, gentle-faced former military man) had not had a date in goodness knows how long. Today was no exception. Therefore, considering that it was February 14th, it was inevitable that he would be very cranky indeed. A short but sweet Johnlock one-shot.

Sequel to Playing With Fire. Carol's voice came from somewhere through the flames: "You can't protect us, Khan. You're a failure." At these words, Khan's heart burned ferociously. A furious roar erupted from his throat. She was burning alive, her golden-hair turning smoky black, her skin melting. Carol/Khan pairing. Rated M for violence, language, and sexual content.

Victor was so beautiful, always so beautiful, and all the Creature wanted (all the Creature had ever wanted) was to share in that beauty, even if just a little. One-shot inspired by the Nick Dear/Danny Boyle adaptation put on in 2011 by National Theatre and starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller.

She was gentle on the surface but a thunderstorm turmoiled underneath her sweet smiles and light touches. She liked to mix wrath and wonder. She liked to play with fire. And she just couldn't forget his blue eyes. Carol/Khan pairing. Rated M for violence, language, and sexual content.

It's Christmas time at 221B Baker Street, and Sherlock and John have been fighting quite a bit lately. Will the consulting detective finally push his flatmate over the edge? (Eventual Johnlock)