"I know that everything was taken away from me! Don't you think I am aware of that fact! It might be the only thing that I do know!" "And doesn't it make sense then! Doesn't rage make sense?," John volleys back, not to be off-put. "Yes!," I thunder before I can stop myself. "Of course it does!"

The revelations about Sherlock's abduction as a boy are troubling each of the three men, Mycroft, Sherlock and John. Sherlock wants to know the whole truth, but Mycroft has sworn never to tell anybody anything, certainly not to Sherlock. A shot in the dark pushes everyone to their limits... Just read [and review :-)]. Reviews contain spoilers! Cover by Rephis! (No pairings!)

As a chemist, Sherlock uses the Periodic Table for many reasons. A collection of short fics that add up to a better understanding of what he is and how he reacts to the catalysts in this life. Calcium is now up.

Sherlock comes back from a case acting strange. He deteriorates until he does the unthinkable. After having a breakdown, he no longer remembers John or most of his current life. John visits Sherlock in the asylum often, hoping that he will be able to rescue his friend from the memories and abuse that triggered his breakdown, and hoping to gain his friend back.

A collection of one shots revolving around past, present, and future hurts and healing of various characters and couples from 'The Hour'. Featuring (but not limited to): Bel/Freddie, Lix/Randall, McCain, Mrs. Kish.

Sequel to When Evening Falls So Hard.A few months later they are on a case that has gone horribly wrong They find themselves gravely wounded and locked in a cellar Holding onto to each other and trying their best to stay alive Sherlock can't bring himself to say another goodbye to his dying friend and John can't find the will to live anymore and just wants to stop hurting. No slash

Mrs. Hudson is attacked. Sherlock is a suspect. As he sits in the cell, paralyzed with fear and regret, he remembers how Mrs. Hudson helped him through the horrors of his childhood. As he struggles through the agony of her injuries, Sherlock must reconcile a past that he couldn't have survived without the landlady who was more of a mother than his own.

Mycroft and Sherlock grow up in a world of contradictions: surrounded by luxury and deprivations, respectability and depravity, beauty and horror. In a dreamlike estate, the nightmares they face lead them down their respective paths, as they discover what it is that makes a Man. HIATUS. I will finish it, but not right now.

When a young boy comes to the flat in search of help, Sherlock and John come to his aid. What begins as a reluctant relationship grows into a strong connection that Sherlock never expected. His past and his present come to life through an unlikely friendship his new client.

After Sherlock's return, he starts to have flashbacks and nightmares that get increasingly worse. Will he let John help him before he becomes unraveled? Mostly written from Sherlock's perspective. A continuation of my story, "He's Shattered" but can be read by itself.

A serial killer is on the rise, selected talented victims and destroying those talents. He then watches in the wings as they take their own life. Sherlock must, obviously, investigate a killer with such an interesting method. But then he finds himself in over his head, and our killer must ask himself a question. How best to destroy a violinist?

Carolyn's booked a trip and Martin can't do it. As usual, it's up to Douglas to sort everything out- cope with the Fitton Pony Club and Arthur's strange power over them, stop Carolyn going hobbit-hunting, and save Martin and Teresa's relationship. Contains spoilers for series 4 Vaduz.

Mycroft is suffering badly after Sherlock's suicide. Written for consulting-freak. who asked for a short fic. I hope she likes it.

The first of his baby brothers falls from the sky. The second one succumbs to illness and water. The third one falls even farther than the first. Sherlock/Third Star/Cabin Pressure crossover.

She doesn't ring him, doesn't drop by his flat. He makes no attempt to come to the office or to contact her. She looks for signs of him: scrawled chicken-scratch critiquing news articles left on her desk, the faint wisp of his brand of cigarette, the sound of his heel drumming on the floor as he bounces his knee while reading. But there is no sign of him. (Bel/Freddie)

When Mycroft swore to look after his brother he never thought that perhaps one day he wouldn't have to do it alone. A story of brotherhood, friendship, hope, jealousy and the changing of the winds.