Carry On by Mazarin221b [4K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/588274
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!John.
“Christ, Mike, I think he’s in love with me,” John says, then drops his forehead on the bar.
Mike takes a long swallow of beer, then eyes John a bit more closely. “What the hell makes you think that? He’s not … I mean, not that I don’t like the bloke, I mean, I do, but really. Sherlock? You sure you don’t still have concussion issues?”
(Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.)
Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh [20K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/597853
Sherlock/John (explicit). Established. Canon. Character focus. TRF aftermath.
John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”
The Moment Pleasantly Frightful by teahigh [17K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/556532
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. TRF aftermath.
Sherlock disregards social cues and oversteps boundaries all the time, every day. During interviews with clients, during working with the Yard. Hell, even going for a walk through the park or going out for dinner. John has long since become used to it, but that still doesn’t mean he wants to think about what kind of damage Sherlock would be capable of inflicting in the privacy of his bedroom. Mostly because John can’t imagine there being anything Sherlock wouldn’t do.
A New Kind of Communication by tartanfics [10K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/217773
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!Sherlock.
Sherlock texts, Sherlock leaves notes, Sherlock phones John, and he never really says anything.
Seven Ways to Fall Asleep by tartanfics [4K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/233610
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Asexuality. Sleep.
The first time they fall asleep together, Sherlock is lying in bed in a private hospital room, drowsy and drugged and in pain. It is mid-afternoon, but the pale pink curtains are mostly closed and the sunlight is merely a warm glow over the room. John sits at his side, hunched over in an uncomfortable plastic chair, his right arm cradled against his chest in a sling.
Andante by uraneia [12K]
http://uraneia.livejournal.com/23471.html
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!Sherlock. TRF aftermath.
He should probably move out of the flat. Make a clean break. Start afresh across the city, where there weren’t reminders everywhere. But he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. The first time he heard “Behind Blue Eyes” left him a trembling mess of nerveless limbs and wet skin.
Besides, there was a homeless person on his doorstep.
Follow My Voice by flawedamythyst [9K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/538615
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Coma. Hurt/comfort.
John loses count of how often the voice comes and goes. Sometimes he finds it hard to concentrate on it, hearing it as if through a long tube, muffled and distorted. Other times, he can clearly make out every time it says his name.
The voice says his name a lot. He hopes that means that he’s important to it, and so it will keep returning.
A Good Man by proxydialogue [9K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/536614
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. Hurt/comfort. Deviance.
I cannot recall the beginning. Every time I think back I find my memory begins with the breaking point, with the downward turn of events, the catastrophe. Every time, I think of Sherlock’s long fingers gripping tight in my hair. I think of the back of the pen knife tracing up my trachea, his voice like black silk in my ear. “Bored with you, actually.” It begins with my moment of disbelief. With fifteen seconds of doubt.
The Sum of His Parts by CommonNonsense [4K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/534662
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. Anatomy.
There are eleven major organ systems in the human body. Sherlock knows about all of them to some degree, but none fascinate him as much as the ones that make up John Watson.
A Bit Backwards by p.r. fox [3K]
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6637294/1/A-Bit-Backwards
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Marriage of convenience. Humour.
Love, John muses, is sort of like a Quentin Tarantino film. Except not really.
Needles by Kryptaria [5K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/522813
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Needles. TGG aftermath.
He slid the needle smoothly in to the proper depth and gently depressed the plunger. Something flickered in Sherlock’s eyes as a muscle twitched in his jaw. Keeping his hands steady, John eased the needle out and watched the injection site for a moment.
Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy [4K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/238509
Sherlock/John (explicit). Established. Canon. Old age. Hurt/comfort.
Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.
The Scotish Play by impulsereader [41K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/508590
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Family. Humour. Hurt/comfort. TRF aftermath.
“Sherlock, if you think I’m going to spend another Christmas watching Harry get drunk when I’ve been presented with an alternate plan which sounds as if it could feature in a Doctor Who special, you actually are an idiot.” He shrugged. “Besides, letting you out of my sight tends to go badly for both of us.”
Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction [67K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Sick!Sherlock.
“If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine.
Love and Other Deaths by lotherington [1K]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/285108
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). Established. Canon. Character focus.
‘I don’t love you,’ Sherlock whispers against John’s shoulder, his dark hair curling around the white, stretched skin of John’s scar, the top of his arm. He kisses John’s chest.
