A City on the Head of a Pin by Mad_Maudlin [5K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Magic realism. Wings.
John concluded a couple of things over the next few days. One was that the wings weren’t an hallucination—he had no other neurological problems and pretty much the same psychological problems he’d always had. Another was that they weren’t going away, no matter how his medications changed. A third: not everyone had them.
Ethereal Dances by songlin [2K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship. Partial AU. Ghost!John. Alternative meeting.
The skull was a gift from Mike Stamford.
“He was a soldier,” he said, standing too close to Sherlock. “An army doctor. Knew him at school, as a matter of fact. Donated his body to medicine. Strictly speaking, I don’t think this is what he had in mind, but who’s to know, right?” He winked.
Seven Ways to Fall Asleep by tartanfics [4K]
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.
they tell me their secrets (will you tell me yours too) by etothepii [2K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Magic realism.
In Afghanistan, the supplies tell him when they’re running low, and the cars always, always tell him when strangers have touched them, and John gets known as having a knack (paranoia, his men call it, but he’s never missed a single car bomb) for keeping his men safe.
This Machine Called Man by tartanfics [29K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Android!Sherlock. Casefic. Alternative meeting. Favorite.
London, 2081. John Watson, former army roboticist, has an expired licence and an illegal tri-wing screwdriver in his desk. Sherlock Holmes has fingerprints and a name, and in an office somewhere in Whitehall there are blueprints for the metal underneath his perfect, artificial skin.
Needles by Kryptaria [5K]
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.
The Scotish Play by impulsereader [41K]
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.”
Red Sky at Morning by impulsereader [3K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. AU. Air pirates. Music. Adventure.
It was supposed to be routine; a lark, even. That was why it was just John and Sherlock out on the Cabriolet rather than the whole crew and the sloop. The smaller yacht was easily controlled with just the violin and recorder.
Last Words by PrettyArbitrary [6K]
+ Final Hours by bendingsignpost [7K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Ghostfic. Hallucinations. Hurt/comfort. Humour.
“I should tell someone,” John murmurs. “‘My hallucination told me I’m dying. But that hallucination was Sherlock, so I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about.’” John sighs and looks at him. “Rebecca was right. You really did spoil me.”
An Absolute Pain by bendingsignpost [2K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship. Canon. Humour. Drunk!John.
Coming home drunk to Sherlock Holmes was not, nor ever would be, a wise decision. Certain things, he would simply have to teach John the hard way.
A Study in Sherlock by bendingsignpost [3K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Action. Humour. ASiP remix.
Standing firm and unaided, John touches his sister’s mobile in his pocket. He looks up at the windows of 221b Baker Street and thinks, ‘Oh, what the hell.’ He climbs into the cab.
Red Twine’s Path by me (oreganotea) [3K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Humour. Magic realism. Asexual!Sherlock. Marriage proposal.
If it had been one pair only, Sherlock would’ve dismissed the anomaly out of hand – easily accounted for by an ex-girlfriend or a sale. It was not only one pair. It was every pair. A garish, flashy red that did not match John’s personality at all.
Wrong by impulsereader [10K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Action. Kidnapping. Torture. Humour. TRF aftermath.
“What the hell are you doing in Norbury?”
Grimly, John realizes exactly what the hell he’s doing in Norbury as everything in his head finally slots into place. “That fucking wanker sent me here. The bloody prick did it to me again. He knew it was something to do with Mycroft and he sent me away to keep me safe. I’m going to find him and then kill him with my bare fucking hands.”
Welcome to London by impulsereader [12K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Casefic. Humour. Injured!John.
Trafalgar Square –SH
Irritated because he is feeling manipulated into doing his flatmate’s washing, and apparently the lack of entrails or similar in their refrigerator has made him feel slightly off since finishing his morning tea, John sends back – Still got four sides, has it? He immediately feels better and smirks at the screen in anticipation of a gratifying reply. It is not long in coming.
In a startling burst of creativity it has manifested a disembowelled tourist. –SH
Very Good Indeed by stillwaters01 [4K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship. Canon. Hurt/comfort.
John Watson was a doctor, trained to observe details; a fact Sherlock had never been more aware of than when a drugged John’s lifesaving instructions were based on an unlabeled syringe and an unconscious murder suspect’s body.