Enjolras is haunted by nightmares, Grantaire is, well, Grantaire, Courfeyrac can't shake an odd sense of guilt, Jehan's writing weird poetry and Eponine just wants everyone to stop being idiots and kiss already.

Molly had sworn that helping Sherlock Holmes fake his death would be the last time she'd assist him with one of his crazy plans. Yet here she was, driving to Moscow in a too-small car. At least she had help this time: the beautiful and odd Irene Adler.

It takes him years, but finally he tells her he loves her. Clintasha.

Five times John wore Sherlock's coat and one time he didn't need to . Fluff, implied Sherlock/John.

Jim's world is terribly dull.

Sherlock loves John's height, the way his eyes sparkle when he laughs, the feel of his lips brushing over his own, the way he tenderly runs his hands over his ribs when they lay in bed at night...

A stupid mistake, a terrible consequence, a devastated consulting detective and a lack of John Watsons.