While wandering around London, on leave and drunk off their asses, John and his mates decide to get some tattoos at the famous 221B Tattoo Parlor.

Even after thirty years, Mycroft could never remember enjoying the piano as much as when he'd first learned how to play Little Black Cat.

It is music and it is John. Ah, yes. It is John. Affettuoso, tenerezza. A ficlet that takes place after the Fall, when the only distractions left are drugs, music, and memory.

Sherlock and John wake up a bit younger than when they went to sleep. Sherlock sees this as an opportunity.

And when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. He just had to figure out how to prove it. So, normally I don't write this crossover, but apparently drunk me thought she'd give it a go. Saucy minx. I figured it wasn't too horrid to post, so here it is. Any complaints can be sent to drunk me. But she probably won't listen.

Sundays through Fridays, Molly Hooper was exactly what people assumed of her. Fuckyeahteenlock.tumblr is having a Puncklock contest right now, and while I may not be entering, I couldn't not write a little something anyway. And since I've never written Mollrene before (but love them to pieces) I decided I'd give it a go. Highschool AU, Puncklock. Enjoy!

"It had been three years already and Sebastian still had no idea who this kid was." Before he was Jim, he was many, many others. Title taken from the poem, Please Hear What I'm Not Saying, by Charles C. Finn

John loses his memory. Sherlock sees it as an opportunity. A/N: Dub!con, Gaslighting, Emotional and Psychological manipulation. It was an idea I simply couldn't get out of my head. I apologize in advance if it doesn't float your boat, but the warnings are there. Let me know if I missed any. I also may revisit this verse later, but for now, this story is complete Enjoy!

The only person within any sort of punching distance was himself. The other was a man standing just at the mouth of the alley, his quick footed, noticeably graceful-though John had no idea why it was noticeable-stride bringing him up to John in seconds. AU Crossover - Sherlock x Inspector Gadget...

"Here for a race then?" "I was ready days ago. The prerequisites were unnecessary and pedantic." AU Crossover - Sherlock x Fast and the Furious (mostly Tokyo Drift only no Tokyo... And very little drifting...)

There was no pity, only the acceptance that Sherlock Holmes was the best, that he only worked with the best. And that "the best" didn't include anyone at the Academy. AU Crossover - Sherlock x Step Up

It didn't hurt, of course it didn't. Sentiment.

"How would you like to take a quick trip to Delta Vega? All expenses paid?" A/N: Eventual Kirk x Spock x Bones

It was logical by evolution's standards, a means of prolonging an otherwise intimately reserved species. But to occur while mid mission in the deepest throes of space was completely and utterly illogical.

"Well, Mr. Spock," The captain said, leaning in slightly. "It has come to my attention that today is a very special day for you."

This is the last time I take Oprah's advice. God, this is embarrassing.

Sherlock Holmes hadn't become the highest ranking Grammaton Cleric simply by chance.

The Doctor pops in on the Avengers and finds that something isn't exactly as it should be.

Remember me. I know you shouldn't. And I know it's wrong of me to ask. But I need you.

If there was one thing I had to choose, one modicum of difference in my life, the vast, infinitesimal, wonderful-horrible amalgamation of moments and instances and everythings and nothings that is my life, it would be for it to get easier. Losing them.

Hello? Hello, yes. This thing working? Alright then, good, good. Okay. So.

John picks up a new hobby after Sherlock's death.

Molly decides to finally make a move on Sherlock. It's the biggest mistake she ever makes. A/N: I don't ship Sherly or Molock or whatever, but this is what happens when people ask me to try... Sorry in advance to all you proper Molly x Sherlock shippers out there.

Sherlock is afraid of thunder. John has an age old cure.

Sherlock finds out about John's little secret.

Mary is unexpected and unique and most definitely not dull, no matter what Sherlock will have him believe.

All John had wanted was a cheap flat in London. He never thought to ask why it was so cheap.

Sherlock watches Snow White.

His therapist would probably call it a defense mechanism or a severe form of denial. John just calls it all he has left.