Featuring two madmen in a funny blue box, unrequited love, and Jack the Ripper.

Joan Watson was an unhappy person. It wasn't that she hadn't opened herself to change— only that she wasn't expecting the healing of harms to come any time soon, much less at the hands of a self-proclaimed high-functioning sociopath. gender-swap fic.

John did not used to believe in monsters. He believed in war and loneliness and purposelessness, but he never thought the nightmares of his youth would bear their teeth in his adulthood, and in the same way bear him onward into the open arms of death.

Sherlock may have fallen from the roof, but he will never fall from grace. Not for John.