One too many of everything...Molly has reached her breaking point. WARNING: TRIGGERS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE! Sherlolly at the end.

After being shot and put on 'desk work' by Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes is getting desperate to find a mystery to solve. Even if that case is why is the Pathologist is suddenly wearing high heels to work in. **rating upgraded to M**

COMPLETE! Molly has made her decision, but a murder case forces her to open a door she thought had been closed forever... T for reference to violence and Language. I am a Sherlolly writer, so be warned! this is a SEQUEL for "The coffee cup and the suitcase".

This is post HLV. Contains spoilers! I love that Molly is finally standing her ground. She is key to helping bring down Moriarty. I ship Sherlock and Molly, Mary and John. So, if you aren't okay with these ships, please do not judge me for mine, I promise I wouldn't do that to you. I hope you enjoy :) Also, some original characters!

55 things the Doctor loves about River.

A short story about complimentary colours and moulting.

There are many ways to convey friendship, and each way has its own special message. [Twelve Shots Of Summer] Prompt: Symbiosis

The Doctor's desperate, he turns to his oldest friend for help, Sarah Jane Smith... ("How do you make French toast?")

"Why not a different game?" said the Narrator. "It'll be fun, Stanley," said the Narrator. Stanley seems to fancy the change. The Narrator, however... not so much. *a tad cracked. I'm just going for it. T for minor language.

For once, a plan of his worked perfectly. And now she's not moving. One-shot.

Things occur, and that leads to stuff happening. This is a crackfic by the way. It contains stuff, like profanity and weird intentional out of characterness.

Nothing about the Doctor and River's relationship is black and white, except one thing...

... and one time it was on purpose.

A collection of Sherlolly oneshots with no particular sequence.

Tony looses a fight with Paige and dies. Now she waits for him to regenerate... If he does at all. Warning: Minor blood.

Oneshot Avengers tie-in with the Winter Soldier. Set after the former, and before the latter. Clint/Tasha, rated T for some fleeting thoughts of adult situations. Clint ought to have gotten a mention in TWS, but at least he did get the necklace.

Howl, the people who were important to him and a few that weren't.

Just an exercise in dialogue and character. Read if you want.

Paige, the personification of artistic creativity, meets Tony, the ruler of time across the universe. The two seem to have a lot in common, especially according to the three "little victims" living in the house, however the Clock and the Creative One seem to do nothing but fight, argue, and oddly enough, fall into a dreadful love/hate relationship trademarked by killing and kisses.

Sherlock's reaction to returning home to Molly after a long case

[Previously 'Molly I Need You'] Based off of a Sherlolly prompt. "Molly has to dress up for a case." Rated K because I am paranoid. Molly Hooper decides to take a day off, and finds herself assisting Sherlock Holmes for a case. {DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sherlock, no matter how much I wish I did}

"One look, one touch, and I had dropped back into the black hole. The more I fought, the farther I plunged. Let yourself fall, something urged me. Maybe you'll fly." Buckets and buckets of Sherlolly love. Takes place after Sherlock was shot before he went to Appledore. Reviews are lovely!

A collection of one-shots inspired by one word or a very short phrase, written whenever inspiration hits. Ratings and genres vary for each one. Reviews, feedback, and ideas are welcome! :)

Obvious, Sherlock thinks, how could he have missed it? Out of his comfort zone, Sherlock tries to comfort his friendly pathologist. Enjoy x :)

They exist to create and to kill and to be reborn again, but Miss Notebook decides she's a little bored with that and hopes to spend her day with Mister Clock a little differently. DHMIS Padlock one-shot

The only consulting detective in the world no longer exists to most after one day. That was the day Sherlock jumped to his presumed death. The only person in the world who knows he's alive is Molly Hooper. To the rest, his life was no more than a story. A fairytale.

A one-shot. Molly has always been Sherlock's saviour. And she has never been afraid of monsters.

A never ending, bloody battle with the love of your existence is all a clock could dream of. A Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared Fanfiction. Rated T for slight gore. cover image is not mine

There's an accident with the praying mantis DNA experiment, and Cave Johnson takes Caroline with him to investigate. Written for a deviantArt contest.

A series of text conversations between Molly and Sherlock as their relationship evolves over the months following Sherlock's official re-entry into the land of the living.

Molly can think of much better ways of spending Christmas Eve than being ridiculed at Baker street. So this year she won't go to the party. It's not like anyone will even notice. Right?

Season two. A death in the family rocks the Halpert's worlds, sending them on a tailspin to try to get back to normality. Jim is caught in the middle between work, family, and his ever-incumbent love for Pam, who has recently become single. However, being caught in the balancing act leaves little room for pleasure. When things go amiss, however, Pam stays firmly by Jim's side.

The only cure for a nightmare is someone to hold. Chelley.

Sherlock Holmes gave his heart to Molly Hooper a long time ago - she just never knew it.

**Contains Chelley** After placing GlaDOS and Wheatley in human bodies, things go wrong. Chell and Wheatley are about to embark upon an adventure they never thought they'd have the chance to take.

He was broken but somehow still alive. She found a way to fix him, just a little. (pointless Valentine's Day Chelley fluff)

Makeup and dark glasses can't hide Pam's dark secrets for long. Jim knows her too well.

Everyone knows there ain't no girl in Howl's castle. Right?

I really like the headcanon that Cave and Caroline have never said "I love you" to each other, and I thought I'd try to put a little spin on it. Caveline oneshot.

Alaska's drive.

"Marceline tastes like dusk, like violet stormclouds and thunder and lunar eclipses and tree branch shadows scuttering over windowpanes and words, so many words never written down in books, geez no."

The pounding became erratic, clumsy, his stomach dropped and he felt as if his heart might leap out of his chest.. But that was silly, he didn’t have a heart.

Chapter 15 up: The D-Movie Magic Version

That's what they all say, Calcifer.