John spent two years believing Sherlock Holmes was really and truly dead. It's entirely possible not everyone was so easily fooled. (ft. Mummy Holmes and Anthea)

John Watson was three the first time he dreamed of Death, and eight when he first dreamed of dying. This was not as macabre as it might at first seem.

"Sherlock's smirk, the arched brow, the teasing humor suffusing his every word: these were chess-moves in a game the two of them have played for long years now. Mycroft was not bitter, did not wish things could have been different, save perhaps in the way God might move Aquinas's immovable boulder by rewriting the laws of reality. So he had always insisted, to himself most of all.

When the Countess Howard's family heirlooms are stolen, Holmes must take on a rather unusual disguise to recover them. An original casefic written in the style of Doyle's stories with perhaps a bit more character study than actual plot.