There was Sherlock, bringer of life to the inhabitants of London Below- one of three who possess particular powers of Fate. Then there was John, hapless bystander who gets swallowed up into the rift between the two London's- falling through the cracks. Sherlock has vowed to help him find his way home, by way of the Lady Door. If only The Web would leave them alone to do so...

It's late in the night, and the Company of Thorin Oakenshield are bunked down for the night in the Skin-changer Beorn's home. Like any other evening after good food, a few drinks, and a relaxing smoke, Bilbo Baggins should have retired to bed. However, the mischievous Nephew's of Thorin son of Thrain, have some thing else in store for the Hobbit... gift fic for redroses100.

John Watson lost his father, one year ago on Christmas day. On one particular Christmas, he meets a young Genius by the name of Sherlock Holmes up in a tree, and wrestling with an errant kite. The two become acquainted, and spend the day in one another's company; only to part ways. Years go by, and John reflects upon the many different Christmas's life has to give him.

The Work always came first- John knew this when signing up as Sherlock's so called, "Side kick." There comes a time though, when enough is enough. With a new case on the horizon, tensions boil and boundaries are tested. A story in which two bodies are attracted to one another, even when life threatens to tear them apart. (On temporary hiatus, possibly permanent).

A foolhardy Quest, Love, Betrayal, and Tragedy these were all cogs in the spinning wheel that became Bilbo Baggins' life. Many years later, in The Last Homely House, the old Hobbit decides to tell his tale; his true story. A story of how he became the Hobbit he was today, of love won and lost in the blink of an eye. Slow burn, and filled with my own personal head canons.