There is a reason why John always insists that no dangerous chemicals be stored in the tableware. Sherlock learns this the hard way. Major Sherlock whump. Poisoning. Doctorly John. Fluff.

In which John's jumper gets ruined, and Sherlock's apology somehow fails to make anything better. Sherlock whump. John angst.

In which Sherlock's stubborn refusal to eat during a case results in John resorting to unusual methods to outwit the detective. Contains a little hurt/comfort, an obstinate Sherlock, a packet of Britain's deadliest biscuits and fluff.

Sherlock catches the flu. How does the sickly detective cope with this bothersome development, not to mention the unwelcome attempts of his 'friends' to help him get better? Well, he behaves like a petulant child of course. Poor John. A completely shameless Sherlock sickfic. Hurt/Comfort abound.

Sherlock finds himself feverish and under the ridiculous delusion that he is a pirate. Oneshot. Excessive Sherlock whump. A side order of caring, bemused John. And a seemingly unruffled Mycroft.