When John had to leave that first plate of pasta half-eaten at Angelo's he understood. Extenuating circumstances; trying to catch a killer. But it just kept happening. (Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

Seems an awful lot of trouble to go to for a pretty rock. (A BBC Sherlock version of The Blue Carbuncle, sort of. Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

Sherlock Holmes, dance beast. (Spoilers for 3.02 Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

Ratigan has a plan to get his final revenge on that annoyance Basil, and nothing will stop him! Not even humans! (Crossover. Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

It's a ceremony they can't not attend. Even though no one told them about it. (A farewell for a particular victim in "The Great Game". Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

"Be at 221B by 3 o'clock precisely tomorrow afternoon and you shall see something." (RDJ!Holmes 'verse. Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

This was not listed as a side effect of Sherlock's medication. (Written for the July Watson's Woes Prompt challenge on Livejournal)

John Watson woke up in the dark with a headache, the taste of sweetened copper in his mouth, and Sherlock snarling threats in his left ear.

In which there is a lab explosion, but then things get weird. (Crack. Ridiculousness. Fluff, literal and otherwise.)

One day they would both look back at this and laugh. So hard. (Gen, Crack, written for SPN Bigpretzel's Halloween Reverse Microbang)