Sherlock needed an assistant. What he didn't know was that he already had one in his potential flatmate, John Watson...until one small outburst changed everything. (Brief character study; takes place during ASiP.)

As it turns out, texting behind your back isn't all that simple. (AUish cracky oneshot. Set during SoT.)

"I've nearly been in contact so many times, but..." (Post TRF, pre TEH. Oneshot. Contains minor spoilers for TEH.)

"Well, I say friend…" It had struck Sherlock that it must be a very strange thing indeed to call a skull a "friend", so he had quickly elaborated to his potential flatmate. But, despite the fact that the skull was an inanimate object, it had, in a way, been a friend to Sherlock nonetheless.

The cane was dazzled by the beautiful umbrella. The umbrella's attention was caught by the simple metal cane that spoke of a quiet life. It was love at first sight, but, alas, it was doomed to never be. (John's cane/Mycroft's umbrella. Crack. Utter crack. Oneshot.)

Perhaps she was taking a bit of a risk, not fleeing as far and fast as she could without looking back. But she liked risk. Risk was the true spice of life, not variety. And she knew that he knew this, too. He knew she would wait for him. ("Missing" scene from ASiB. Oneshot.)

When Mycroft and Sherlock had gotten home from school to find their parents waiting for them by the front door with the Irish Setter, Sherlock had let out a cry of delight and rushed forward to the dog, who responded enthusiastically. Mummy had beamed, and Daddy had chuckled. Mycroft simply scowled. (Oneshot. Spoilers for HLV.)

John had underestimated just how far Sherlock would be willing to go to relieve his boredom. (Oneshot.)