She always remembers how the first flash of love tasted.

Here I am, armour in pieces, wearing tracklines like a second skin. (Warning for references to self-harm and drug use.)

There are many possible outcomes to that night in Magnussen's office.

Wyoming, 1892. Sherlock is late coming back from town. John has time to think.

Arizona, 1885. In one night, the life John Watson has managed to adjust to is shattered. And all it takes is a knock on the door.

There is a letter from an apiologist, and a birthday card from Scotland Yard.

Remus Lupin is haunted by what happened in the Department of Mysteries.

The Firewhisky brings both guilt and memories

What they had Before was special, what they have now is even more so.

London 2025 is really the best Christmas that Irene and Janine have

Arizona, 1883/1884. John goes to the post office and telegrams Mycroft with the news, adding that he expects Sherlock to return any day, that he's likely just had to take a longer route home than expected. And John can almost believe that it's true.

Arizona, 1882. For the first time in three years, Sherlock Holmes comes home.

It's vaguely steampunk, vaguely Victorian, and very, very sexy.

John can see the black mood creeping in.

(Formerly 'Aftosa') Arizona, 1886. "Blood stained hands. Crackling flames stretching towards the sky. Acrid smell of hide and hair as the flames eat their way through carcasses piled high." An outbreak of foot and mouth disease. Gunman in the night. Far too many memories best left forgotten. Sherlock Holmes regrets ever wishing for something more exciting than cattle rustlers.

Arizona, 1889. He's never been one for melancholy (well, not much of it) yet he finds it getting to him, encroaching on his orderly mind, silence broken only by hoof beats on the well-beaten dirt trail.

It's Paris where she meets the Woman.

*Warning for references to self-harm* It's not the boredom that bothers him most. Never has been.

Sherlock Holmes really likes kissing

*Warning: Self-Harm References* John would worry, if he knew, but he doesn't understand. No one understands.