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Sequel to The Edinburgh Problem and October to Hogmanay.

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“What are we, now?” John mused aloud, once they were in a cab heading back to Baker street. It was a cool, damp afternoon and Sherlock was studying the passers-by with detached interest. He glanced over at John with a raised eyebrow, his fingers idly worrying at one of the buttons on his coat.
“Nothing seems quite right. What would you call me, if somebody asked?” John waved a hand vaguely at the space between them. “What do we call… this?”
Sherlock stared at him for quite a while, his brow furrowed. John began to feel a little self conscious. The taxi lurched as they turned a sharp corner, and he flung out his arm to steady himself. Sherlock caught his wrist, and held tight.
“Everything.” Sherlock said quietly, and after a moment he let go and resumed his study of the streets outside. John barely even heard the words, he said them so softly. “Everything. That’s what you are.”
John stared at Sherlock’s profile against the cab window and exhaled slowly. After a long moment, he reached out and touched Sherlock’s long fingers where they were fiddling with the button on his coat. The tall man didn’t look around again, but his fingers slowly unfurled before curling deliberately around John’s hand.

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“A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!”After he separates from Mary, John returns to Baker Street. Following a request for help from Sherlock's cousin Violet, the detective and his blogger take a trip to Edinburgh. John discovers more about the Holmes family and Sherlock than he bargained for, but tries not to run screaming.

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Smaug, now going by Sherlock, meets the reincarnation of his little thief. Finally, something *interesting*.

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The identity crisis John doesn't realize he's having.

Written for the prompt: Eggsy appearing in Mycrofts office out of the blue.

When the young man’s frantic searches peter out, Mycroft approaches him on the office he broke into. "If you’re quite done,“ he says calmly. "I have some questions.

"Yea, okay,” Mr. Unwin sighs and stands up. he holds out a bandaged hand. "Hi, I’m Eggsy Unwin, aka, Mordred of the Kingsman Secret Service. I’m from an alternate future, I came back in time to prevent a horrible incident which is apparently never gonna happen here. Nice to meet you.“

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As Sherlock and John attempt to face the momentary normality of planning a civil ceremony, Irene Adler proves that they might still have a few kinks to explore.Do keep an eye out on some of my stories as some are likely to disappear in the next few weeks. If you want to take a copy of them, then now is the chance!

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Sequel to "Back in the Day".It's been two years since Sherlock finally gave up the drugs and started helping (annoying) the police while solving crimes. Both he and John are starting to establish themselves in their chosen careers, the problem is that they seem to be heading in entirely different directions.Do keep an eye out on some of my stories as some are likely to disappear in the next few weeks. If you want to take a copy of them, then now is the chance! Have a look at my profile for more info :)

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“You’ve stuffed an entire body into the fridge this time,” John accused. “What happened to the milk? The leftover risotto? My bloody jam?”Sherlock opened his eyes at that. “As a doctor, it should be readily apparent to you that there is only a partial body in our refrigerator. Popular horror stories notwithstanding, it’s rare for an entire corpse to fit into one this size. I had to cut it up into several parts to pack it in, and there is still only seven eighths of it there.”John stared at the ceiling. “That’s... not better.”

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John is a dog in search of his place in the world. He finds it with a human as out of place in the world as he is. Things get a little strange after that.(Now with illustrations)

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The Lancelot candidates have a very different honeypot mission, with a very different target - Mycroft Holmes.

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For Mycroft, the most jarring thing about V-day isn’t that it happened. It’s that he did not see it coming.

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John Watson did not know of the Norse Myths, did not know anything other than the fact that there, in the heat of Afghanistan, he found an abused puppy and made it his own; His prescribed future went parallel from there.
AU: Where John Watson finds Loki's wolf son, Fenrir, in Afghanistan and unknowingly took him back to base as his own.

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Major Non-Canon A/U, Harry is treated for abuse and massive injuries by John Watson as a John Doe. To help solve the mystery of the battered boy John calls in his partner Sherlock - whose father has much more information about his patient than John ever thought possible. Turning to an old acquaintance, Siger Holmes contacts the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Wallace...Harry's rightful guardian.First several chapters will be covering Pre-Hogwarts years, story starts with Harry at age four so it'll be a while before any sort of slash or real conflict happens. Very political fic with lots of twists and turns. Because the plot-bunnies won't leave me alone!

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The year is 1866. When John becomes swept overboard, he never expects to encounter a living creature of myth. When the merman absconds with John, the lost sailor must use every tool at his disposal to convince Sherlock not to kill him. But it seems that killing John Watson is not what the deadly, beautiful creature has in mind at all...
 Victorian mermaid AU. Heed the tags. Check blog for update schedule; I update a bit sporadically due to work and how much time writing this monster takes! Be forewarned, might want to hold off reading until I finish it if you aren't a patient reader!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a partner.

Less universally acknowledged is that a single man in possession of very little in the way of fortune may be in want of a partner as well, but John Watson had little time or energy to devote to his own wants or needs...

Enter one Mr Holmes...
 Please note that I gleefully take great liberties with the laws governing same sex relationships and how they are seen in the Regency Era. As in, it is not an issue at all in this story. At all.Also inChinese, translated by shanzuRussian, translated by OneChancetoLiveItalian, translated by Spelacchiotto

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This is a fusion of BBC's Sherlock and Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. All mistakes and misrepresentations of her lovely work are all mine.

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John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don't get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

LATEST: “There’s something I wanted to say.”

The ankle Sherlock has had propped on his knee slips off, although he recovers quickly enough to manage the action and turn it into a slow stretch of his legs.

“Say something?”

“Yeah, something I want to say- wanted to say for a bit, actually just… wasn’t the sort of thing you- y’know.”
(TBC, tags and relationships subject to change.)

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Time Traveler's Wife fusion.  It’s hard to keep track of all these different Sherlocks at different ages. It seems like just last week he was convincing a seven year old Sherlock to smile because it was his birthday and then fighting the awkwardness of him asking if John was married in the future.   Probably because it was just last week for him. Fucking time travel.

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I really just wanted to answer the question: what would Sherlock be like if he met and was influenced by John from a young age? And the idea grew from there really.

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The Dursleys, Harry, Sherlock, John and Detective Inspector Lestrade all walk into a bank. What happens? Nothing good obviously… So what happens after they leave the bank after something tragic happens?

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Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Sherlock… they belong to their respective owners of which I am not… Although if I was that would be pretty awesome... not gonna lie.Background: The Harry Potter time line has been pushed up to the Sherlock time line so this story is obviously going to be AU for both series although I will try to keep certain aspects cannon from both although what is yet to be seen. This story takes place some time between 'The Blind Banker' and 'The Great Game' in the Sherlock series and is pre-series for Harry Potter as Harry is only five.A/N: Please remember I am American and while I can look up certain things to try to make it sound British it will never be so I beg your forgiveness and to please ignore anything too American or feel free to point it out to me, politely, and to tell me the correct way it should be so I can correct it. :)**All names that appear in this story that you don't recognize, by the way, are made up by me and are not based on anyone so they are my original characters for this story as they are needed and they needed names so there you have it...**P.S.: Also all mistakes are my own and this is not beta'd so feel free to point out mistakes too so I can fix them! :)

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NOTE 6/2/2013: This chapter has been edited and is a prologue now instead of chapter 1.

You were born Anthea Westermarck, christened in a pink dress with bows on the collar. Anthea, Greek for flower: you were livid when you found out, jealous of all the other girls whose names meant strength or courage or power. Your very name condemned you to femininity, to short skirts and the demure flutter of eyelashes, because it was what was expected of you.