Sherlock Recs

When John and Sherlock are attacked on a London street late at night by strangers wielding mysterious weapons, Sherlock hovers over John's fallen form and calls for help. He certainly doesn't expect a three-decker purple bus to appear and whisk them away to what can only be a secret experimental medical facility. Hallucination and reality butt heads as Sherlock grapples to understand a world he has deleted, and learns that John Watson is even more than he seems, but still all that he's wanted.

“A great many things happened in Serbia,” he says, flat and remote. “None of them were pleasant.”

When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can't. John finds a way to help.

My name is John Hamish Watson and I am 74 years old and I must wear clean pants every day. No exceptions.

John is an empath. Which isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds. Most of the time, it’s not even useful.

Hi there! I’m afraid I don’t read ff.net fics much but could it be this fic?

Sorry my internet is horrible at the moment - can't seem to access AO3 or google. This is my 5th try in posting this ask as it is ugh. I've read this fic a long time ago so I can't remember the title. Could someone help this anon out?

I would however recommend promoting in communities such as LJ’s bbcsherlock which has a community plug tag and a much wider audience. :)

This is the story of how Sherlock Holmes lived long enough to grow old.

Emergency lights flicker on. Never a good sign. John opens his eyes. Smoke, hazy air, smells sour, concrete dust. Not the desert. City. Insurgent bombings. Civilians. Casualties. Wounded. “Sherlock?”

Sherlock keeps Jim Moriarty in a freaking dungeon in his mind palace. What did they expect us to do with that?

"If we are to do this, John, I think it's only fair to tell you that I have. Ahem. Unusual sexual requirements."

The East Wind will take them all, Sherlock thinks fuzzily, before the curtain of sleep descends.

Sherlock's got really nice hands, actually.

Sherlock brings home a cat one day. It's not quite what John expects.