Reichenbachfall Stories

It's been three years since Sherlock fell and John has gone mad. Not believing that everything was fake, he sees only one way to bring his best friend back. written based on a tumble prompt by Drwhoaston I don't own any of the characters.

Sherlock Holmes has done it, he jumped. John Watson is left behind, heartbroken. He researches ways to help him get over it, he finds that he could try writing letters to his dead friend. So he tries it out.

John just witnessed his best friend, Sherlock Holmes, jump off of St.Barts at what his therapist reffers to as "The Reichenbach Fall." To cope with his feelings, he spends a day at a gun range, where he meets someone who gives him an offer that could change his life forever. Meanwhile, Sherlock works missions for Mycroft, eager for the day he will be able to come back home to John, which turns out to be sooner than expected.

Sherlock is in disgrace after Reichenbach, and Molly is in danger. The only solution he can see, the only road out, is to marry Molly and flee out of London. But it's all part of the cover- Sherlock doesn't really love Molly, he's just protecting her. She's just dragging him down. Soon, Molly is expecting a baby, but she's not happy, and neither is Sherlock. Can Molly make Sherlock happy and fall in love with him all over again? And, this time, will Sherlock ever love her back?

What if John and Sherlocks roles were reversed in the Reichenbach Fall? What if Moriarty had brought John up to the rooftop, knowing that Sherlock’s heart would be burned if he lost his blogger? How will Sherlock cope with the loss of his best friend? How will John get through waking up being saved by Mycroft, but not being able to talk to Sherlock for 2 years? And what will happen when they are finally reunited again?

In which a heart-broken John Watson writes letters to the deceased Sherlock Holmes. BEING REWRITTEN/REUPLOADED - PLEASE READ FIRST PART

Sherlock has to deal with the recent suicide of his friend John Watson after he threw himself off of Barts. But all may not be as it seems- for As Sherlock tries to move on - a face from the past re-appears.

Two broken mirrors. One shattered, the other cracking. Only one could fix the other. But would he take that risk?

My name is Collins Angelo. This is the story of the day part of me died.

Follow Miss Natalya Elizabeth Holmes, daughter of the well known consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, as she tries to find who she is, and moreover, what happened to her father. Happens before, during, and after Rechinbach

His piercing eyes burned with anger as the flame of ice licked within the innards of his glowing irises. White points shone in his pupils, shining with a white-hot sheen. Ellie Mitchell studied his lips as he spoke in words that she could not hear. She refused to. They were pinker than usual, unlike his pale skin (they always seemed to match it) which was not even beige. His scent was close to her nose, embracing it gently as he bore down on her. It was thick and rich of some unnamed anomaly, but there was this hint of nicotine ― even though he barely held a cigarette between his lips these days. His raven curls bounced as yet another accusation to her actions arrived. Face screwed with fury, Sherlock stared her down the barrel. "Never shoot! Never! Do you ever hear me? I told you not to -" he rasped, the loud voice making her wince for it seemed to be stuck in that one pocket of space. The walls of the flat subdued it to a mere loud bomb, like a firework in a single room with egg cartons to keep the sound from leaking outward into the outer world and into the ears of its bound inhabitants. Ellie was glad John wasn't here to see this. But, with this thought coming in between Sherlock's shoutings, she was sure he had seen plenty of outbursts like this one. His pale skin glowed in the moonlit room. No lights were on except for a lamp in the corner, but it was barely needed for the full moon was so bright that it could have been considered unnecessary. Sherlock went on to explain the finest details of her mistake ― which was usual with the cases that he took her along to. Normal, she tried to say to herself, but it wasn't working.

The two years since Sherlock died were hard on John, he saw Sherlock everywhere... John wanted more than anything for Sherlock to be alive... After two years he does... but someone comes back along with him... **** DISCLAIMER **** None of the characters in this story are mine they all belong to BBC's Sherlock... I am just merely putting my spin on it. (If a character is mine I will state that)

The Black Dog: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. The Only One In The World: description soon #2 in Reichenbachfall 6/24/22 #148 in bbcsherlock 6/23/22 #665 in Sherlock 6/23/22 CONTENT WARNINGS: Heavy themes such as depression, suicide, self-hatred, drug use, etc. Please don't read if this will trigger you. - An old Sherlock oneshot I wrote years ago.

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Poems based on or around The Reichenbach Fall This is sad and full of not-good feels. My friend, FishCakeIce, since you've complained about all my sad-fics, avoid this one as well. I don't want you to end up crying because of my writing.

Culverton Smith's reasoning for his life of secrets and blood in poetic form.

I poem I composed based on my favorite Sherlock episode; The Reichenbach Fall.

A usual day for John and Sherlock: investigating a missing woman. Little did they know, she hadn't run away, per se, - she had left to travel the stars. •