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Crime and... by [archiveofourown.org profile] Ladymercury_10
Dick gets injured and Babs has a suitable 'punishment' for him. Adorable!

Put All Your Faults to Bed by [archiveofourown.org profile] gypsydancergirl
Damian comes to Steph when Dick is injured. Oh Robins.

You Could Have Gone Anywhere, But You Came Back by [archiveofourown.org profile] Rave
Selina attends Bruce's funeral. So does Bruce. Banter ensues.



Elementary/Birds of Prey

Nemesis by [archiveofourown.org profile] kerithwyn
Joan Watson and Barbara Gordon strike up a friendship. I would read a million words of Watson and Oracle being mature adults and fighting crime together. <333



New Game by [archiveofourown.org profile] moirariordan
Liv and Ravi get accidentally drunk married. Oh heart.

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And A Hardboiled Egg by [archiveofourown.org profile] icarus_chained
Excellent character study of Vetinari.



The Case of the Bohemian Box Turtle by [archiveofourown.org profile] Siria
Joan makes a discovery about Clyde. Adorable. I could totally see the show doing this.


Harry Potter

Food of Love by [archiveofourown.org profile] toujours_nigel
Sirius tries to seduce Remus via The Twelve Days of Christmas. Remus is baffled. This is adorable.


The Losers

Let Me Show You, Baby, I'm a Talented Boy by [archiveofourown.org profile] innie
10k of Jensen pining for Cougar. Lovely.

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Young Avengers

Embiggen by [archiveofourown.org profile] thingswithwings
Kamala Khan meets America Chavez. Sweet!



Captain America/Young Avengers

though i know the river is dry by [archiveofourown.org profile] defcontwo
Bucky goes on the road to find himself, and has a few interesting encounters along the way. ELI, BABY, PLEASE COME BACK TO ME.


Captain America/Orphan Black

on six crooked highways by [archiveofourown.org profile] halfmoonsevenstars
Neither Bucky nor Helena knows quite who they are, but she recognizes him when she sees him. YES. THIS.


Captain America/Elementary

Odds Are (We're Gonna Be Alright) by [archiveofourown.org profile] lady_ragnell
Sherlock knows that had Project Insight worked as HYDRA intended, he and Joan would both be dead. The knowledge does not sit well with him. Sherlock ferrets out some HYDRA agents and he and Joan have to figure out what to do about them. Ah, this crossover is quite satisfying.

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'Tis Impossible To Be Sure Of Any Thing by [archiveofourown.org profile] karanguni
Really excellent story about Vetinari and Moist and Death and taxes.



Stratigraphic Context by [archiveofourown.org profile] Aderam
"What's the plan?" John asked, redirecting the muzzle of the large gun towards the floor and pointedly taking it from Sam's hand.

"Run for the nearest exit," Sam offered ruefully, leading the way into the hallway. She could hear John's huff of disapproval behind her even over the sounds of people running in their direction.

"I don't think I like your plan," he replied.
Post-movie John and Sam for me! I like how they keep rescuing each other, and I hope that they have a peaceful future free of UAC, and this story gives me both of those things. <3



The Art of Bluffing by [archiveofourown.org profile] CousinShelley
"You're going to sit there until I fall asleep, aren't you? Staring me into submission."

"You wanted to be alone. In Hawkeye logic, that means you don't want to be alone. So I'm going to sit here, yes." She slipped her hand under the edge of the covers and took his, holding it firmly, thumb brushing over the back. "But if you tell anybody I've gone soft and tucked you in, I'll mix castor oil into your still."

Really lovely look at Hawkeye and Margaret's friendship. The ending definitely made me tear up. *sniff*



Hark the Herald Reptiles Sing by [archiveofourown.org profile] Bow
"You see, in essentials we are not so very different. I believe it comes from—your previous life," she says smugly. "There's a kind of affinity between a good surgeon and a talented painter. You grow accustomed to looking inside of people, to seeing on levels that normal people can't reach. Pulling bodies to pieces."

"Some of us do our best to reassemble them," says Joan
Joan and Moriarty share some similarities but it's the differences that are most important. Really nicely done.


Rivers of London

Folly To Be Wise by [archiveofourown.org profile] Philomytha
Excellent casefic that shows how Ettersberg reverberates even now through Nightingale's life.

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26.2 by [archiveofourown.org profile] Siria
"I have to admit," Sherlock said one morning while constructing a stack of toasted avocado sandwiches for himself, "no small part of my enjoyment of this comes from the knowledge of how much it would irritate my father to find out that not only am I spending my time engaging in what he thinks of as a pointless waste of energy, but that I'm doing so while coaching an American. It provides a unique frisson of satisfaction, one not quite communicable verbally."

"There probably is a word for it in German," Joan said, lying on the ground as she worked over her left hamstring with a foam roller, eyes watering a little as the muscles slowly unlocked.

Sherlock pointed at her with the avocado-smeared knife. "An excellent point, and one I shall most likely communicate to my father during our next communication. Adding in Germans can only help my cause."
Joan and running, a love story. ♥


Sleepy Hollow

Let's See If You Believe In Me by [archiveofourown.org profile] leupagus
Crane spends Christmas with the Mills sisters. Oh heart.


Teen Wolf

Rise, Rise, Rise (Shake Me With Your Love) by [archiveofourown.org profile] riverlight
Scott and Stiles convince the Sheriff and Melissa to go on a roadtrip with them. Shenanigans of the sex pollen variety ensue. I really liked the Melissa POV in this, and also how adult she and the sheriff are in handling things.


The West Wing

The People’s Servants by [archiveofourown.org profile] Speranza
It's Big Block of Cheese Day in the Santos White House. I draw a million sparkly hearts around this story. So perfectly THEM. Leo would be SO PROUD. *sniffle* <333

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Greek Mythology

Here Thy Hands Let Fall the Gather'd Flower by [archiveofourown.org profile] Cinaed
Nice take on Hades/Persephone. I like this version of Hades.


Legend of Korra

a gate that swings both ways by [archiveofourown.org profile] psocoptera
Korra confronts the implications of energybending. Exactly what the summary says. Thought-provoking.


Criminal Minds

Close our eyes, pretend to fly by [livejournal.com profile] that_1_incident
Understated, sweet, and lovely Morgan/Garcia story where Garcia owns a coffee shop instead of working for the BAU.



Guided by the Beauty of Our Weapons by [archiveofourown.org profile] cjmarlowe
"Well, the nature of our relationship to one another is complicated," said Joan. "Even for your father—who does care about you, by the way, even if he doesn't show it in typical ways—who knows the particulars of my former employment."

"He thinks we should be clearer about the delineation between the personal and the professional."

"Well, I can't argue with that in principle," said Joan, "but since when do we let ourselves be defined by anyone else?"

"Since always," said Sherlock. "I believe that might actually be the definition of definition."

"Well, then it's time we stopped," said Joan. "You're my friend, and my employer, and my mentor, and I am your friend and your colleague and your sounding board. We can be all of those things, as long as we understand the nature of each of them."

"Clear boundaries," said Sherlock. "Consideration. Trust. Occasional bowls of late night ice cream."

Joan smiled at him. "I think we're getting the hang of it."
During a case drought, Sherlock and Joan continue to negotiate their relationship. Nice slice-of-life story.


Rivers of London

a spell against the lonely by [archiveofourown.org profile] singlecrow
Lovely look at Nightingale over the years.



The West Wing/M*A*S*H

cj cregg meets margaret houlihan by [personal profile] raven
"What's a community organiser, anyway," she says, "isn't that what we all do, if we're worth anything. I'm a nurse, Ms. Cregg. These days, more of a midwife."

"A midwife?" CJ repeats, again feeling useless and tired.

"Some things take longer to be born than others," Margaret says, and smiles, softly. "Good luck."

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Death Before Dusk by [archiveofourown.org profile] Yahtzee
"We must do what we can, as long as we can. To cease fulfilling our duties to one another, to cease doing that which we feel is right and good – that is a death surer than any stilling of the heart. You said to me a few days ago that a swift death is preferable to a prolonged one, and I entirely agree. I will not give in. I will not surrender."

Joan's first thought is that nobody has said those words in far too long. Her second thought is that they've been echoing within her, unspoken for the belief that no one else would understand.

"If we are to die – and I know well that we may die, Watson, no matter how far and fast we run – if we are to die, let us die as we have lived." He turns and faces her, there in the small space within the crates, the two of them together in the shadows. Sherlock raises one hand in front of him, closing it into a fist as though taking hold of something unseen. "Let us defend what we valued. Let our last act be one that stands for something, even the value of one human life this close to the end."
Lovely, melancholy Elementary story based on "The Last Policeman" by Ben H. Winters.

La Chanson des Vieux Amants by [archiveofourown.org profile] language_escapes
Joan starts to spend more time with the bees.

She's still not always comfortable around them, even with her suit that makes her look like a low budget astronaut. But she likes to watch them, in their frantic scramble for food, in their obsessive devotion to the queen. Sherlock has set aside a hive just for their fledgling subspecies, and Joan spends most of her time there, watching them construct meticulous honeycombs. She changes the sugar water most days, even if Sherlock handles the collecting of the honey and the inspections for parasites. But she changes the sugar water, and it feels like she's helping them. Like she's contributing to the hive in her own small way.
A lovely history of Joan, Sherlock, and the bees.

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The Case of the Chimerical Chelonian by [archiveofourown.org profile] Siria
"I have managed to ascertain Clyde's location," Sherlock said, and beamed at her.

Joan peered at him. "You know, you phrasing it like that makes it sound like you lost him."

"It wasn't so much that I lost him as that he chose to absent himself—"

"How do you lose a tortoise, Sherlock? He can only travel at—"

"—Striking out on his own, as it were. Hence the theme song."

Joan flopped back against her pillows. "You lost Clyde."
hee! Adorable Sherlock/Joan conversation that could have come right out of an episode.

The Cupcake Mafia by [archiveofourown.org profile] Siria
"And after all, Watson," Sherlock said, clapping his flour-dusty hands, "on a most basic level, cooking is just chemistry." this is adorable.

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Not Tonight, Josephine: a duet by [archiveofourown.org profile] paperclipbitch
Really excellent story set in and around the season finale.

The Greek Scientist by [archiveofourown.org profile] calvinahobbes
Someone leaves a baby on Joan and Sherlock's doorstep. Hijinks ensue. This is adorable. (it's casefic, not baby fic, if that is not your thing.)

skip a hit, don't make a sound by [archiveofourown.org profile] feartown
Lovely slice of life look at Joan and Sherlock's life together.

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for the sane mad and the bravest monsters by [archiveofourown.org profile] language_escapes
Nice look at Sherlock, pre-series. (subsequently jossed, but still nicely done.)

A Lopsided Symmetry of Sin and Virtue by [archiveofourown.org profile] language_escapes
Joan and Sherlock pretend to be married for a case. this is a really lovely, quiet variation on the trope that felt true to both of them.

your heaven's trying everything (to break me down) by [archiveofourown.org profile] bittereternity
Lovely Joan character study.

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vatican cameos by [archiveofourwn.org profile] isawet
Five times Joan Waston refused to entertain Sherlock's demands for training. Really nicely done, gets Joan and Sherlock just right.

waltz across naïve wood floors. by [archiveofourown.org profile] paperclipbitch
Joan and Sherlock, learning to live together. Oh, heart.

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The Art of Negotiation by [archiveofourown.org profile] language_escapes
"I was testing the velocity of various sock brands," he says, which is a sort of truth. He was really just bored and throwing socks around, but it sounds better if he couches it in scientific terms.

Watson gives him a flat look. "So you were bored."

"Of course not!" Holmes protests immediately. "Knowing the difference in velocity between, say, my orange toe socks and my purple zebra socks could one day be essential to a crime."

The look Watson gives him is a familiar one. It's her you-are-shitting-me-I-swear-to-God-it's-a-miracle-I-haven't-killed-you-yet look. Watson's looks are quite eloquent. It's amazing how much disdain, frustration, and cynicism she can communicate with a simple glance.

"I don't care how bored you get, Sherlock. You're going to keep your socks out of my room!"
Sherlock and Joan adjust to living and working together. This is ADORABLE. It put a huge smile on my face.

Paler Than Grass by [archiveofourown.org profile] philalethia
"If you have concerns," she continues, "or thoughts or anything about the men I date, you are welcome to talk to me like a rational adult, but you do not ever do this again." She wiggles her phone in front of his nose, which wrinkles in displeasure. "Are we clear?"

"Quite," says Sherlock. "Feelings, actions, talking, never again. Quite clear." [...] "Yes, all right," he says eventually, his expression somewhere between a pout and a scowl. "I apologize." He lifts another spoonful to his mouth and says, still chewing, "I was only trying to be helpful."

Joan doesn't doubt it. It's just that Sherlock's attempts to be helpful fail spectacularly almost as many times as they succeed.

"Next time, just double check with me that you're actually being helpful first," she says, in her firmest no-nonsense voice, and waits for him to nod solemnly before she turns to go back upstairs.
Joan dates and Sherlock tries not to interfere. This is really lovely and in character.

This Old House by [personal profile] innie_darling
Adorable post-ep for 1.16 in which Joan and Sherlock contemplate redecorating the brownstone.

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A Secret History of Sherlock's Socks by [archiveofourown.org profile] dashakay
Joan starts to figure Sherlock out, via his socks. This is hilarious and charming and perfectly in character all at once.

Solve For X by [archiveofourown.org profile] Yahtzee
Their relationship as it stands has one mathematical certainty: It will end in twenty-five days.

At that time, her sojourn as his sober companion will end. Either Watson will pass out of his life forever, or Holmes will have to devise another option.

Maddeningly officious as she can be, stern and demanding as he sometimes finds her, he has absolutely no intention of letting her pass out of his life. Whatever he has to do to keep her around, he'll do. Holmes even briefly considered using again. A relapse into the warm deceitful embrace of heroin would mean another (hopefully briefer) stint in rehab and then another six weeks of sober companionship, wouldn't it?

But he's rejected this plan. Relapsing would be the same as saying to his father that Joan Watson had failed. He wants to keep her around, but won't throw her under the bus.
Really excellent look at Sherlock trying to figure out how to get Joan to stay after the six weeks is up, and their relationship in the bargain.

let yourself be found by [archiveofourown.org profile] radiophile
Quiet, lovely look at Joan learning to read Sherlock.


The Thin Man

The Case of the Missing Martini Olive by [archiveofourown.org profile] icepixie
"It's entirely possible that olive just couldn't stand being parted from you while you were indisposed. And I can't say I blame it."

She preened a bit at the compliment, then narrowed her eyes. "As nice as that theory is, I rather think it's you we should be investigating for the olive—specifically your stomach." She poked him in the suspected region.

"Darling, do you really think I'd eat the olive and leave the martini?"

She contemplated that for a moment. "No, I suppose that's not your style."

"Thank you." He picked up the martini glass again and swallowed the rest of it—just to be sure the missing olive hadn't turned up while they were talking, of course.
Adorable Nick/Nora that gets the banter down perfectly. <3

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Elementary/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

i think you need a shotgun blast by [archiveofourown.org profile] postcardmystery
Excellent crossover/fusion of Elementary with Buffy; epic in scope for something that's only 3K words and completely believable. Joan is a Slayer and Holmes is her Watcher.


The Middleman/Star Trek

A Christmas Card From The Middleman – 2012 by [livejournal.com profile] themiddleblog
In the past twelve months, Wendy Watson had honed the cool and sardonic demeanor that first got her this job into a weapon as powerful as a 30-Megahurt Definit-Kil Photrazon cannon. Even now, as she made an uncontrolled ascent over the city, hands white-knuckling one of the control line of a massive helium balloon in the shape of one of the adorable characters from "Ferrets of Fury" - the almost criminally popular game app that had taken the country's tablet and smartphone users by storm - her thoughts ricocheted with their usual post-modern tangentiality...but even as her mind ameliorated all the synaptic red alerts over her current predicament by busily trying to replace the lyric "high adventure beyond compare" from the theme to the old "Gummi Bears" cartoon show with the more descriptive "they're gelatinous with sucrose to spare" she truly could not tune out the screams of the fourteen year-old boy clutched beside her in the inflatable paws of this once adorable video game creation turned hateful harbinger of helium-filled hatred. Technically, this is not fanfic, since it was written by the show's creator, but *hands* it is too awesome not to rec.

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some observations on the segregation of the queen by [personal profile] siria
There were no new photographs on the wall of her parents' living room because there were no more straight lines in Joan's life. There were days when Joan was terrified of that—scared by the fact that it was hard to look back over the last two years and see how she'd gotten here from there in large part because there seemed to be no difference between the two points. Some days she found it comforting, how she could mark off the weeks only by the cycle of Mondays through Sundays, not by this prestigious fellowship or that foreign trip or by the addition of a new publication to her CV. Sharp look at Joan and how she got where she is now.


Harry Potter

i see a darkness by [livejournal.com profile] jiggeypokery
"I don't know what that means," he said, again to the flagstones. "To you or me. I don't know whether you'd want me to be that much a part of your life again or not, and frankly I've been too much of a coward to ask. I don't even know..." He trailed off, sighed, and looked into Remus's eyes again. God, Sirius's eyes. "I don't expect anything from you, not at this stage. But there it is."

Remus took a long, slow breath, and let it out again. He waited until he was sure Sirius was done speaking, and then said, "I love you," which was not what he'd expected to say, but it seemed appropriate to the situation once he'd said it. "I always have. I never stopped."

Sirius's hand had gotten pressed across his eyes somewhere in the last three sentences, and he looked wearier than ever. "I'm sorry," he said, with something not entirely unlike a laugh in the middle.
Remus and Sirius, during the last year of the first war and then during OotP. Oh my heart. *sobs*

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Building Bricks Without Zipper Masks by [livejournal.com profile] gynomancy
Joan and Sherlock negotiate the D/s elements of their relationship. Hot and sweet and very in character.


Sports Night

You and Me and the City Makes Three
by [livejournal.com profile] innie_darling
Dan and Dana and NYC = OT3.



take your cues by [livejournal.com profile] abvj
Really lovely Donna/Harvey story in which Harvey bides his time until he doesn't. and the sequels: Equilibrium and a minor acclimation

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Feegles on a Firefly by [archiveofourown.org profile] SpaceAnJL
A blur of blue up the front of Jayne's t-shirt, and there is a noise like someone hitting a steak. Jayne staggers, cross-eyed with the effort of looking at the thing astride his nose. The creature butts him again.

"Crivens, isnae many Bigjobs can tek a second heidful o' Wee Begbie." says a small admiring voice, just before he passes out.
Exactly what it says on the tin. Absolutely HILARIOUS.


Middleman/The Tick

The Certified Write-Off Wrangling by [personal profile] romantical
Brief, adorably hilarious Middleman/The Tick crossover.


Elementary/The Good Wife

with her killer graces and her secret places by [personal profile] crossedwires
Joan opens the front door and leans on the door frame, projecting nonchalance as much as she can. "You don't call, you don't write, you don't reply to any of my messages. I was starting to think you broke up with me and forgot to let me know."

"We're not in a relationship, remember?" In her boots, Kalinda is a good three inches taller than a barefoot Joan, who straightens up as Kalinda reaches for her. "I've been caught up at work. You know how it goes."

Joan stands on her tiptoes, balancing on Kalinda's arm, so they're almost eye-to-eye. "I could've sworn there were phones in Chicago the last time I visited."

"Yeah, well... Surprise?" says Kalinda, with a tiny forgive-me? smile. And Joan is lost, between that smile, those boots and this kiss.
Brief, lovely Joan Watson/Kalinda Sharma. Yes, please.



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