Name: Johnlock throughout the ages
Summary: Sherlock was condemned to live his life over and over again after his "war crimes" as the character Khan in Star Trek into the Darkness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, The Hobbit, OR Star Trek.

Sherlock sat up in bed. He had once been great, now he was simply the remnants of those he had once been. John stirred next to him, his eyes fluttering open. They locked onto Sherlock's face hazily.
"Another dream about Khan and Ari?" John asked.
"Yes." Sherlock responded.
They had been flat-mates for about a year before they became more. Boyfriends carried a lot more baggage than flat-mates. Sherlock had learnt to trust, against his better nature, and had eventually told John everything. He had once been the leader of a master race. They had called him Khan, and he had been ruthless and evil. He was exiled due to what they called "war crimes". The term still disgusted him, as the saying goes, all's fair in love and war. Sherlock, or Khan as he was called then, and his crew, consisting entirely of genetically enhanced people were put in cryogenic sleep champers. They had made Khan watch as his people, those he loved most, were put to rest in icy champers. As the leader, Khan was forced to take full responsibility, and he had to the fullest until they led Ari, Khan's lover to the deck. They had said, as punishment for his crimes, Khan must watch his mate and husband be put into cryogenic sleep as well as his crew. In addition to the 71 already in sleep, were added Khan and his lover making the count 73. Khan had fought greatly to defend Ari but they had him at a disadvantage. He managed to kill 20 of his captors before they managed to get him back under control. In response to the killing of their people, they had a mage come forth. She cursed Khan, so that when he woke, if he ever did, he would relive this life for all eternity. Then, at last, they put the mighty Khan to rest, kicking, punching, screaming, and vowing revenge. John Watson, the reincarnation of his beloved Ari, eyed Sherlock tiredly.
"There was nothing you could have done." John said trying to sound reassuring.
"You're right, as always John. It does not do to dwell in the past." Sherlock responded, climbing out of bed. Sherlock went to the bathroom and ran the cold water. After slashing his face a few times with the icy liquid he turned it off. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was once again reminded of his people. He remembered those he once loved, and those he vowed vengeance on.
Khan had been awakened three times, each to die only to begin again. He remembered his past lives. They had marred his soul. His love had been there in all three and would be there for them all. Sherlock's hands curled into fists at his sides. Those that did this to him would pay.
"Sherlock, I'm making pancakes for breakfast, how many do you want?" John called from the kitchen. Although, thinking about it, Sherlock should thank them. Those fools offered him the chance to live with his only love for the rest of eternity. Sherlock chuckled to himself; he was going to make the most of it while it lasted.
"3." Sherlock called back before sauntering into the kitchen and kissing John tenderly on the forehead.
John giggled a very strange sound when emanating from an army doctor veteran who occasionally suffered from PTSD.
"What was that for?" John asked turning to face his much taller counterpart.
"For being mine." Sherlock responded with one of his rare smiles. Those smiles are what made John's world brighter. John grinned back before returning to his pancakes.