A/N: So a few things I just want to throw out here: 1 For all of you who don't know a Valkyrie is a mythical creature from Norse mythology that chose the soldiers who would live and die in battle. 2 This is my first fan fic ever so please no flames and I apologize if it's no good 3 " " means dialogue and ' ' means thoughts

WARNINGS: swear words, kissing, and revenge

Anything for You

Sherlock stood at the latest crime scene watching with only slight interest as the criminal was apprehended and forced into the police car. John stood by watching with much more interest, the look on his face revealing pleasure in their latest closed case and that he was contemplating what he would name this case in his blog.

As the cars began to leave and Sherlock turned to head back to the flat John turned to him about to ask him what he thought of the cliché name he had come up for this case. Just as he opened his mouth to ask a separate voice cut him off.

"Excuse me Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock turned to find a young girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes standing behind him. There was something odd about her but Sherlock dismissed it as he quickly analyzed what she wanted from him.

"You want me to take your case?"

The girl nodded. "Yes please Mr. Holmes. You see my….."

"Your brother," Sherlock stated cutting her off, "he died. Suicide was the official report but you don't want to believe that to be the case so you've come to me to try and prove to everyone that your brother didn't kill himself. Sorry to break it to you kid but your brother did commit suicide."

The girl looked at him with desperation "No Mr. Holmes you don't understand he….."

"Was in trouble." Sherlock said clearly bored with this conversation. "He had people who wanted him dead but they aren't responsible for his death he is. Your case is of no interest to me since it isn't even a real case."

Sherlock turned to leave, his coat billowing out behind him dramatically, leaving John and the girl behind. John turned to the girl.

"Im sorry about him his social skills are….nonexistent. Im also sorry about your brother miss…"

"Zylander. Zylander Valkyrja. And there's no need to apologize for him," she said staring intensely at John, "he'll learn his lesson soon enough."

With that Zylander turned and left leaving John feeling incredibly confused and slightly threatened. Shrugging the feeling off as paranoia he turned and ran after Sherlock.

Three Weeks Later

John felt the blood running down his face, creating red streaks from his hairline to his jaw where the blood then pooled and dripped off his face. He looked around desperate to find Sherlock but the rain wasn't helping him at all. Here they were chasing down yet another criminal of London and, of course, they were doing it in the rain. He heard gunshots and ran towards them praying to God that he would not find Sherlock lying on the ground bleeding to death. As he turned the corner he found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun.

Sherlock stared at the suspect he was trying to catch. Last week Lesterade had been forced to shoot the suspect's partner to save the life of a young boy which had led to a massacre of innocent people. And now here was the suspect standing in the street, rain pouring down around him, with a gun pointed directly at John's head. Sherlock felt his blood run to ice. He and John had been together since The Fall or one year, four months, eleven days, two hours, thirty minutes, and approximately eighteen seconds, not that he was counting. Realizing he had spaced out Sherlock snapped his attention back to the present, back to the gun pointed at his lover's face.

"Now you'll know what it feels like to lose someone you love! Someone who means everything to you!" screamed the man.

"I didn't shoot your partner!" Sherlock screamed back.

"You might as well have! You put him in a position he couldn't get out of and then you let another cop shoot him so you wouldn't have blood on your hands! You're as guilty as the bastard who shot him if not more so!" The man turned to John and smiled, "Time to say night night to your partner because he's never gonna wake up."

Sherlock moved forward in a last attempt to disarm the man but as soon as he was close enough to the BLAM of a gun being fired deafened him. The rain stopped, frozen in the middle of the air. Everything around them froze; Sherlock could feel his heart stop.

'But that's not possible,' he thought 'my heart couldn't have stopped. I'm still alive.'

Just then time crashed into fast forward and Sherlock found himself at John's side holding him and staring at the blood pouring out of his lover's face. The man was gone but Sherlock didn't even notice he was too focused on John the world faded to black the only thing there was John.

'Pulse! Check his pulse you bloody idiot!'

With shaking hands Sherlock touched John's wrist and felt his pulse. It was there but hardly and fading fast. He heard sirens and knew that help was coming.

"It's ok John. Help is coming they're going to help you and you'll be just fine."

When the ambulance arrived Sherlock picked up John and laid him down onto the stretcher ignoring the protests of the paramedics that he shouldn't be handling John since he wasn't medically trained. Once John was in the ambulance and had the paramedics shouting orders at each other in a desperate attempt to save his life Sherlock allowed himself to be loaded into the second ambulance.

Just before the doors of the ambulance closed Sherlock saw a figure standing in the alley the rain falling but not touching the figure as if it had a barrier between it and the falling rain. Sherlock stared at the figure as long as possible before being sped away to the hospital and to John.

A flash of lightning shot across the sky lighting up Zylander's face. "Let the lesson begin."