John walked through the park on his way back to the flat, 221B, the full moon shining above him as he skirted the woods bordering the park. A howl resounded through the still fall night.
"Must be a stray" John thought as he pulled his jacket collar closer around his neck to ward off the shivers the howl shot through his spine. A loud crack of a stick caused John to turn towards the woods to see two large golden eyes staring back at him.
"H-hello boy" John cautiously lifted his hand as the ward off the beast.
A blood curdling snarl resounded as a large grey and white beast flew at John, biting his upraised forearm. John pulled a small knife and stabbed it into the creature's side. The wolf like beast howled in pain as it jumped off John and ran deep into the woods. John scrambled up and ran the way to the flat and inside, slamming then sinking down against the door.
"I asked for a pen." Sherlock said, typing on his laptop.
"Shut up Sherlock" John gasped out, clutching his bloody arm.
Sherlock looked over at John sitting ragged on the ground by the door
"J-John!" He yelled as he rushed over "what happened?" He held Johns arm and looked at the deep, red blood on his fingers coming from John's arm and took a deep shaky breath.
"I-I'll help you" Sherlock finally choked out and he stood to grab a first aid kit. John looked over at his normally steely friend who was looking much paler than usual. Sherlock came over and with shaky hands cleaned Johns wounds and bandaged them. After Sherlock had finished John stood shakily
"Well Sherlock thank you. I'm going to go sleep this off now" John said. Sherlock waved him off as John went to bed. Sherlock looked at his bloodied fingers with a look that could only be described as bloodlust.
"No. No. Not again. I'm not going back to that" he said as he stood up tall and walked to the kitchen and washed his hands off quickly, splashing water beside the sink on either side.
John tossed and turned in his bed, mumbling something unintelligible in his deep, dreamless sleep. The next morning he woke up ravenous and shuffled to the kitchen. "Morning John." Sherlock said, not looking up from his morning paper.
John grumbled something that could only be translated as a deep guttural growl.
Sherlock lowered his paper to look at his disgruntled friend.
"I'm going to change your bandage" Sherlock said while walking over to John.
"No leave it I'm fine" John said, jerking his arm from Sherlock, making the loosened bandage fall off revealing a light bruise where the bite was with no scarring.
"John?" Sherlock said
"I said leave it Sherlock." John said with a snarl as he shoved past Sherlock to the stove holding a carton of eggs and pack bacon.
"I thought you didn't like bacon"
"Well now I do"
Sherlock looked at his heavily irritated friend and placed a hand gently on his shoulder
"John? Are you feeling ok?"
John turned to face him, looking up with bloodshot eyes.
"Yes. Just fine. Now get off my back"
John turned back to making his breakfast and Sherlock to his paper.
The day went on and Sherlock checked his laptop.
"We have a case John" he said, standing and rushing to grab his coat and scarf.
John turned his head from facing the back of the couch to look at Sherlock
"No. YOU have a case." And he pulled his robe tighter around him and curled into a ball on the couch.
"He acting... Like me." Sherlock thought. "Fine then. I'll be back later. Tell Mrs. Hudson that I've gone out"
"Fine then" John grumbled
Sherlock walked down to street level and walked to the park John was at the night before and saw Lestrade standing in front of a taped off area. "What is it Lestrade?"
"Well we've got a murder. And a strange one at that. Come see"
They walked under the tape into the woods to find an unclothed mans dead body face down in the dirt with a small knife in his side and bite marks all over.
Sherlock bent down and examined the body, he pulled a glove over his hand and removed the knife then looked it over. He recognized it as John's knife and placed it into an evidence bag. He looked over the bite marks knowing them to be wolf from the teeth but immensely large and with a small amount of clear liquid around it.
"Test this" he said as he scooped some into a small tube and handed it to Lestrade. "But I'll need to keep this for examination" motioning to the knife in a bag and walking away.
"Sherlock!"
"What now?"
"You can't just take that"
"Fine take it" Sherlock handed it back to Lestrade begrudgingly.