Authors note: I'm sorry for the wait guys I was on vacation with bad wifi, so I am finishing the next chapter but hopefully this next one will do for now, please follow and review.
standard disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
John gripped the side of the door to keep him standing, no no no this was not possible, he thought to himself.
"H-h-how Sherlock how?" He asked.
Sherlock gave a weak fake chuckle "Moriarty John who else."
"This isn't possible not one bit-"
"Well guess what john! It is! I have now got two god darn wings to deal with!" Sherlock shouted at John. Then sherlocks voice cracked and John saw something he had not seen a while, a tear slid down sherlocks face.
"John..." He said worried, "how can I go out to do cases, he has me locked in like a caged animal John I don't know what to do, he won...""
"No Sherlock he has not he won't-"
"Does it look like I have won? John for once in your life give a fair deduction."
John looked down and opened his mouth.
"Sherlock,"
"Yes"
"How"
"I don't know"
"Sherlock, let me look"
Sherlock looked up with a surprised look on his face. He saw that John was serious so he nodded and sat up his wings shifted making John shudder. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on sherlocks back. He began to examine where the wings were attached.
"Sherlock, I'm going to ask some questions and tell you a few things so please listen."
Sherlock gave a small nod.
"Ok, so can you feel your wings, like the way to feel your arm or leg?"
"I, think so, touch it"
John gave one wing a small squeeze. Sherlock blinked and gave a surprised look.
"Whoa"
"What?"
"I, I felt it, like it's always been apart of me."
John just nodded, not out if pleasure or fear just a single nod.
"Does this area hurt?"
John ran his hand over the place on sherlocks back that the wings had been attached. Sherlock flinched. John gave a concerned look.
"No, just is sore"
"Okay, I'm going to feel around your, your wings now and if it hurts just tell me and I will sto-"
"John, pain is the least of my worries right now."
John scowled, you can put wings on him but he will always be Sherlock Holmes. John began to feel his wings, they were like bird wings but a little stronger, like they were meant to be for a human, the joints were bent now since Sherlock was sitting. Then, John had and interesting idea.
"Sherlock," John said, "can you try to open your wings?"
Sherlock nodded again and closed his eyes.
"John, I, don't know how"
"If I am correct it is like flexing your arm, please try."
"Fine"
Sherlock tried again in to his surprise the wings flexed outward. Sherlock looked over his Shoulder to watch. Johns eyes were wide in shock.
"Wow."
After about ten minutes John got onto the other side of the bed to face Sherlock.
"Okay, so it seems they attached joint to your back bone and then the wings to that. I can't tell much without equipment but if j were to guess they must have found a way to attach nerves to your brain and the wings and blood and well, all the kind of thing in your arm or a birds wing and-"
"John, this is fascinating but please tell me this, can they be removed?"
John opened his mouth but then looked down.
"I, I don't believe so, you are now a part of them as they are to you, I'm sorry."
Sherlocks wings folded down as he lay on the pillow. Another tear ran down his face.
"Sherlock I'm sorr-"
"John I don't need pity"
"Sherlock, we need to tell Lestrade I mean how can you do cases-"
"John I don't know if I can, I mean I can't go out side without being locked up, I'm now caged into my flat like a animal. If I can't do any use with these things than I don't know I what I will do. John?"
Sherlock asked, for John was now staring at sherlocks wings.
"Sherlock, when you lay down your wings shifted in a certain way like how birds do. Like you have some bird genes in you as well,"
Sherlock sat up.
"John, your right! I did not even think when I lay! It was like instinct! If I have this small instinct and some genes then could that mean that I could-"
They both said the next word together, "Fly!"
