The end

John took another step and suddenly the lights went out. It was disorienting for a moment because it had been so bright before with all the lights on. He had been a solider though, so he was quick to adapt to the situation which in this case meant moving away from an armed mad man(the man hadn't pulled out the gun but it was obviously there John knew the bulge of a weapon when he saw one).

The room was large, obviously the top most suite in a very expensive hotel even with the drapes pulled that much had been easy to tell.

It was lucky that he had moved so quickly because moments later the glass shattered behind him and someone came through. It was so dark but thanks to the bit of light from outside that John could make out the crouched form of Sherlock in his beast form. There was a growling that sent a shiver down his spine for he had never heard a sound like it before.

His enraged friend seemed to turn in his direction briefly crouching over him before launching himself at the only other being in the room. John remained where he was because he would be but a liability if he got involved.

"Are you in love with him Sherlock? Did you honestly think he could want you when he could have me? You saw him walking toward me. He had agreed to be mine forever." Jim taunted. He had his gun out now and Sherlock had dove away and was waiting for a chance to strike. Jim was trying to anger him he knew.

Sherlock took a breath. Jim was close to him now. He threw himself upon the man. Two gun shots went off luminous in the darkness. There was a howl and a scream and then there was nothing but labored breathing.

Moments later the lights came back up. Jim Moriarty lie dead upon the floor blood him and staining the beige carpet.

Sherlock was mere centimeters away. Bleeding from a gun shot wound. John rushed over to him. He would have use the phone but his rescue was obviously planned and he had no

doubt that help was on the way.

"John," Sherlock panted.

"Don't talk," John said. He had pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound to slow the flow of the blood.

"John," Sherlock said again. "Were you really going to go with him?"

John laughed. "Yeah. He said if I didn't he would kill all the people who I care about. I couldn't let that happen. If that hadn't been the case I would have never agreed because there is only room in my heart for one mad man."

"Who?" Sherlock asked weakly.

"You of course. Was there ever any doubt?

"Why me?" Sherlock asked. In a voice that was almost a whisper

"Well because the cosmos has a wicked sense of humor seeing as I have fallen in love with you and I am sure that it is unrequited."

"Idiot," Sherlock said and then his eyes closed and his breathing began to slow.

"Don't you dare die you idiot not after you just made me confess my love.

Suddenly, John felt the body under his hands shift. It was still dark though, did that mean the curse was broken? John looked back at the wound. It was healed but Sherlock had lost so much blood already.

Three days later

"So let me see if I understand this," John said as he looked at Sherlock who was now lying in hospital bed trying to look innocent and failing miserably. "You can still turn into a beast."

"Yes, but at will now."

"Furthermore," John continued, "I can turn into one too."

"Yes, side effect of breaking the curse I suppose."

"You are so lucky that I love you, you know that?"

Sherlock's eyes softened. "I know," he said with such happiness and vulnerability shown in his voice and expression that John couldn't find it in himself to be mad anymore. Well at least they were on a more equal footing, the blond thought to himself, while shaking his head because he realized only then that Sherlock would no doubt wish to experiment with this now that they could both do it.

A/N this is the end of this flufftastic piece of fluff. it's a bit different from the traditional beauty and the beast ending but it's Sherlock so it is expected. I might add a clip of them running around London in beast form later but for now this is complete. Thanks for reading it.