Author's Note: This is the end. A very short check-up on the monster and his boy because I don't like endings and I didn't want to have a sad ending. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Thank you to all who gave my questionable writing skills a chance! I do not own anything and I will never own anything.

The monster had been around for centuries. 500 years, in fact. 500 years of darkness and deceit; fear and turmoil. For much of his long, long life, the monster had been self-serving. Callous and unfeeling was this six-foot shadow.

Then, this monster met a young boy and this boy introduced the monster, who had thought he had known everything there was to be known, to the concept of love. And there was a light in the darkness.

The monster, filled with love for a small boy that had offered him the world, now spent all of his days enjoying a happiness that he had never felt before.

This happiness and this love were the cause of an immense change in the monster. For when a monster learns to love, they become a true Guardian Angel.

Sherlock never thought he would be capable of such a weighty title. Guardian Angels fought for what was right while monsters loved causing wrongs.

But, as he watched the medic of the British Army with a shoulder wound recover in the Afghan hospital, Sherlock now thought that there was no one else he would rather be than John Watson's Guardian Angel.

And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. -John 1:5