COLD HEART - Epilogue

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"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, John. Please stop fussing."

Sherlock and John were sat back at the flat, and it was late in the evening. Lestrade sat on the single chair, opposite Sherlock and John on the sofa; John had just come home and been told everything, as had Lestrade, who had been sworn to secrecy. "We're going to tell people that it was a group hallucination." he informed them. "After what I've been told, I just…" he closed his eyes and rubbed them. "Your 'Lazarus' turned out to be Professor Alfie Jeffrey. An American. He's been deported, for what he's done, and he's on death row." Sherlock nodded, closing his eyes and leaning back into the sofa.

After Lestrade had gone, John stared at Sherlock. "Are you-"

"I am FINE!" he snapped, frowning, and John smiled back at him.

"So what happened… with the blood in the sink at the women's house? That was too fresh to be a transformation, surely?" Sherlock nodded quietly to John's question, getting to his feet and moving to the window, peeking out.

"They had a gentleman stay over the night before." he informed John. "He cut himself shaving and went to the shops. That was why her homeless sister was there." he continued staring out the window.

"You said he wanted you alive. Then why were you shot?" John still looked pale at the thought of what Sherlock had done. He'd had to carefully treat the horrible grazes on Sherlock's back.

"That wasn't our American Lazarus." Sherlock said, turning around. "Just as I expected." John didn't ask for an explanation, because he could already hear the cars outside.

Mycroft didn't knock, striding straight in. Sherlock looked at him. "Why did you have me shot?" there was a low rage that John hadn't heard in his voice before. Mycroft just looked vaguely amused.

"I had to find out the problem, dear brother. I also hoped to incapacitate you, as I believed you were interfering with something out of your depth. Unfortunately, you were not-"

"MYCROFT! Don't lie to me!" Sherlock's roar made both of them jump.

"Alright, brother dear." he gave a dark scowl. "I needed your blood, to know what had been done to you. I did need you incapacitated. We knew that there was unlawful testing happening, but we did not know to what degree. Are you happy now?" Sherlock's eyes had become draconic, and John noticed he was shaking slightly, black claws on his hands. "And I assure you, Sherlock." his brother twirled that umbrella. "If you prove a threat to this country, we will annihilate you. Goodnight." he walked away. John watched the trembling Sherlock for a few moments, as the black-haired man strode into his room.

He emerged in his pyjama bottom and John stared at him. "I'll be back later. Leave the door open." he told John, then disappeared up the stairs. There was a distant door noise; then John heard a roar, fading into the distance, accompanied by the beating of huge wings.

The End?

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