"Taxi!" Sherlock called out when a yellow car whisked by him on the main street. The main street was placed about a kilometre from Mycroft's estate. The car slowed down when the driver heard Sherlock's voice and turned around to catch Sherlock up. Sherlock opened the door and went in. Mycroft had offered him a drive but Sherlock had said no. He wanted to get to John on his own.

"Where're ya heading?" the driver asked with a southern American dialect. Oddly enough, it was a woman. She had long blonde hair that was set in a ponytail with a bright red tassel. Her face was round though still thin and was adorned with a couple of cute freckles. Sherlock found himself thinking she was beautiful, not as beautiful as John though.

Sherlock gave the hospital's address to the driver and they eventually arrived after half an hour. Sherlock hurried his way into the hospital, not caring about the hospital personnel coming after him with angry voices telling him to stop.

Sherlock sighed deeply and turned around.

"What?" he said with a tense voice and stared at the two women in front of him.

"You need to go to reception and talk to the personnel over there before you're allowed to go anywhere else," the nurse named Stephanie according to the name tag on her chest told him. Sherlock rolled his eyes and did as she said. After all, he didn't want any trouble; he just wanted to go to John as soon as possible.

He announced who he was, who he was going to visit and that he was the patient's lover to the man in reception. Though he lied about his name because it still remained in his papers that he was dead. If Molly had still been alive, she would have fixed it already...

The man told him things he already knew, like which room number John was in, and then showed him to the intensive care unit to John's room. Sherlock quietly went into the room with his heart beating like a jungle drum. His mouth went dry when he saw John lying on the bed embedded in a cover with different hospital paraphernalia connected to his chest. He was fast asleep. Sherlock tiptoed his way further into the room and put a chair beside John's bed. He sat down and looked at John's face with already crying eyes. He remembered their last night together so clearly.

How he had gathered his last piece of strength to ask John if he wanted to marry him and how John had answered yes. How John had explained how he wanted them to go home and to remember everyone that had fought and passed away in the fight.

The heartbreaking memories became too much to handle. Sherlock took a deep breath and let the memories that streamed inside his head slowly wash away. He was together with John again and nothing would split them apart, not even John's ticking clock. He would stop its ticking for sure.

Sherlock gently took John's hand in his and caressed it slowly. He immediately felt blood rushing to both his face and his lower parts. John was his life's biggest love after all so he couldn't blame his body reacting like that. He still wanted to have John in every way possible and he had deeply missed touching his lover's skin.

John grunted cutely in his sleep and his face seemed to relax a bit when Sherlock touched his hand. A very warm and happy chicken ran around inside Sherlock's stomach when he saw John's face relaxing like that.

"If he only could open his eyes..." Sherlock thought impatiently while continuing to stroke John's hand softly.

It was as if his wish had been heard and granted by someone because John drew a deep sigh before his eyelids started to flutter. Sherlock's heartbeat sped up again and he stared at John with excitement.

A big worry wrinkle formed on John's forehead as he saw Sherlock's face in front of him.

"I must be high. Some doctor must have pumped me with some drug." John thought almost laughing out loud because he was truly going insane. Sherlock couldn't actually be there. It was impossible. Something like resurrection couldn't just happen. It wasn't logical at all.

"John?" Sherlock whispered. John noticed that his voice was very tentative and a bit worried. Of course Sherlock was worried, he was a projection made by John's insane mind after all!

"You're not real. You're not here with me. Miracles don't happen like that. Well, they did when I met you. Every minute I spent with you was a miracle. But something like this? No. God I am rambling to a hallucination! Good going John!" John blabbered, the heart rate monitor connected to his heart beeping faster as the man got worked up.

"John...Calm down please...I am real and I am here with you. I have resurrected, believe it or not though it is true. I am really here. I am not made by drugs or hallucinations. I am here with you." Sherlock said softly to his life. John stared at him for a moment before realizing that Sherlock was in fact there. Tears burst out of John's eyes as he realized that the one thing he had been thinking of and pining for constantly the last five years was sitting right beside his hospital bed. Sherlock was here, Sherlock was back, Sherlock was alive.

"Sherlock...Back..." was the only thing John could say to Sherlock before he literally threw himself at the other man, screaming and crying from pure happiness. One of the electrodes snapped when he jumped into Sherlock's arms but John couldn't care less.

"I don't get how this is even possible but by God I am so happy..." John cried out and held Sherlock tightly to his body. Sherlock dug his fingers into John's hair and cooed at him softly while kissing all over his face, carefully avoiding his lips until the right moment. John was sobbing and laughing, blending together in a charming mix of emotions, before he suddenly stopped with a gasp. Sherlock released his tight hold on John, pulling back slightly to peer into his face worriedly.

"John?" he asked, his voice only a whisper from the emotions storming inside him.

"No...It's nothing…It's just my chest...That's why I am here." John said looking a bit embarrassed.

Sherlock frowned at this. Why was John embarrassed about that? The thought bothered him.

"It is nothing to be embarrassed of my love." Sherlock whispered and kissed John's cheek, pushing his hand softly against John's chest as he was trying to ease the pain.

"Do the doctors know what is wrong with you?" Sherlock then asked, still kissing John's soft face. John shook his head.

"No they don't. Not yet at least. I guess they haven't gone through all of their examinations yet." John replied. "But let's not talk about that." he added.

Sherlock nodded, thinking the same. He didn't want to tell John why his chest was hurting; he needed to speak to Anderson first. They went silent for a moment.

"Sherlock... I love you." John said, breaking the silence.

When John finally uttered the words that Sherlock had been longing to hear once again, since his re-arrival back into this world, Sherlock felt his whole soul beaming, filling with such contentment and happiness that it felt like it was trying to escape through his mouth to reach the vast space outside of his body where it would never have to be contained again.

"John, I love you too." Sherlock whispered and gripped John's hand firmly in his before leaning in towards John's face, giving him the most emotion filled kiss he could manage to do. Both men started weeping from the overflow of emotions and from the deep love they felt for each other. Sherlock deepened the kiss by entering his soul-mate's mouth with his tongue and digging his fingers once again into the back of John's scruffy hair. John answered this by putting his arm behind Sherlock's neck, drawing Sherlock closer, and responding with his tongue as well. Sherlock entangled John's tongue with his and played with it while he moved his hand from John's hair to his neck, rubbing it a little. John moaned slightly into Sherlock's mouth and it sent shivers down the consulting detective's spine. He wanted to have John here and now on the bed though he knew it wouldn't work nor be a good idea and that made him just a bit frustrated. He bit John's lower lip in frustration causing John to moan even louder. Sherlock felt he was close to not being able to control himself so he licked John's lips slowly and sensually before breaking the kiss.

"Sherlock I want you, now, in every way possible right on the bed." John whispered, his voice husky. He licked his lips and looked at Sherlock with dilated pupils. Sherlock grinned smugly.

"I want you too, though no. Your body is not in the right condition and it is not suitable to have sexual intercourse here. Especially not when there is a full moon dangling in the sky outside and with me being a werewolf," he said and nibbled at John's earlobe, teasing him. John moaned.

"Stop teasing me or I will attack you." John breathed out making Sherlock's head spin.

"Oh I can't wait." Sherlock murmured and kissed John's cheek lovingly. He settled John back into his hospital bed carefully before moving back to his chair right beside the bed and seating himself.

John smiled at Sherlock and put his hand on his cheek.

"I'm so glad you're finally here with me Sherlock. I have waited for you so long, or no. I have waited for me to...uh..." John quieted down. Sherlock saw straight through him.

"You have been waiting for you to die? Is that what you want to say John?" Sherlock said. He felt anger flaring up inside him. How could John be so incredibly selfish?! Sure, John was his mate and a mate cannot live without his other part for a long time, but they had children together and John needed to live for them! Sherlock couldn't imagine what would have happened with his family if he hadn't come back... Maybe John would have committed suicide just to be with Sherlock again?

"Yes...Or no...well...It has just been so hard to be without you and since the ache started, everything has just become even harder...but you're back now and well that's the only thing I have ever wished for." John said with his face flushed. It was clear that he was ashamed of what he was saying.

Sherlock decided to leave it be, he really didn't want to fight with John right now. He just wanted them to be together and happy now when they had finally reunited. He nodded as an answer and hugged John tightly.

"I hope you will get out of the hospital soon. I want to hug you without these cords." he whispered and pecked John's lips. John smiled at him.

"I wish that too." he said with a huge yawn.

"You tired?" Sherlock asked softly and stroked John's hair.

"Yeah...The medicines...They make me tired..." he said with another yawn. "Oh, I almost forgot. There will be a doctor coming along here sometime to administer me more medicine." John added and looked at Sherlock with tired eyes.

"I see. I must be going then." Sherlock said softly, thinking it was a good enough reason for him to leave to see Anderson, though he didn't actually want to leave John just yet.

"Please stay...What if you go now and I never see you again?" asked John sadly and reached out his hand towards Sherlock. Sherlock placed his hand in John's and John tightly grasped it.

"You will see me again John. I promise you that." Sherlock whispered, kissing each one of John's fingers before letting go of his hand.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" John asked, his face still a bit sad.

"I think so but I can't promise anything." Sherlock said truthfully. He couldn't actually promise anything about that since he didn't know how much time the visit to Anderson would take.

John nodded, mouth pouting. He was disappointed with Sherlock leaving.

"No, do not use that face..." Sherlock whispered and kissed John's nose.
"I will be back. Believe me," he added and looked into John's beautiful eyes.

John nodded slightly.

"Okay then..." he said, finally accepting that Sherlock was going to leave.

The door opened and a doctor came in.

"Hello there John." the doctor said as he walked closer to John while looking into his journal.

"Hello..." John said, yawning again.

"Getting a bit tired are we?" the doctor asked and looked up from his journal. He looked at Sherlock with a smile.

"Hello." he said to Sherlock and Sherlock greeted him with a nod. The doctor went to John's heart monitor and gave it a quick look before grabbing one of John's IV's. He fiddled with it for a moment. John grew more and more tired with each second the doctor fiddled. When the doctor was done with giving John medicine, he put the electrode back on John's chest again. Sherlock stroked John's cheek and kissed it a last time before he whispered 'goodbye' and left the room.


"Welcome Sherlock! I have missed you so much!" Anderson said as he welcomed Sherlock into his apartment. Anderson looked a bit different since the last time they had met. He had gotten a few wrinkles on his face and his hair had grown longer, it reached down to his chest. He had also braided an eagle feather into his hair. He definitely looked more native american-like than before. Sherlock figured it must be some sort of midlife crisis Anderson was going through.

Anderson stretched out his arms and hugged Sherlock tightly. Sherlock hugged him back and chuckled softly.

"I have missed you too Anderson. It is very nice to see you again." he said truthfully with a big grin.

"Oh, I thought I would never hear that from the great Sherlock Holmes." Anderson teased, referring to old times before Sherlock met John and acted like a complete jerk as soon as Anderson was anywhere near him.

"Oh shut up Anderson, you are lowering the IQ of the entire street." Sherlock quoted himself and Anderson laughed out loud.

"It is truly nice to see you again." Anderson said softly and the two men went further into the apartment.

Different kinds of werewolf appurtenance from different cultures and myths were spread around Anderson's apartment. For instance, he had different kinds of Indian dreamcatchers hanging from the roof of every room they went through. Finally, they reached his library room. Bookshelves covered every wall of the room and in the middle of the room was a small, round table with two chairs facing each other. On top of the table was a lit candle and from the ceiling hanged a faintly glowing lamp.

Anderson sat down on one of the chairs and told Sherlock to do the same, which he did.

"Okay Sherlock...I guess you want to hear about John?" Anderson presumed and looked calmly at Sherlock.

"Well, I already know about him. Mycroft and I had a fight yesterday and...Well...Mycroft told me John is dying." Sherlock said a bit awkwardly and looked at Anderson with sad eyes.

"Ah. That's completely right." Anderson said with a nod.

"Why? Or, uhm, I know why, though I do not understand how he can still be alive? Should he not be dead already, given that he has been without me for five years?" Sherlock asked bewildered. He steeples his hands together and leaned his chin on them.

"Yes, he should already be dead. If a werewolf dies, the connection between the wolf and his human mate are cut and the human mate's body slowly breaks down and then about a month or two after the werewolf's death, the human mate dies. But you know what? I think that it was John's stubbornness that helped him to keep on living. Even though he had lost the very thing necessary for his existence he kept on living because he knew he had to take care of your children and that you didn't want him to kill himself. But now when he had come to the conclusion that he actually couldn't survive without you, the death sentence started and there is nothing that can stop it." Anderson explained slowly with a soft voice.

"Nothing that can stop it? But Mycroft said yesterday that a lot of possibilities exist to stop him dying. That is the very reason I am here! To find a way to make John continue to live!" Sherlock exclaimed and didn't think about the fact that he may have sounded very rude.

Anderson grimaced, hurt by Sherlock's words before replying.

"Well there are possibilities for him to continue living...However, many of them haven't been tested yet and a couple that have been don't work," he replied and raised himself from the chair. He went to one of the many bookshelves and started searching for a particular book. He found it after a while and returned to the table, this time standing beside Sherlock instead of sitting in front of him.

Sherlock looked at the old and dusty book. Even though it was dusty, it was still in good shape. It had a leather bound hardcover with beautiful golden depictions of werewolves and humans 'running' around the title.

Anderson opened the book and searched among the register until he found what he was looking for. He opened to the page and showed it to Sherlock.

"Here...Read here." Anderson said and Sherlock started reading where Anderson was pointing.

"If a human's werewolf mate has passed away, the connection between the human mate and the werewolf is broken and the human mate will slowly die by different kinds of usually benign sicknesses, often heartache and memory loss. The human mate will die approximately a month after the werewolf's death. On rare occasions the human mate can survive a little longer without his/her mate though it always ends the same, with the human mate dying eventually."

"This isn't something new Anderson." Sherlock growled angrily at his friend while shaking his head and closing the book. "He is doomed to die!" Sherlock shouted out and hammered the table with his fist. "And I just got him back!" he added furiously.

"Now now Sherlock calm down." Anderson cooed and patted his back softly.

"I cannot believe this is happening Anderson. I thought John and I would get our eternity together when I was revived...But now...It is John leaving me instead." Sherlock whispered, his voice broken.

"Hush...easy...I will help you two find a way, okay?" Anderson murmured softly. He kept stroking Sherlock's back.

"But how? There is no way." Sherlock said. He had lost all hope for his and John's future.

"There is a way Sherlock! Mycroft said it and I did too. I will search through my whole library tonight, and if I don't find anything I will search through London's library, and if I don't find anything there I will search through the internet and contact our other werewolf friends." Anderson promised Sherlock.

"Thank you Anderson. Thank you..." Sherlock said thankfully and hugged him tightly. Anderson chuckled softly in response and answered the hug, enjoying every second he could be in Sherlock's arms.

"Before I forget, would you send a text to Mycroft and tell him that I want him to call me later tonight?" Anderson asked when Sherlock released him.

"Of course. What are you going to talk with him about?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"Nah, just a thing I have been researching upon Mycroft's request." Anderson said. Sherlock noticed that he was being very secretive about this and it bothered him. He wanted to know why. He always wanted to know everything about everyone.

"Okay. Would you mind writing a fake counterfeit release form discharge for John? I really want him to get out of the hospital. His doctor's name is Garret and here is his handwriting." Sherlock said and handed him one of the pages from the doctor's journal. He had torn it out when the doctor was occupied with giving John medicine. He knew that Anderson was skilled with imitating others' handwritings.

"Sure. I'd love to help you, but how did you get this paper? And John needs to be at the hospital, doesn't he?" Anderson said and started to copy doctor Garret's handwriting down on a paper.

"I tore it out when Garret was occupied with giving John medicine. And I was thinking you would like to help me with that too. You are skilled with medicine. I am sure you can replicate the medicines they are giving him." Sherlock said and fiddled a little with his phone before texting Mycroft Anderson's request.

"Okay, well you're right. I will do that for you. Give me until tomorrow. Though you can give this to the hospital today." Anderson said and gave him the finished paper with the copied handwriting. Sherlock took it and put it in his pocket.

"But...Won't the doctor find out that I copied his handwriting? I mean, doctor Garret is still alive." Anderson said with a frown.

"Oh...I did not think of that. Shit." Sherlock cursed. "Do you have any other ideas?"

"Maybe you can persuade John with telling the doctors he really wants to go home and will take his medicines at home instead? He is an army doctor after all. They should respect his opinion and I won't need to make the medicines for him." Anderson suggested and Sherlock nodded.

"I hope they will. It is a good idea anyway." Sherlock said with a nod. "I will be going then." he said and Anderson nodded.

"Do so. I will call you as soon as I've got some clues." Anderson replied.

"Yes." Sherlock said, and with that he left Anderson's apartment and went back to the hospital to try to get John out of there.