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"You'll need to sacrifice a human being, complete with all their body parts and organs. Also, if the resurrection is going to be successful you'll need to do this on a full moon night when the moon is at its peak. And you'll need to give him a chalice filled with your own blood every day; otherwise he will start to disappear." Anderson slowly explained to Mycroft as they were sitting outside at a table in Mycroft's big garden.

"My own blood?" Mycroft asked with a big frown and slight fear in his voice. "Why?" He gave Anderson a doubtful look.

"It is a ritual thing. For the resurrected human to continue to live without any problem he needs to live off his summoner's blood. It says so in every book I've been able to find on resurrecting someone." Anderson explained with a shrug and took a sip of his raspberry tea.

"Okay. So I'll feed him my own blood. Chalice you say?" Mycroft said slowly and looked at Anderson.

"Yes. In fact a particular chalice. I'm borrowing it from Sally." Anderson said. Mycroft nodded in response.

"Sally? You are...?"

"No. We have not mated and probably won't. I don't feel that way for her no matter how much I try when I'm around her. In fact, there is someone else I've felt that way for whenever I am around this person; even when I'm not around them." Anderson interrupted Mycroft, looking at the gnarled apple tree. Its branches were filled with pink and white flowers, soon to blossom into apples.

Mycroft noticed Anderson voice changing to be a little more emotional and disappointed than before.

"May I ask whom?" Mycroft asked, staring at Anderson with his sharp eyes.

Anderson shook his head.

"No." he replied.

Mycroft decided to let it be. He still had an idea about who this person could be.

"So, how did Sally get her hands on this chalice?" Mycroft then asked.

"She received it from someone. I don't know." Anderson replied.

"But isn't the chalice a werewolf type of thing?" Mycroft asked suspiciously.

"It is. Maybe she received it from someone she worked with a long time ago. I don't know" Anderson said.

"Let's move on. Whom are you going to sacrifice?" Anderson asked.

"Anthea" Mycroft said with no doubt. He had planned this a long time ago and she had agreed with him. Ever since the day they met and Mycroft had helped her with something, Anthea had sworn eternal trust to Mycroft and she would do anything for him, even sacrifice her own life.

Anderson nodded slightly.

"I see..." he said thoughtfully and paged through his calendar.

"Next full moon, with the moon at its peak, is the 20th of June. In two weeks then" he said.

Mycroft nodded, his heart skipping a beat by the anticipation of seeing Lestrade again.

"Just a friendly warning Mycroft. There is a risk that he won't remember you or himself anymore and that he won't be as he was. He may have become another person" Anderson warned with his eyes locked on Mycroft's.

"I know. I will make him remember me" Mycroft said a bit more stubbornly than Anderson had expected him to be.

"You really do love him, don't you?" Anderson asked with a soft smile on his lips, thinking of how it would be to be with the one he loved and had imprinted on.

Mycroft nodded, his gaze somewhere else.

"I do... We do. We had just gotten close and had kissed for the first time. I had come to the conclusion that he was my mate and I wanted to share an eternity with him. Then it all ended when Moriarty kidnapped John..."

"Yes, I've heard of it. Sorry I couldn't join to help you." Anderson replied noticing that Mycroft still mourned after five years even though they hadn't really mated so there had been no connection yet.

Mycroft shrugged, his presence now sorrowful Anderson noticed.

"You are sure you really want him back? I know you want him back but as I said before, he may be a whole other person" Anderson said.

Mycroft gave him a hawk-like stare before answering.

"I know he may be another person but I love him too much to let him lie in the ground for the rest of my life. I want him to live again, to be able to see the world again, to be able to breathe and share his days with me. It is possible and I want to give back to him that right even though he may have changed; the right to his life that Moriarty never should have taken from him. Even though he may have changed" Mycroft explained, looking into the distance again.

"Okay, I will help you Mycroft. I will do whatever it takes to help you. We will just have to wait two weeks before it will happen. In the meantime, I need to find a cure for John" Anderson said and drank the last gulps of his tea.

"Thank you Anderson for helping me and my brother." Mycroft gave Anderson's shoulder a firm pat in gratitude.

"No problem. We are pack mates after all. By the way, when are we going to visit the rest of our pack? Or go on our hunt trip for that matter" Anderson questioned.

"I do not know. I will wait to go to our pack until Lestrade is alive again and I don't know if Sherlock, John and the children are going there soon or not" Mycroft replied.

Anderson nodded.
"I see. Well, I guess it would be a bad idea with taking John there with his sickness."

Mycroft shrugged.

"Maybe or maybe it would freshen him up a bit. Oh yes. Sherlock texted me yesterday that he is planning to ask of John's hand soon" Mycroft said, his eyes suddenly sparkling happily.

"Engage? Already?" Anderson asked sheepishly and couldn't help but feel a bit hurt.

"Already? Where have you been the last five years Anderson? Stuck in a pit? They mated and have two children together and Sherlock even died for John" Mycroft snarled angrily.

"Yes yes, I know. Sorry" he said admitting his stupidity.

Mycroft grunted irritated and rolled his eyes. It was already too obvious and it made Mycroft sick. Anderson was in love with Sherlock.

"Did he say when?" Anderson asked after a while of silence.

"No, I think he wants John to be cured first" Mycroft said.

Anderson nodded with a hum and looked at the apple tree again. Its branches swung softly in the wind.

"Then I need to find a cure as quickly as possible" Anderson said and raised himself from the chair.

"You better" Mycroft said.

With that, the two men separated ways.


"John...I know you're not very healthy right now...but...would you like to make love with me again?" Sherlock asked his soul mate when they had laid down in their bed after a long day of playing with their children and planning the rest of the summer.

John swallowed his two nightly medicine pills and crept down under the blanket beside Sherlock's warm body.

"Of course. Of course, I would love that" John said eagerly and Sherlock couldn't help but laugh out loud. John joined him and they giggled like two schoolgirls.

"Okay, good. You need to take it easy though. I don't want you to pass out" Sherlock said when they had caught their breaths. He really needed to tell John why his heart hurt though he didn't want to do it just yet. He wasn't sure how John would react but he promised himself he would tell John about it tomorrow.

John giggled again and kissed Sherlock's cheek softly.

"Of course...though... condom or not?" John asked thinking of the bloodline that needed to go further. He didn't actually know if Astrid and Tim were able to breed. He was going to ask Sherlock later.

"That depends on what you want. More werewolf babies or not?" Sherlock asked with a teasing grin and licked John's earlobe.

"Oh I don't know Sherlock. Do you get pregnant as soon as the sperm reaches your...uh...womb or not?" John asked.

"Sack, not womb." Sherlock corrected him softly and kissed his cheek while drawing his fingers through John's hair. "And to answer your question, I don't know actually. It's still quite unclear whether it happens that way or not" Sherlock said.

"I see. Well, don't you think it's too early for us to conceive more children? I mean, you were just revived and I don't know what Tim and Astrid would think of it" John murmured.

Sherlock gave John a slightlydisappointed look.

"I think they would be very happy about more siblings and I didn't have them in my sack as long as I was going to. Astrid came out too early and so did Tim. Or technically he was ripped out of me prematurely. I will bear our new child or children for about nine or ten months. Maybe longer. It depends on how long it wants to grow" Sherlock explained and nuzzled John's nose.

"How long it wants to grow?" John asked with a frown and giggled at Sherlock nuzzling his nose.

"Yes, that is correct."

"What do you mean 'how long it wants to grow'?" John asked with a frown.

Sherlock moved away from John so he could sit beside him instead of lying beside him.

"You see John, werewolves have a strong independent will, even when they are still fetuses in the sack. They instinctively know that they need to stay inside the sack for at least five months, but not too much longer than 11 or 12 months to be as healthy as possible for when they decide to come out." Sherlock said and instinctively patted his belly. He wanted more children. He could have more than ten children with John if John wanted that. He loved having his mate's children and seeing John's and his DNA mixed together in a being that he carried inside himself, nurturing and protecting.

"Wow...I didn't know that. That's pretty cool! That they are that intelligent I mean" John said and put his arms around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock looked down at him with a smile and leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

"So? What do you want? More babies or not?" Sherlock whispered softly, his voice filled with excitement as he lied down on the bed beside John once again.

John wrinkled his forehead and scratched his chin.

"I don't know Sherlock" he said truthfully and Sherlock stared at him with disappointed eyes.

"Okay then" Sherlock said with a hollow voice and faced away from John.

"No, oh Sherlock, please don't be disappointed..." John murmured softly, putting his hand on Sherlock's shoulder, turning Sherlock around to face him again.

"But I am. I thought you wanted to have more children with me" Sherlock said stubbornly and hurt. He stared at John with sad eyes.

John sighed and shook his head. He didn't know what to say.

"I do want more children..." he hesitated. "I think...but not today" John said and stroked Sherlock's right cheekbone.

"You are hesitating. You don't want more children" Sherlock growled. This was very important to him and for his whole species. He was the last werewolf left that was able to breed and he wasn't even sure Tim and Astrid would be able to breed.

John rolled his eyes and grunted, deeply irritated that they were fighting over something like this.

"You are acting too impatient and childish right now Sherlock. I have never said that I don't want more children. I just said that I don't want more children right now" John said, trying to cheer Sherlock up but to no success.

Sherlock frowned angrily, feeling his nose shift a bit making his face look like a wolf's, and quickly got up from the bed.

"I don't want to speak with you right now" he snarled angrily to John and left the room.

John let out a loud grunt of anger and disappointment. He had never expected that Sherlock's childishness would still be around after five years.

John dug his head into his pillow and sighed angrily and punched the pillow.

"Just nicely done John! You had the greatest opportunity to finally have sex with your love you haven't seen for five years and you totally blew it!" he thought angrily and gritted his teeth. He punched the pillow one last time before he carefully stood up off the bed and stared out the window. He saw an enormous wolf running across the street scaring the few people that were out with its huge frame.

"What the hell is he even doing?!" John thought angrily and grabbed his phone from where it rested on the bedside table. He started to type Mycroft for help but when he was finished, he didn't send it. John got distracted by how jealous he was of Sherlock being able to transform into something else. In fact, he envied him. He wanted to be able to transform as well and to be able to run beside at Sherlock's side. He wanted to experience how it was to be something else. He had wished for it ever since they had visited the werewolf camp. The thought made him feel lonely and the far-too-well-known-loneliness he had felt since Sherlock's death attacked him like a sudden strike of lightning. His chest started hurting and he slumped down on the floor wincing painfully with his eyes pinched. He started panting exhaustingly; black blobs in different sizes danced before his eyes.

"I'm dying." John thought and a feeling of unexpected relief bubbled inside him. At least he was going to die with the thought of Sherlock finally returning to him, someone taking care of the children since Mrs. Hudson moved away from the apartment three years ago and with the thought of Sherlock kissing him for one last time. Sadly, his life would end with him and his one true love fighting but there was nothing he could do about that. What's done is done; he couldn't exactly change the past.

The black blobs covered his vision and with a black shimmering light the Reaper was standing next to him with his hand on John's shoulder.


"Astrid...Astrid please, wake up…" Tim whispered to his sister as he was shaking her body powerfully.

Astrid slowly opened her tired eyes and looked at her brother blearily.

"What is it Timothy?" she asked sleepily using her younger brother's full name.

"I think there's something wrong with Daddy. Please let's go to him" Tim whispered while tears ran down his cheeks.

"Darling why are you crying?" Astrid asked worriedly and hugged him before quickly getting out of the bed. "Wow you're clammy!" she said when she hugged him.

"I don't know. I woke up from a very weird dream about Papa and now I just feel there is something wrong with Daddy. Please can we just hurry?" Tim asked and Astrid nodded taking his hand.

They ran to their fathers' room and Tim screamed loudly at the sight. A black robed figure was standing next to John's side, holding a big scythe with his bony hands. It was just like the scene he had seen in his dream. Astrid started growling furiously and out of the blue her body had transformed into an angry furry mess.

"Leave Daddy ALONE!" Tim could hear her screaming inside his head as she launched at the Reaper. The reaper stared at her with a sly grin and easily knocked her out of the way with his scythe. Astrid tumbled down on the floor with a loud bang. She had broken her left paw but nothing could stop her from protecting her dad. She launched at the reaper over and over again snarling furiously with her teeth bared. Her fur gradually became coloured with red as the reaper continued to knock her out of the way. Tim was frozen on the spot staring at his sister and father slowly dying by the robed man in black. His legs started shivering and soon enough, he was lying on the floor crying helplessly.

Astrid launched herself one last time at the Reaper but as before, she was easily thrown away with the sharp edge of the scythe. Her face was filled with ugly, bleeding wounds and a big bump had formed on her head. She bumped into the wall with a loud whine and when she landed on the floor she drifted off into unwanted unconsciousness.

The reaper grabbed John's shirt and lifted him up from the floor. He was just about to slit John's throat when he was stopped by an enormous wolf grabbing his scythe with its teeth, throwing it away.

"You are not taking him away from me!" Sherlock's deep voice hummed determined to the Reaper as he suddenly was standing in front of the Reaper.

The Reaper smiled at Sherlock and shook its head.

"You have come too late. His soul is mine now" the Reaper's voice hissed to Sherlock. Sherlock snorted angrily and shook his big head.

"No. He still belongs to the Living and to me. I will fix him" Sherlock growled back to the Reaper.

The Reaper hissed wildly in response but let John go without hesitation. Sherlock hurried to catch John on his back before John fell to the floor. A cold breeze flew across the room and the Reaper was gone.

Sherlock quickly made John lie down on the bed under the blanket. John was cold as ice. Then he woke Astrid up with a smooth lick on her furry cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock with sad eyes.

"Papa I couldn't save him... I couldn't-" she broke off.

"Easy my child. Daddy is alive" Sherlock replied shortly before hurrying to Tim and kissing his salty tasting cheeks with his tongue.

"Come my child" he said softly to his son and Tim's body broke free of its frozen state. Sherlock carefully jumped up on the bed and lied down beside John, keeping John's body warm with his thick fur. Astrid placed herself on the other side of John and Tim buried his face in the fur of Sherlock's back. He was ashamed that he had been incapable of doing anything to help.

"Now my children, while Daddy is resting would you like to hear a story?" Sherlock whispered to his children's minds and cuddled closer to John with his warm body.

"What kind of story?" Astrid asked, her voice very tired and a bit shaky. Her wounds had already started to heal and the healing made her tired.

"Choose one." Sherlock whispered and put his big head on John's shoulder to warm John's ice cold neck. He needed to tell John why John's body was acting like this. He really needed to but he didn't have enough courage; he didn't want to risk a fight with John again.

Tim went out of the bed and came back with a handmade book in his hands.

"This is my favourite story. It is much better than the Little Mermaid." Tim said and shakily laid down in the middle of Astrid and John. The poor child was still pretty shaken up after the incident that had happened just minutes ago. Sherlock nodded in response and twitched his ears.

"Astrid could you hold it up for me? I need to stay in wolf-form to be able to warm Daddy properly." Sherlock asked and Astrid nodded, holding up the book by leaning it on her chest for Sherlock to read. She had turned back to human before she lied down in the bed.

Sherlock started reading a tale about himself, both from John's perspective and Mrs. Hudson's. He read about his younger years and the time when he met John and how they finally got together and how much John loved him. The illustrations almost hurt Sherlock's eyes with their beauty. He had never seen such a beautiful book before and he couldn't believe that John hadn't told him about it before.

When he finished reading he noticed that his children were fast asleep. It had been quite a long and exhausting day for the family. Sherlock couldn't help but worry about John and how he would be when he woke up. Was he going to be angry? Sad? Worried? Afraid? Sherlock wouldn't know. The questions blossomed around his head and he almost threw up by the massive impact. He had stood face to face with Death again and Death had almost succeeded in taking the most precious thing Sherlock had. Sherlock promised himself he would never leave John's side again even though they were fighting. He would never do that again. Never.


"John...there is something I would like to tell you." Sherlock said slowly to John as they were sitting the next morningin the kitchen having some early breakfast. John had his IV back in his arm and he couldn't remember anything from yesterday except the fight between him and Sherlock and that he had later on passed out from pain. Astrid had already healed up, even her broken paw had healed.

"I know why you are sick" Sherlock said slowly while he kept his gaze on John.

Tim and Astrid looked at their fathers'. What was Papa talking about?

"You do? How would you know?" John asked with a frown bringing out the wrinkles on his forehead while chewing on warm toast smeared with strawberry jam.

"I know because in a way it is my fault..." Sherlock said slowly, his gaze still locked on John.

"Your fault? How?" John asked and swallowed his medicine pills.

"When I died, the mate-bond between us broke. When a werewolf has mated with a human and then passes away, the human mate begins dying from the broken bond and will be completely dead within about a month or two at the most after their werewolf mate has died. But you were able to continue to live because of your stubbornness and your will to continue on living for me and for Tim and Astrid" Sherlock explained.

John stared at him with big grey/blue eyes.

"Uhm...okay. Shouldn't I stop dying now that you're back?" John asked.

Sherlock noticed some sweat pearls running down John's forehead.

"No. I am afraid it doesn't work that way" Sherlock said with a sigh and gave John a sad look. "My return makes it more bearable but not curable" he added and firmly enveloped John's hand in his.

John was speechless for minutes; so were the children. They just looked at Sherlock with shocked eyes.

"Why... Why didn't you tell me sooner?" John asked when he had stared at Sherlock for God's know how long.

"I couldn't grasp the needed courage and I didn't know how you would react. I was afraid you might faint or even worse, get another heart attack" Sherlock confessed and stroked each of John's fingers.

John started biting the nails on his free hand and stared off into the distance.

"So I am dying? There is no cure?" John asked, his voice desperate.

"Yes you are. But I will find you a cure John. You will not die. No one will die here until we are old enough to do so. Anderson is looking for a cure for you" Sherlock said and gave John's knuckles smooth kisses.

John nodded slowly, accepting every word Sherlock said. It made sense after all and he was glad Anderson was helping them out with finding a cure.

"What kind of cure will it be?" John asked curious.

"I don't know love. It's all up to Anderson" Sherlock said softly and leaned over the table kissing John's lips. John answered the kiss and stroked Sherlock's cheek while they were kissing.

"How long will it take?" John asked when they had stopped kissing. He ate the last piece of his toast before he started clearing away the dishes.

"I don't know, but I've figured out that the medicines slow down the ticking of your clock a little and with you being with me our bond is slowly rebuilding itself though you still need a cure" Sherlock said while helping John with the dishes. Tim and Astrid were now playing hide and seek around the house.

"Okay, well it is good to know that Anderson is looking for a cure" John said and put the plates into the dishwasher.

"Sherlock...when Anderson has found the cure, do you think you would...want to transform me into one of you?" John asked and sat down on a chair, taking some deep breaths.

Sherlock gave him a worried look before answering.

"I would love to John, I really would. But I don't know if it's even possible" Sherlock said and stood in front of John, patting his head softly.

"Possible? Why wouldn't it be?" John asked with a frown. His stomach dropped at this new fact. He would never be allowed to join Sherlock fully, would he?

"Do you remember Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran?" Sherlock asked and squatted down in front of John.

"Of course I do. I will never forget them" John replied.

Sherlock nodded.

"Do you remember what Jim said about all humans not being able to adapt a werewolf's venom?"

John nodded.

"I do" he replied.

"That is the point. Your body may not be able to accept the poison and then you die. I can't allow that to happen John. I can't take another risk with you dying because of me again" Sherlock murmured, looking at John's hands while stroking them softly.

John's body shuddered with deep disappointment. He had hoped and wished since the day Astrid was born that Sherlock one day was going to transform him, but then Sherlock passed away and his hopes died with him. But now Sherlock had returned and John couldn't help but get his hopes up again just to have them dashed once more with this news.

Sherlock put his arms around John's body and hugged him tightly.

"I know your desire. I wish I could be stronger. I wish I could take that risk for you, but I can't. I can't lose you" Sherlock whispered close to John's ear.

John didn't reply. He just sat there silently while tears dropped down his cheeks.