Warning: This chapter contains sex and mentions of mpreg. :]


"I think I know what we need Sherlock." John said suddenly as he was cooking food for his family one week after the incident with the Reaper. John had recovered quite well since the event; he didn't need his wheelchair anymore though Sherlock still obliged him to use it every now and then when he noticed that John was exhausted.

Sherlock looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What do we need love?" he asked while stroking Tim's hair. The boy was sleeping in his lap. Astrid was sitting on the kitchen bench, looking at her family.

"We need vacation. We need to get out of the city pulse and let our lungs breathe fresh air instead of fumes." John hada determined look on his face.

"All right and where do you want us to go?" Sherlock asked, his face breaking up into a smile.

"I don't know. Just on a vacation away from 221B." John set the table with plates and cutlery before he put the sauce pan and frying pan with food on the table. He sat down in his chair and started serving himself with the food.

Sherlock carefully woke Tim with a soft pat on his cheek.

"Wake up, food is served." Sherlock whispered softly into his ear and the boy opened his eyes with a grunt. He rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly.

"What do you say we go and visit my werewolf pack? You know the same place we were when Astrid was born?" Sherlock suggested while serving himself some food. Tim jumped out of his papa's lap and settled himself on his own chair beside Astrid.

"That sounds very nice but from what I remember when I fell down the stairs since Anderson refused to take me with him, he said that it was a long way to go and that the way is very complicated and hard through the forest. It is not the ideal destination for me, since it's forest, moss and such of things. I'm not sure if my heart can bear it." John replied and took a bite of the food.

"It's okay John. Astrid, Tim and I will help you," Sherlock said softly. He didn't even look at the food nor served himself with it.

"How?" John asked with a frown while chewing.

"I will take you on my back, it's really no problem." Sherlock explained, looking at John with big pupils. He wanted to be with him. To make love with him but he wouldn't do that until John wanted more children. It was something he had promised himself. The bloodline needed to go further. That reminded him that he needed to ask Anderson about how they can see if their children are able to breed.

"If you transformed me I would be able to go there myself," John said with his voice bitter.

Sherlock's heart dropped. He didn't want John to think that way. He wanted John to forget about it and treasure every day even though he wasn't going to be able to transform.

Tim and Astrid looked at their parents.

"Why isn't Daddy able to transform?" Tim asked. He didn't know that John was an ordinary human. He thought that John was just a little late with his first transformation.

"It's because Daddy is an ordinary human. He isn't able to transform since he doesn't have the power to do so. Like you, me and Papa," Astrid explained before eating a little.

"But why isn't Papa helping Daddy to transform then?" Tim asked, deeply confused.

"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't want to," Astrid said and gave Sherlock a questioning look.

John gave Sherlock a deadly stare before suddenly rising from the table and walking away with angry steps. He fled out to the balcony Anderson had built for them.

Sherlock sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands.

"Did we say something wrong Papa?" Tim asked with a worried voice.

Sherlock shook his head.

"No you didn't. This is just a sensitive area for Daddy," Sherlock explained with his face still buried.

Why didn't John understand his worry? Why didn't he understand that Sherlock didn't want to take the huge risk of killing him by infecting him? Why couldn't he just understand?!

Sherlock's intense thoughts were interrupted by a black headed boy crawling up in his lap.

"Cheer up Papa please. I'm sure Daddy will be happy again," Tim murmured and hugged Sherlock tightly. Sherlock smiled at him and stroked his hair.

"I believe that as well love...I think I will go out and see what he is doing now. Go and play with Astrid," Sherlock said softly to his son and kissed his forehead before putting Tim down and going out to the balcony. Tim scooted towards Astrid and they went into their room to play.

John was leaning on the balcony railing, looking over the busy streets of London. He sighed deeply at the fight he had just had with Sherlock. He hated fighting with him but the werewolf thing was really something he wanted. He wanted to be a full part of his family. Right now, he was not a whole part of it. Astrid could transform, Sherlock could transform and Timothy would be able to transform sooner or later. He himself? No. He was never going to be able to transform if Sherlock didn't bite him and that thought made him so incredibly sad. He would never be a real part of his family.

Suddenly thin, alabaster white arms curled themselves around John's waist.

John looked down at them and couldn't help but smile even though he wasn't happy right now.

"Hello there love of my life..." Sherlock quietly whispered near John's ear and kissed his neck, sending shivers down John's spine.

"Hello Sherlock," John replied softly and turned his head slightly to look at Sherlock's face.

"How are you? I can feel that you are down." Sherlock murmured, looking at John with one eye brimming of love. His other eye was misty from blindness.

"I'm sad," John replied shortly. He didn't want to fight with Sherlock again.

"It is okay John. I know that you are sad that I won't transform you but please... Don't think about it too much. I love you so much already, so a transformation of you isn't really needed for me. I love you the way you are and I will continue to do so whether you transform or not. Though I won't transform you," Sherlock whispered softly, tightening his grip around John with each word he uttered.

John's body tightened as he heard Sherlock's words. They only made him even angrier. He moved Sherlock's arms away and turned around to face him.

"Sherlock you don't even grasp how much this means to me! I'm a half part of our family! I don't belong to our family fully! I'm just a human! I'm not able to transform! You, Astrid and soon to be Tim are able to transform while I am not! You won't even take the risk of transforming me!" John exclaimed, his cheeks turning red by fury.

Sherlock stared at him in response. You could almost see his wolf ears slumping down (if he had had any visible).

"John I... Please listen-" Sherlock tried but John interrupted him.

"No Sherlock! You are going to listen! I don't feel whole-"

Sherlock interrupted him with a frustrated kiss. John immediately shut up and gripped Sherlock's wrists, turning him around and pushing him forcefully against the railing. Sherlock couldn't help but love when John was acting possessive over him.

Sherlock looked at John with big pupils before closing his eyes again and continuing with the kissing. He enjoyed every second of it. John pushed himself closer to Sherlock's body, adding his tongue to the kiss. Sherlock added his tongue as well and they started exploring each other's mouths. While they were kissing John put his hands on Sherlock's pants and drew them off. Sherlock broke the kiss and looked at John with a frown and then a smug smile on his lips. John smiled back and shook his head.

"I'm in charge," John whispered and drew off Sherlock's shirt with ease before unclothing himself. They only had their boxers left on their bodies. John surveyed Sherlock's body and noticed a long scar running from his solar plexus down to his abdomen.

John pushed himself more softly this time against Sherlock and touched the start of the scar with his index finger.

"This is the scar from Moriarty," he whispered. It was more of a statement than a question.

Sherlock nodded and put his nose in John's hair, drawing his scent into his lungs.

"Yes..." he murmured next to John's fuzzy hair and put his long arms around John's shorter body.

"I thought your body was going to be fully healed when you resurrected," John murmured, touching the bristly skin with his finger.

"It did heal though the scars are left on my body," Sherlock murmured back, holding John close to his body as a cold wind breezed.

John nodded slightly, enjoying Sherlock's arms around him. Then he started following the scar down to Sherlock's abdomen. Sherlock's body shivered as John's finger was getting closer and closer to his lower parts.

Sherlock moaned out when John's hand was touching his already hardened member. John drew off Sherlock's boxers with his index finger and when they were on the floor of the balcony, the army doctor pushed his finger into Sherlock's hole.

Sherlock moaned even louder when John started fucking him with his finger.

"Ah John! More!" Sherlock moaned out loud.

"Okay Sherlock, you asked for it." John said and lifted Sherlock up from the floor and onto the railing, aligning his erection with Sherlock's opening. John forcefully pushed himself into Sherlock and continued until he was fully sheathed inside the dark-haired man. Sherlock whined like a wolf with mixed pleasure and pain. He loved when John was rough with him. Sherlock put his arms around John's neck and his legs around John's waist to not fall down.

"But babies John. You don't want them," Sherlock moaned. He was almost going crazy feeling John inside him again. He felt the sensation of transformation running along his spine as John started moving inside him. Sherlock took that as "I don't care".

Then John started moving. At first it was a slow pace but he gradually sped up.

"Ah, Jo-Joh-John...faster...harder...!" Sherlock moaned as John pounded him harder.

"Mmh!" was all John could reply with.

Sherlock felt the burning knot in his stomach tightening as he was close to coming.

"Coming!" Sherlock screamed as he came on both of their stomachs. Feeling Sherlock's walls clamp down around his dick put John over the edge as he came deep within his soul-mate. John rode out his orgasm and then removed Sherlock's legs from around his waist as he carefully lifted him down on the balcony again.

John sat down on the floor and Sherlock curled up beside him with his arms tightly around John's upper body.

"I love you John," he said and kissed John's cheek. "And this was a good experience. I never expected us to have balcony sex with London hearing and watching us," he added with a giggle and buried his face into John's neck.

John giggled as well and hugged Sherlock tightly.

"I love you too Sherlock," he said softly. "But don't think I have forgotten about you transforming me," he added after a minute with a sterner voice than before.

Sherlock made an internal sigh before he dressed himself. John did that as well.

"Let's go inside," he said when they were finished with putting their clothing back on and they went inside in silence.

Sherlock curled up alone on the sofa while John was putting their children to bed. He was thinking about the moment he and John had shared on the balcony just a few minutes ago. His body shivered with cosiness when he thought about it but his stomach was still hurting from the fact that John wasn't going to give up about being transformed. Why did he have to be so stubborn? He knew that John wanted to be one of them but Sherlock couldn't just take a fifty percent chance to kill him, though it was a fifty percent chance that he would survive, but Sherlock wouldn't take that risk even though John was going to be bitter with him. He would never take the risk of John dying because of him again even though he couldn't have done anything about last time. If he had been able to control himself dying he would have made him not die. He would have protected John right from the beginning. He would have protected him from Moriarty's torture. He would have protected Tim from getting ripped out of his belly. The child had been close to dying and Sherlock was so glad he hadn't. He would have protected everyone in his pack from Moriarty and Sebastian but time had never been on his side. If he had only gotten there a bit earlier... John wouldn't have gone through the torture, Molly wouldn't have died, Tim wouldn't have been ripped out of him, Astrid wouldn't have been hurt and Lestrade wouldn't have his throat getting slit...

Sherlock gasped when he heard Anderson's heart-shattering scream at the sight of dead Molly inside his head. Memories from his last night alive flooded his mind, giving him an exploding headache which caused him to transform. He exploded into a dark brown furry mess and accidentally scratched deep holes in the sofa with his sharp claws.

Milk white tears stained his furred dark brown cheeks as he started crying. He silently whined and slumped down on his front paws with his face buried between them. If he had only come earlier...

"Sherlock? You okay?" John's voice asked worriedly as the man came into the room. John gave the wolf a startled look when he entered the living room but he calmed down when he noticed that it was just Sherlock sitting there. He wasn't used with Sherlock transforming so suddenly.

Sherlock perked his ears and immediately turned his face to John. The wolf moved a little so John could sit down beside him.

John walked over to his love and sat down by his left side. The army doctor put his arms around Sherlock's broad frame and leaned his cheek against Sherlock's thick neck.

"How are you love? Why have you transformed?" John whispered softly and drew a deep breath of Sherlock's forest-like smell. He deeply loved that smell. It soothed him.

Sherlock gave John a look of sadness.

"I started thinking about my last day alive and the memories still hurts so much. I wish I would've been there sooner because if I had, I would have been able to spare you from Moriarty's torture, Molly may not have died, Tim wouldn't have been ripped out of me and Astrid wouldn't have been hurt..." Sherlock whispered, his voice thick and regretful. "When emotions overtake me I can't control my transformations," he added and hummed softly when John started scratching his ear.

"Do not dwell on the past. There is nothing you can do about it now. We can only look forward to a brighter future," John replied softly and moved the position of his fingers to scratch underneath Sherlock's chin instead.

"But I wish things were different. I wish Lestrade and Molly were alive. I wish I hadn't died because then you wouldn't suffer the way you do now," Sherlock whispered. More white tears leaked from his eyes.

John sighed deeply and put Sherlock's head close to his chest.

"I know Sherlock. I know. But still, the best thing we can do now is to continue on living and be happy over the fact that we are still alive and that our children are alive. And the fact that you were so determined to come back to us that you even defied death," John murmured while softly massaging Sherlock's right ear.

"I love you John. I love you so much..." Sherlock said suddenly and cuddled against John's chin.

John let out a soft chuckle and stroke Sherlock's head.

"I love you too Sherlock," he replied and hugged the big wolf-head tightly.

Sherlock growled contently and wagged his tail happily before his bones started cracking and he suddenly lay naked in John's lap with his eyes staring adoringly at John.

"Hi," Sherlock said with a bright smile.

"Hi," John smiled, leaning down and kissing Sherlock tenderly.

Sherlock dug his fingers into the back of John's head and returned the kiss passionately.

John moaned inside Sherlock's mouth.

Sherlock smiled at this and broke the kiss, letting John lie down beside him instead of sitting.

When the army doctor had positioned himself, he immediately searched for Sherlock's lips and started kissing them tenderly but still with a hint of yearning.

Sherlock pushed himself softly against John's clothed body, deepening the kiss with his tongue. John moaned again and started unbuttoning his pants but his action was interrupted by a lean hand on his own.

"No. Not now," Sherlock whispered softly with a husky voice.

John gave him a questioning look and was just about to say something when Sherlock began speaking again.

"I need to rest, or well, not me but my sack...and the child that's starting to grow inside me," Sherlock whispered and put John's hand to his belly while he smiled brightly.

John raised an eyebrow but he was smiling.

"Already? I mean we only just had sex about twenty minutes ago," John whispered, looking at Sherlock with eyes that glowed with wonder.

Sherlock nodded.

"Already," he said, his smile going wider.

John's smile grew wider as well. He actually liked the thought of having another child. It made him warm inside and he would get closer to Sherlock again in a way he couldn't explain and that was always something good.

Sherlock noticed John's ebullience and hugged him tightly.

"You are happy that we are going to have another child. That makes me the happiest man in the world," he said blissfully and dug his head into John's neck.

John laughed softly and hugged him back even tighter.

"Of course it makes me happy," he murmured.