A bit of blood and mentions of mpreg in this chapter. Nothing too explicit. Also small Mystrade in this chapter.
"John? I think you have a visitor." Sherlock called softly to John as he heard a woman coming and positioning herself outside the door. He had heard her coming a couple of minutes ago. Sherlock thought she was very noisy, well, everyone was noisy for him because of his good-hearing but she was particularity noisy for being a human. He knew she was a woman because of her light steps.
"A visitor?" John asked with a frown and walked down the stairs to see whoever it was.
He opened the door and the sight of the person in front of him stunned him a little.
"Harry?" he chuckled and frowned his forehead at the same time. "What are you doing here?" he asked somewhat bewildered and moved out of the way to let her into the apartment.
"I was thinking I should spontaneously visit you! I haven't seen you for years Brother and I really want to see what you are up to now, so I checked you up on the internet and it turned out that you live here with someone called Holmes!" Harry said as she entered the apartment. She took off her black high heels, red trench coat and hurried up the stairway.
An action typical of Harry Watson... John thought irritatingly and headed after her.
He felt a little uncomfortable with Harry visiting him and his family because he had never mentioned her to either his children nor Sherlock. The only thing Sherlock knew about her was that she was an alcoholic which he had deduced by one look on John's mobile phone.
Harry scuttled into the living room where Sherlock was watching television with their children. It was raining today so they hadn't been outside.
"Hello there!" Harry said as she entered the room and sat down on the sofa beside Astrid, Tim and Sherlock. They all gave her suspicious looks and Sherlock perked his left eyebrow.
"Hello...?" he said and looked at a very troubled John before looking at Harry again.
"His sister," he deduced immediately when he saw her hair colour and her John-like grey/blue eyes.
"Hello there! I'm Harry Watson, or Harriet, but please call me Harry! I'm John's sister," she said and stretched out her hand to greet them. Sherlock wrinkled his nose a little when he smelled her breath. It wore a small tint of alcohol. Tim stretched out his hand and they greeted each other. Harry's face wore an over exaggerating smile.
"I'm Tim, or Timothy." Tim said releasing her hand quickly before cuddling up in Sherlock's lap.
Harry nodded at his name, still smiling over exaggeratedlybefore she turned to Astrid and they greeted as well and then lastly she greeted Sherlock.
"What happened with your eye?" she asked rudely with enormous eyes and a shocked gasp when she noticed Sherlock's blind eye.
"Injury." Sherlock replied shortly and patted Tim's head. He didn't like this woman at all. He understood why John never talked about her.
"I'm sorry," she said without even sounding sorry and rose from the sofa. John was still standing in the kitchen making some tea for them and Sherlock could smell his discomfort. He wanted to go tohim and kiss away his discomfort but he refrained from doing so when Harry started talking.
"So, uhm, you and Sherlock... You are a couple?" Harry asked a bit awkwardly and took out cups from the cupboards. "And the children? Did you adopt them?" she added.
"Yes, we are a couple and we have been together for six years." John replied a tad bit annoyed, he counted the years Sherlock had been dead. He cast a questioning glance at Sherlock before answering about the children. "They are adopted."
"For six years? And you haven't told me anything about it?!" Harry growled, completely ignoring the answer about the children and put the cups down on the table with a loud bang, one of the cups breaking into pieces.
"Look what you did! You have to pay it back!" John growled at the sight of the broken cup and shook his head. "I don't even understand what you are doing here? You are tipsy and you come tramping into my house and believe you can do what you want! What was your purpose of even coming here?!" John growled angrily while staring furiously at his sister with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing after all these years we haven't talked... I just wanted to-" she broke off.
"See how I am doing by coming here and thinking you own everything? You are a joke Harry! Get out of my house and leave us alone!" John spat furiously, his face turning red from anger. Harry gave him a hurt look before quickly turning around, going to the stairs. Before she went down the stairs she said "I will call you later."
The door closed and John sunk down on the floor with a strained inhalation.
"John!" Sherlock called worriedly and quickly got off the sofa and hurried his way to John, squatting down beside him. He took John's pulse, noticing that it was irregular and too fast. John started breathing shallowly and Sherlock helped him up from the floor and to the couch where the children had moved out of the way. Sherlock laid John down on the couch and tucked a blanket over him. John gave him an exhausted look before grunting from pain.
Sherlock hurried to the bathroom to fetch some medicines to relieve John's pain. While he was away Tim and Astrid sat down on the floor beside the couch, each holding one of the sleeping John's hands.
"Daddy's going to be all right? Isn't he?" Tim asked Astrid worriedly while he was caressing his daddy's hand softly. Astrid nodded.
"I'm sure he is going to be okay. Papa knows how to fix things." she replied softly and patted Tim's shoulder with her free hand. She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she noticed that Tim was clammy. She gave him a worried look.
"Tim are you all right?" but the boy didn't answer. His whole body started shaking and he put his right hand on his head as he screamed out in intense pain.
Astrid cried for Sherlock whom came running with his hands full of medicines. He put an IV into John's arm before he squatted down beside his children and put his hand on Tim's shoulder.
"Tim? Answer me Tim. What is happening to you," he asked his son deeply worried but Tim kept shaking and sobbing and grunting in pain before he suddenly stopped. Sherlock drew him close to his chest and patted his head slowly.
"You all right?" Sherlock asked with his voice still a bit worried. Tim nodded slowly, his body still sweaty.
"What happened? Please tell me."
"I... I had a vision... I have had one of these before... When... when the black man in robe was here and Daddy got hurt." Tim replied slowly, shuddering a bit at the memory.
"What kind of vision did you have then?" Sherlock asked and kissed the top of Tim's head while holding him in his arms. Astrid kissed John's knuckle while listening to her Papa and brother.
"It was before everything happened... I saw you and Daddy fighting and it kinda fast forwarded and Daddy was lying on the floor screaming in pain and then the black robed man came and suddenly I was awake with Astrid looking at me." Tim explained and leaned into Sherlock's chest, relaxing a bit.
"So you had a vision of the future?" Tim nodded. "That is amazing..." said Sherlock awestruck thinking how it would be to have an ability like that though he didn't understand how it was possible. He had never heard of a werewolf with the ability of seeing the future before.
"An ability like that can help us when there is danger about. You seem to have them only when there is danger." Sherlock pondered and that reminded him that Tim had just had a vision.
"Tim darling, what happened in the vision you had now?" Sherlock asked. Tim turned around to look at his father.
"I... I don't know... I think there was something with Daddy..." Tim said and the words made Sherlock's stomach drop. John was very fragile now, Anderson really needed to find him a cure. Sherlock wondered why the man hadn't called him.
"I'm sorry that I don't remember Papa..." Tim said sorrowfully but Sherlock shook his head and hugged his son.
"It's okay darling. It's okay. I have to make a call, I will be back in just a minute."
Sherlock hurried away to his and John's room to make a call to Anderson.
Astrid and Tim remained at John's side.
"Anderson, have you come up with a cure yet? It is urgent. John is getting weaker; he can't even fight with anyone any more because he is so fragile! Please tell me you've got a cure ready for him!" Sherlock blabbered when Anderson picked up the phone.
"Now now Sherlock. Easy. Of course he is getting weaker; I think he is really going to die soon." Anderson said slowly and without thinking of the consequences of his words.
Sherlock's heart skipped a beat in fright.
"Dying soon?" Sherlock gasped. "Please Anderson please you've got to give us a cure!" Sherlock begged while trying to swallow the growing knot in his throat.
"Easy Sherlock." Anderson repeated himself. "I have found a cure though I would rather talk about it with you in person."
"That is wonderful Anderson! Can you come here tomorrow night for a dinner? I need to take care of my children and John right now," Sherlock asked and realized that this was the first time he had ever invited anyone to dinner.
"Of course. No problem at all. What time do you want me to come?"
"Around 7 PM would be good," Sherlock answered and Anderson hummed as an answer.
"See you tomorrow then," Sherlock said with a happy voice and Anderson ended the call.
"Welcome Anderson!" Sherlock greeted his old friend with a warm hug as Anderson entered the apartment. He had braided his long hair and still had the same feather tucked into it.
"Hello Sherlock, John, Astrid and Tim," Anderson replied with a shimmering smile and hugged Sherlock tightly, too tight in John's opinion. He let out a soft almost inaudible growl in disapproval but of course Sherlock heard it and he started grinning at the sound. Astrid and Tim waved at him as a reply. Sherlock's now swollen but still not very big belly bumped into Anderson's stomach which made Anderson's face turn a little sour. He didn't like Sherlock being pregnant with John's children as he wished he was the one that had mated with Sherlock and not John.
Anderson released Sherlock quickly to not feel his little bump and turned to the children.
"Wow you have grown!" he said and hugged them both tightly. He had always loved them in a particular way even though it was clearly a fact that they were a mix between Sherlock's and John's DNA. He had always loved them in an 'Anderson'-way. Sometimes he saw them as his own children, especially Astrid but he would never ever tell that to anyone. John wheeled to Anderson and shook Anderson's outstretched hand firmly.
"Hello there Anderson," John said a bit strained.
"Hello to you John," Anderson replied with a smile and shook John's hand before John quickly released it and wheeled to the kitchen. Anderson could smell his jealously and anger and it pleased him.
Anderson went after them and sat down at the already set table.
"So what have you been cooking," he asked his friends as he leaned backwards on the chair.
"We've made some traditional fish 'n' chips and Astrid made the remoulade sauce." Sherlock replied softly as he came walking with a tray carrying a bowl full of delicious fish and chips and another smaller bowl stood beside it with home-made remoulade. John wheeled to his place and Anderson helped him move the chair that was in John's way. They ate the food and discussed different things of what Anderson had been doing the latest days and Anderson wondered how it was going for Astrid and Tim in school and they talked about other things as well. Time passed by and it became bed time for the children. Anderson waited patiently in the living room while Sherlock and John were putting the children to sleep. They came back after a couple of minutes and sat down on the couch across from the couch where Anderson was sitting.
"Okay Anderson, I've a couple of questions for you. First off, how can you tell if your children are able to breed? I don't know if Astrid and Tim are able to breed yet and I don't know how to check." Sherlock asked a bit embarrassed. John took Sherlock's hand and squeezed it tightly while looking at Anderson.
"It kind of shocks me that you don't remember how it is with us werewolves Sherlock. Have you been with humans for far too long?" Anderson said sarcastically before continuing. "You must remember this Sherlock. Every werewolf is sterile at birth and there are only a few of us that receive the gift of breeding. You and Moriarty-fortunately he didn't focus on breeding-were the first ones in generations gifted with the ability to breed and that was the sole reason for you to leave your summer trip with Mycroft and go to England to find your mate. It is a random event and it cannot be predicted. You just have to wait and see when your children reach maturity to see if they are able to breed or not, I am afraid," Anderson explained while rocking back and forth on his eyes were a bit cold as he watched Sherlock and John holding hands.
"Oh right..." Sherlock said, scratching his nose in embarrassment. How could he have forgotten such an important thing?
"That is how it is," Anderson replied softly and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Yes," Sherlock replied and they were silent for a moment.
"I need to go to the bathroom." John said, breaking the silence and carefully making his way into his wheelchair and wheeled away to the bathroom. Anderson opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock with a brighter gaze than before.
"Take the opportunity to tell me what cure you have for John while he is away." Sherlock said hastily and looked at Anderson with hope shining in his eyes.
"I have looked everywhere in every book and every source on the internet and the only thing I could find about how to cure a human mate's broken bond is to transform him into a werewolf," Anderson said slowly, trying not to make his voice brim with disgust and anger. He didn't want John to be one of them. That was too much of a privilege for John in Anderson's opinion and if Sherlock turned John then Anderson would never have an opportunity to be alone with Sherlock in any way. Sherlock would share everything with John as a wouldn't even be able to think for himself since werewolves could hear each other's thoughts and it angered him since he wanted to fantasize about Sherlock alone without John snooping in... At least alone at the werewolf camp he can fantasize about Sherlock without the other werewolves breaking into his thoughts but if John were to be transformed, especially when at the werewolf camp, he would never be able to indulge in his fantasies. And, though he was loathe to admit it, the strong connection between Sherlock and John made him doubt his ability to fantasize about Sherlock in peace, even when John isn't around because Sherlock seems to be such a laser focus for John that Anderson doesn't doubt that John would be able to sense Anderson's stray thoughts and fantasies about Sherlock.
Sherlock stared at Anderson for a moment before his eyes turned black with anger.
"To transform him is the only cure you could find for him? Are you serious? That is preposterous!" Sherlock snarled angrily and almost raised himself from the sofa.
"It is indeed the only cure. I promise Sherlock, I wouldn't lie to you," Anderson softly said and tried to calm Sherlock down by whining softly but Sherlock just sat there with his inner demons screaming in anger.
"There's got to be another cure Anderson! I won't transform him; it will mean death for him! I just won't do that!" Sherlock said and shook his head.
"Why wouldn't you? He is your whole life isn't he? Then why won't you transform him if that is the only thing that can save him?" Anderson asked not understanding Sherlock at all.
Sherlock opened his mouth only to close it again. John would die if he decided to not transform him, and John would have a fifty percent chanceof dying if he decided to transform him. Either way he chose, John would still have a chance of dying. Sherlock started pulling his hair in frustration.
"I don't know what to do, I don't know what do to, I don't know what do to, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Sherlock suddenly shouted and fired himself up off the couch. He totally panicked and lost his mind for a couple of seconds.
Anderson raised himself from the couch as well, walked around the table and put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders and deeply looked into his eyes.
"Sherlock. Calm down," Anderson's voice whispered inside the detectives mind but Sherlock only flickered his eyes and kept tugging his hair while whispering panicked words to himself. Anderson sighed deeply and did a thing he never ever would believe he could muster the courage to do. He leaned towards Sherlock's face and gave him a tender kiss induced with a portion of mind healing werewolf magic. It would help Sherlock calm down. Sherlock gave in to the kiss and kissed Anderson deeply, not actually thinking of whom he was kissing, he just wanted the taste of calmness which Anderson more than happily gave him. Anderson let out a muffled moan when Sherlock instinctively put his large hand at the back of Anderson's head and pulled him closer to his scorching hot body. Anderson wanted to take Sherlock roughly right down on the floor right now but he knew he couldn't because John might becoming back soon and the rules of the werewolves.
"Rule one; never steal another werewolf's mate, it will be your own death," the elders voice spoke inside Anderson's head as he remembered the first and most important rule and the ridiculous rule angered him deeply.
Anderson gave Sherlock more of his werewolf calming magic before he broke the kiss and stepped away from Sherlock but he was still looking at the lanky man with big pupils. When the magic of the kiss was broken, Sherlock realized what he had just done. A thorn of guilt hurt inside his chest.
"I'm sorry John. I will never do this again," he promised himself and stared at the floor. At least he had calmed down.
"So Sherlock... What are you going to do?" Anderson asked as returned to his place on the couch.
"I don't know yet. I need to talk with him first." Sherlock said, still a little tired out from what he actually had done.
"Sounds like a good idea, but do not wait too long. Tick tock." Anderson said right before John returned. It felt like he had been away for an hour but he had only been away for about two minutes. John wheeled to the couch and went from his wheelchair to the sofa in a heartbeat.
"Oh yes, before I forget to tell you: Mycroft has plans about resurrecting Lestrade and it is happening tonight." Anderson said smoothly and waited for both men's reactions.
"It was expected." Sherlock said at last. "I have noticed that there has been something different about him and it is understandable that he wants Lestrade returned to life. Though I cannot understand why he would be so foolish. It is dangerous to resurrect a human." Sherlock said with a frown on his face. John remained quiet.
"Indeed it is but I have given him some advice so everything should go well." Anderson said and looked out of the window. "The moon will be at its peak in about ten minutes."
"Oh dear. I should go there and see if everything is going all right. I don't want my brother to die." Sherlock said while getting off the couch. "John my love, I will go to Mycroft but I will return when the resurrection is over, okay? You will stay here with Anderson and the children. You can bear that, can you not?" Sherlock said softly to John and placed a kiss on his lips before quickly dressing himself in his outerwear and leaving the apartment without waiting on an answer from John.
John sighed deeply at Sherlock's never ending behaviour and turned his gaze from the stairs to Anderson.
"Then there is only you and me and two sleeping children." he said with a sigh.
"Yep that is right." Anderson replied and looked at John with narrow pupils. Anger flared like a wildfire inside him. He just wanted to hurt John because of him stealing Anderson's only purpose to live.
"You know what John..." Anderson said slowly while keeping his gaze locked on John's face.
"No what, Anderson?" John said with a nicer voice since he could hear the tensionin Anderson's voice.
"When you die you are going to be all alone in human's after life," said Anderson with a large, mean grin on his face.
"A human's after life? What are you talking about?" John asked with a worried voice, putting his hands onto his chest while looking steady at Anderson.
"I am talking about the fact that you are going to be all alone in the human's version of after life while Sherlock is going to be with Astrid, Tim and our werewolf God Fenrir in our after life. Sherlock isn't going to transform you and thus you won't be with him when you've died," Anderson said scornfully, his eyes brimming with triumph.
John felt his heart speeding up.
"W-what are you talking about Anderson," he stammered as his heart started aching.
"I'm telling you the truth John." Anderson sneered and raised himself from the sofa. "You are going to be all by yourself when you are rotting in your own grave while Sherlock is spending his afterlife with your children," his breath puffed, now close to John's face as Anderson had leant down over him.
"It is a pity John, isn't it? That Sherlock won't transform you..." Anderson whispered and stroked John's cheek teasingly.
John put his hands on Anderson's chest and pushed him away with such force that Anderson fell backwards over the table. Splashes of blood coloured the light brown table as Anderson hurt his head in the impact of John's push but Anderson seemed to be in no pain as he got off the table and stood on the other side of the floor. He let out a loud laugh at the now crying John.
"You are so pathetic John. I hate you. I have always hated you," Anderson confessed while looking at John with a hateful gaze. John just stared at him in return with tears streaming down his cheeks. He gasped for air as his heart struggled with its beats.
Anderson walked to John again and clawed his face with his now sharp nails, giving him five long and deep scratch marks across the right side of his face.
"That's for you stealing my life from me. Sherlock." he growled and licked off the blood from his fingers.
"Out! Out of my house!" John screamed at the man and kicked Anderson's legs but Anderson easily avoided John's attack and let out a loud laugh.
"You think you can hurt me with that?!" he laughed scornfully. "You wimp! I hope you die before Sherlock turns you into one of us!"
John collected every ounce of his power and managed to get off from the floor and literally push Anderson out of the house.
"You are not welcome here again!" he screamed furiously before closing the door with a loud bang in front of Anderson's menacingly laughing face. When the door closed, John sunk down on the floor with his hand tightly pressed against his chest and tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't believe Sherlock would do such a thing against him. Leave him all alone in his after life without the possibility to be with his family. The pain in his chest overwhelmed him as he started screaming uncontrollably.
"Daddy! My vision!" Tim gasped suddenly as he shot straight up in his bed. Astrid woke up with a jolt as she heard her brother's voice and her daddy screaming.
"Downstairs! Now!" Astrid said quickly and they hurried their way down the stairs.
Tim sunk down on his knees at John's side and enveloped his hands around John's as Astrid was away, fetching emergency medicine for John.
"It will be okay Daddy, I promise..." Tim murmured softly while his tears dripped down on John's already wet face. He caressed John's hands. John looked at him and smiled sadly.
"I'm sure it will," he replied to his son, his voice staggered. Tim nodded and smiled reassuringly to his father before he leaned down and kissed John's uninjured chin."
"I love you Daddy," Tim whispered, his tears continuing to drip down on John's face.
"I love you too Timothy," John murmured back.
"What happened to your chin?" Tim asked after a couple of seconds.
"Anderson made it," John whispered for an answer, his eyes screwing shut as the wounds started stinging.
"I will hurt him," Tim thought angrily to himself while he watched his Daddy in pain.
Astrid came after a minute with her hands full of John's medicine and a compress for John's wound. She squatted down at John's side and started treating his wound while speaking to him about the dream she had. John started calming down even more from hearing Astrid's voice and he managed not to pass out from the pain. When John had calmed down fully, Astrid and Tim helped him to get to his and Sherlock's bedroom and tucked the blanket over him. Astrid even succeeded in putting the IV to John's arm.
"Now you ought to rest," she said slowly to her daddy and kissed his uninjured cheek.
"I will," John replied softly giving both of his children a pat on their heads. "I love you and you are so talented." he added proudly while giving them a loving smile.
"We love you too daddy. Now rest and wait for Papa to come home," Astrid replied softly,
"How do you know he is away?" John asked with a tired frown on his face.
Astrid smiled.
"He told us where he was going through his thoughts." she said before she and Tim hugged their father tightly before returning to their bedroom.
John nodded when he was alone, then he started thinking about what Anderson said and he started crying again. How could Sherlock even do that to him?
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Half an hour earlier...
"Now rise, son of Man!" Mycroft chanted as he emptied the blood filled cup over Lestrade's moonlit grave. The grass started bubbling and soon enough it erupted like a tiny bomb had been placed there and a large hand stuck up from the soil. Another hand came up from the same hole and they started digging the ground with long nails. Soon enough, Lestrade's grey speckled hair could be seen from the grave and with a low grunt, the DI dug himself up from the grave.
"Food... food..." Lestrade hissed, sounding very similar to a snake. He stretched out his dirty hand in Mycroft's direction. He stared at Sherlock and Mycroft with bloodshot eyes and hissed on and off while moving his head in a reptile like manner.
"Food..." he hissed between his teeth and stretched out his tongue like a snake. Sherlock perked an eyebrow at Mycroft and noticed that the man was crying from happiness. He cleared his throat and used his elbow to wake Mycroft up from his blissfulness. Mycroft looked stunned for a second before finally waking up from his love trance.
"C-come here Lestrade, I will give you some food." Mycroft said with an unsteady voice and stretched out his scarred arm towards Lestrade.
The former DI walked to Mycroft in a zombie like manner and gripped Mycroft's arm with sharp nails. He dug the nails into Mycroft's delicate skin and cut a long wound beside one of Mycroft's visible veins. He put his dirty, dry lips to the already bleeding wound and slurped the red liquid. Low grunts of pleasure escaped Lestrade's mouth as he was feeding. Sherlock gave the man a disgusted look and then looked at Mycroft with an "are you serious?" gaze. Mycroft nodded.
"I love him," he mimed and softly caressed Lestrade's dirty hair. Sherlock thought he looked more relaxed and content than he had ever done since Lestrade's death. After seven years of agony, he had finally reunited with his missing puzzle piece.
A sudden vision of John lying on the floor screaming in pain bolted in front of Sherlock's eyes. He drew a quick breath and stared at Mycroft.
"I need to go back, call me as soon as he is somewhat normal again," Sherlock said to his brother but Mycroft was occupied with sounding very aroused as Lestrade licked Mycroft's blood from him and into his mouth. It gave Sherlock disgusted creeps.
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Sherlock jumped out of the cab, hurrying his way into 221B. When he entered his apartment he was met by a very angry and hurt looking army doctor standing right at the door with an IV stuck to his arm.
"John?" Sherlock breathed out worriedly as he saw the compress stuck to John's face. He hurried towards him and embraced him tightly but still carefully. John was stiff as a stick in his embrace and he released him.
"John? Please speak to me," Sherlock begged and put his hands on his lover's shoulders. "Please..."
John turned his face down to the floor and clenched his fists. His body started trembling and he started breathing shallowly.
"John? What is happening? Is it your heart?" Sherlock asked worriedly and put his hand to John's chest to ease his pain, as always.
John slowly shook his head; he turned his head upwards and looked at Sherlock with black eyes.
"How can you be so selfish?! How can you be so incredibly mean?!" he suddenly shouted and started hitting Sherlock's chest with his fists. "How can you even allow me to be alone?!" he shouted even louder while continuing to hit Sherlock's chest hard.
"If you don't transform me, I will FORCE Mycroft to transform me!" John shouted.
Sherlock's stomach twisted with anger as he heard John utter these words. John was his and if someone was going to transform him, it was Sherlock and Sherlock alone. He swallowed his anger and started speaking:
"J-John please calm down... What are you-" he broke off by John hitting him hard in his face with his fist. Sherlock's skin immediately turned blue from the fist and a small red wound opened right under his eye.
"J-john please I can explain-" he broke off again.
"NO! You can NOT explain! You have nothing to explain! You don't love me enough to turn me! I knew it! I have known it all along!" John screamed and tears erupted from the corner of his eyes.
"I knew you don't love me fully enough... No one does and no one ever will..." he sobbed, his whole body relaxing as his legs failed him and he fell down on the floor, his head touching the small bump that Sherlock's belly had turned into. As he landed on his knees, he fixated his gaze on the bump where he had a child waiting to come out. Sherlock squatted down in front of him and drew him close.
"Please John... Never doubt my love... never do that... I beg you..." Sherlock whispered slowly next to John's ear while he caressed John's soft hair.
"Why won't you transform me then...? Anderson told me that... I will be all alone when I'm dead if you don't transform me... I don't want to be alone again... I don't ever want to be left alone again..." John murmured between his sobs. "Please transform me Sherlock... Please..." he sobbed.
Sherlock grimaced painfully at his words.
"I'm sorry I haven't told you about that... Anderson was the one that hurt you too, yes?" he whispered and touched the scratch wound carefully. John nodded against his cheek and sniffed a little. Sherlock growled deep in his throat.
"I will kill him," he thought angrily while drawing John closer.
"John. Never doubt my love please. I love you more than anything in the whole world," Sherlock then begged and held John tightly in his arms.
"I won't doubt your love for me... I just can't believe that you would do that to me. To actually leave me out of the werewolves' after life... Why Sherlock?" John murmured after a while.
"Because I don't want to kill you," Sherlock answered shortly. John just nodded as an answer and released himself from Sherlock's embrace.
"I will die anyway," John said, then he raised himself from the floor and went to the bedroom. Sherlock hurried with taking off his outerwear, he went to the bedroom as well when he was ready. He crawled under the covers and put his arms around his John who only wore boxers. Sherlock spooned him softly.
"I love you," he murmured softly close to John's ear.
"I love you too Sherlock."
"Would you like to have that vacation now? To go to the werewolf camp?" Sherlock asked softly and snuggled John's warm neck. John nodded.
"I would love to."
"Then I will make it happen. I will tell the children and we will go there in the evening tomorrow. I will carry you on my back," Sherlock replied lovingly, loving every second of being close to John.
John nodded slowly, seeming not to want to talk right now.
"Everything will be all right and you will be healed," Sherlock promised as he turned off the light though he wouldn't transform John yet. He would first look if the werewolf camp could heal him and if it didn't, then he had to take drastic measures.
