After 1 year and 4 months hiatus, I finally got my inspiration for this story! I'm super excited for this story again and I've tweaked my last notes a bit so I really hope it will turn out good in the end. Enjoy!


"Timothy, Astrid, wakey wakey", Sherlock whispered softly as he slowly took off the blanket from their bodies. Tim's face crumpled reluctantly upon feeling the chill from the air. He drew the blanket over his body but Astrid kicked it away, she always seemed to be so warm-blooded. Tim pursed his lips and took the blanket all to himself. Sherlock rolled his eyes, his children were too much like John. The former doctor also hated waking up in the mornings, he preferred to go to bed early but wake later. The detective sat down on the side of the bed, he stroked his children's hair and hummed a song for them. Astrid's eyelids fluttered for a moment before she opened them and looked at Sherlock with happiness glowing in her eyes.

"Papa!" she blurted out happily, her thin arms grabbing Sherlock's neck and bringing him close to her body, hugging him tightly. Sherlock chuckled softly and returned her hug happily. Nothing made him happier than seeing his firstborn smiling like that.

"Did you sleep well Papa?" Astrid asked, climbing up into her father's lap and looking at him with her big, grey eyes.

"Yes I did. I always sleep better when I'm sleeping next to John. I'm so glad we're all back together. You know that, don't you?" he asked her while patting her head lovingly. He loved her so much, he would never allow any harm to be done to her.

Astrid nodded, "Of course I know. I always knew somewhere you were going to return. I think Daddy did that too. And Tim of course", she frowned and chewed thoughtfully on her lips. "You are going to transform Daddy, right? Especially now after what he heard from Anderson yesterday?"

Sherlock swallowed, unsure what to say and not to say. "Yes… I do think I'm going to. I know I don't want him to be alone in our afterlife but the thing is, dear, there is a fifty percent chance that he will survive my poison. So it's a fifty percent chance he will continue living as a werewolf or die as a human. And I'm not sure I want to take that risk", the detective looked down at the floor, feeling the coldness of sorrow gripping him from inside. "Though, it's a risk I have to take. He won't survive much longer without being transformed", he added, now with a more quiet voice than before. He could feel his daughter's arms hugging him closely as he had made his final decision. He would transform John and he would take the big risk of him either dying or surviving. There wasn't anything else he could do. Sherlock hugged Astrid closely, just letting the decision settle in for a moment.

"I'm so glad you finally made up your mind. Even though Daddy may die, it's still worth a risk taking. I don't want him to be left all alone in his afterlife when we are together in ours. It's not fair", she said with concern, sounding older than she actually was. "I know it has been a hard decision Papa but I'm so glad you finally took the step and made it."

Sherlock gazed at his daughter, completely amazed over her wisdom even at such a young age. She sure was like her Papa. He smiled at her, thinking everything would eventually be fine in the end and gave her forehead a quick peck. "Let's wake your brother now, shall we?"

He leaned down to the tiny, sleeping body and drew up his pyjamas shirt, put his lips to the warm stomach and let out air through his mouth. This made the air vibrate against his stomach, making a loud farting noise. Timothy went wide-eyed and shouted out in mixed fear and laughter. He struggled in the bed, trying to avoid Sherlock's unforgiving mouth but his father succeeded over and over with blowing on his stomach, tickling him until he couldn't breathe.

"Stop it! Stop it! I give up!" Timothy laughed, holding his hands up in a defeated manner while looking at his Papa. Sherlock put his arms around his son's body and hugged him tightly before putting the two children in his lap. They looked at their father with wonder in their eyes, sometimes Tim couldn't actually believe that this brilliant man, sitting in front of him was his father. The sheer thought of it made Tim's heart jump by joy and excitement. He was more similar in appearance to Sherlock than John with his dark brown hair, light green eyes and prominent cheekbones. When he got older, he was going to look almost like an exact copy of his father and he was sure to capture many people's hearts just like Sherlock did in his younger years. Tim grabbed Sherlock's hand and stroke it with small fingers.

"The reason why I woke you up this early is because we're going on a vacation to the werewolf camp. You don't remember anything from it, do you Astrid?" Sherlock asked, drawing his fingers through her long red hair. The girl pondered for a moment before slowly shaking her head.

"I've a memory from it, but I don't remember anything I can explain in words. The memory is too vivid", she said with a complex look on her face. Sherlock kissed her forehead, stroking her left cheek with his thumb.

"It's okay, you don't have to remember. I was just curious." He hugged them both again. "Anyway, we are going to the camp because Daddy needs to rest from London's pulse, in fact, I think all of us do. And I think we're going to stay there until summers end. Of course, nothing is set in stone. We'll just see how it turns out."

Timothy's grip on Sherlock's hand tightened, this made the detective look at his son. The boy seemed to have tensed a bit, he had almost a scared glint in his eyes. Sherlock could smell the well-known scent of fear coming from his son.

"Are the werewolves in the camp kind?" Tim asked with a small voice whilst looking at Sherlock with scared eyes. "I don't want them to think I'm different because I haven't transformed yet…"

Sherlock's stomach dropped, why was his son scared of the werewolves? He was one of them, he shouldn't be afraid. Was Tim afraid of him, his father? How long had he been afraid? The questions flew like bees in his head, he needed to get them out as soon as possible.

"Are you scared darling? You need not be afraid, the werewolves in the camp are really kind. Daddy, Mrs Hudson and Astrid have met them. Anderson are there too sometimes", the mention of Anderson made a fire spark to life inside Sherlock. He needed to get rid of him quickly, he had violated one of the most important laws. He felt the tingling feeling over his back; the wolf inside him was ready to hunt. "And of course they won't think you're different darling. You're one of the first werewolf children in thirty years. They would never think you're weird or different. You are a part of the pack and I'm sure they will love you as soon as they get their hands, or should I say paws on you", smiled Sherlock, Timothy laughed at the choice of his father's words and the scent of fear faded away.

Astrid started jumping up and down in Sherlock's lap, she was very excited going to the camp as she hadn't been there since she was a little baby. She got off the bed and immediately started packing her things in a green backpack. Tim stayed in Sherlock's lap with his head resting on Sherlock's stomach.

"Don't pack too much darling. I'm going to carry it all", Sherlock reminded his daughter. Astrid just replied with a giggle and continued to fill the backpack with various things. Ponies, wolf toys, clothes. Everything she could find in her part of the room.

"Don't you want to pack as well?" Sherlock asked Tim who still was resting in his laps, his eyes closed.

"No… I'm not sure I want to go", Tim murmured, he crept out of Sherlock's protective lap and lay down on the bed beneath the blanket. Sherlock decided to leave him be, if there was something he wanted to tell his father then he would. Sherlock didn't want to force answers out of him and eventually, Tim was going to like it at the camp.

"I'll go and make some breakfast!" With that, the detective left the room and went down the stairs to the kitchen. He scrambled eggs and fried bacon along with making freshly squeezed orange juice with a machine Mrs Hudson had bought to John a couple of Christmases ago. He put plates at the table, lit some candles and put the eggs and bacon on each plate for each family member. He hurried back upstairs, knocked on the children's door, telling them that breakfast was ready before making his way to his and John's room. He briefly knocked on the door with soft fingers before going in, lay down beside his lover and put his arms around John's stomach. John opened his eyes slowly, yawned and glanced towards Sherlock.

"Hello there", he murmured softly, his voice a bit raspy. He turned around so he faced Sherlock, he crept closer to him and huddled close to Sherlock's chest. Sherlock put his arm around him, keeping him even closer and drew his wonderful scent into his lungs.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock's deep voice asked, his throat vibrating against the top of John's head when he spoke. John enjoyed his presence so much, it made his heartache surpress a little. He wondered how much time he actually had left, he didn't know how much longer his heart could go on like this and that frightened him the most. He didn't want to be left alone when he died, especially not now when Sherlock was back. He wanted to be with him and with his family for the rest of his life and if there really was a life after death, he wanted to be with them there too. He loved them with his whole heart, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than being with them forever. He hoped Sherlock would keep his words and make them true.

"I'm doing okay, the events yesterday were… Kind of odd", John admitted. "Did you tell the children about out trip today?" he added.

"I see what you mean love, it's understandable. And I'll do something about Anderson. And yes I did."

John frowned, what Anderson had done was unforgivable but what did Sherlock actually mean by doing something about him?

"Are you going to kill him?" John simply asked whilst looking at Sherlock. Sherlock looked down at John, nodding and hugging John harder.

"He violated one of the werewolves' most important laws. Never hurt another werewolf's mate. Never steal another werewolf's mate. It will be your own death", Sherlock quoted from the rules that were firmly imprinted in his brain. "I have to kill him. That is the only way to justify what he have done to you. To us."

Anderson had been a close friend throughout the years, he was there for John when he needed someone the most, he was there helping John getting his legs back, he was there helping them fight Moriarty, he had been there countless of times, helping and protecting them. And now he was going to die. Just like that. Though, when Sherlock came back from the dead it was almost like Anderson changed overnight. Suddenly everything that had happened in the past months made sense to John. Anderson had imprinted on Sherlock, Sherlock was his chosen mate! John had been so sure that Molly had been Anderson's mate but apparently that wasn't true. It was almost like the situation with Mycroft and Anthea. John had been so sure they were mates but it had turned out Lestrade was the elder brother's mate and that was why Mycroft had changed so much when Greg passed away. Funny thing that the werewolf could live without his mate but not the human.

"Anderson imprinted on you. He chose you as his mate when you came back", John breathed, staring with wide eyes at Sherlock's face. Sherlock perked his eyebrows, quite taken aback by the sudden words coming from his lover, surely, John had become more like him when he was gone. He was deducing now. Sherlock felt pride brimming inside him.

"Err yes, that he did", Sherlock baffled then patting John's back almost frantically. "I have kept it away from you because I didn't want to bother you about it."

"You wouldn't have bothered me. I'm glad I know about it now though", John said simply, not wanting to fight with Sherlock again. He slowly got into sitting position, he had to take it easy since he didn't know how much more his heart would take. "How's the baby?" he asked with his eyes fixed on Sherlock's round belly. He wanted to change the subject and ignore the fact that Sherlock rarely told him things anymore.
Sherlock smiled while stroking his round belly with his hand.

"I think everything is all right in here. I don't feel any weirdness going on."

John smiled and gave the tummy a quick pat. "I'm hungry, is breakfast ready or is it my turn today? I haven't been keeping up to the days lately."
They had made a breakfast schedule for each day of the summer where they had decided which day one of them was going to make breakfast. Sherlock nodded then shook his head and took John's smaller hands into his.
"Breakfast is ready, I made scrambled eggs and bacon. I also squeezed some fresh juice", he whispered and gave John's nose a peck. "I hope you'll find it tasty", he added softly.

The two men went downstairs to their waiting children. As soon as they saw their fathers, they started eating wildly as if they hadn't eaten in a long time. Sherlock and John sat down to eat and they ate in silence.

Ten hours passed, the family was almost ready to begin their trip to the werewolf camp. Sherlock ran around in the apartment to see if everything they needed was packed including John's medicines, enough clothes, bathroom items and other necessities. When everything was ready and packed, Sherlock told his family that they probably needed to go back to 221B once in a while to get new, fresh clothes. Though they had almost everything they needed back at the camp, they still hadn't enough to survive the entire summer without clean clothes.

"Are you all ready to go?" Sherlock asked his loved ones, looking at all of them. They nodded and Sherlock smiled approvingly. "Then let's go!"

The trip to the forest that was going to take them to the camp took about one hour and a half walk. By the time half an hour had passed, Timothy was already tired of walking. He sulked and whined, wanting to ride on Sherlock's shoulders but not being allowed to. Astrid made an offer that she could carry her brother for a while but Tim refused angrily. Sherlock was driving John in his wheelchair as good as it went through small patches of wood and uneven hills. At last, they were at the beginning of the wood they were going to walk into. Sherlock thoroughly watched around him before transforming into wolf. He stretched his feet and legs and shook his fur before helping John up on his back along with the gasket. When John was safe on his back, they started the long and unforgiving way to the werewolf camp.