AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have resurrected this long dead fanfic. It's been about 1 year and three months since the last chapter, and I'm really, really, really, really sorry! It was a terrible thing to do! I decided the other day that I simple MUST finish this! Leaving stories hanging is BAD. So I've been planning out the rest of the story, and here's chapter 8! I hope you enjoy

The Arcanaeum was a large circular room. The floor was lowered in the middle with a desk and bookcases on each side, and another desk at the far end, piled with books, with what must have been the librarian behind it. Vistha approached the librarian and spoke to him quietly. He nodded and proceeded to take several books of the shelves and place them on one of the central desks. The librarian retreated back to his own desk. Vistha looked up at Sherlock and John and gestured for them to come to him.

"The cure for lycanthropy is not common knowledge." He started. "It may take some time to find out the way to do it."

Sherlock and John shared a look.

"Don't worry," Vistha added. "We will find a way."

The three men all sat around a single desk which was littered with open books; some with grotesque drawings, some with very small font, and even some in different languages. John skimmed through the books, trying to spot anything to do with a cure, but a lot of the books were obviously written by people who were extremely prejudice against lycanthropes, and only stated how to successfully slay them. John could tell Sherlock was losing hope. When they first arrived at the college, there was an excited gleam in his eye. That was no longer present, and he was frowning sadly as he flicked through the old tomes.

"Sherlock," John said quietly. "We'll find a way, don't worry. We won't stop until we find a way."

"Here is something." Vistha remarked suddenly.

Sherlock quickly leaned across the desk to examine the old book in front of Vistha.

"For many years, The Companions in Whiterun have offered members of The Circle the gift of lycanthropy."

"Werewolves in Whiterun? Sherlock was locked up for being a werewolf!" John exclaimed angrily.

"It is a secret within The Circle." Vistha pondered. "But think of this: The Companions see lycanthropy as a gift, and they know how to give the gift to their initiates. Perhaps they also know how to cure it. We must speak to one of the members of The Circle."

"I can't go back to Whiterun." Sherlock stated. "I'm a wanted man."

Vistha thought for a moment. "Maybe we could get one of The Companions to come here. There would be a price of course."

"We only have about a hundred and twenty gold left." John muttered.

"That may be enough; I will have to see. I will have one of the apprentices send a letter to Whiterun to ask if they will assist us. You can stay in Winterhold while awaiting a reply. When is your next cycle?"

"Not for another two or three weeks." Sherlock replied.

"Alright, you can stay in The Frozen Hearth Inn in town. I will come to you when I get a reply."

About a week later, Vistha came to see John and Sherlock.

"Good news," he reported. "One of The Companions is on their way now. They have agreed to help you; they know a cure."

Sherlock must have been holding his breath, as he let out a long sigh of relief and even smiled. It was really happening: he was going to be cured.

Three days later, John and Sherlock were summoned to the College. They met in Vistha's quarters so they would have some privacy. They were met by Vistha, and a woman with Auburn hair and dark green war paint across her face.

"This is Aela." Vistha introduced her.

"You're the werewolf, aren't you?" Aela looked at Sherlock.

"Yes, how did you-"

"I've seen that look before, on an old friend. He saw lycanthropy as a curse, not a blessing. We honoured his last request and cured him."

"How is it done?" Sherlock inquired.

"It's not exactly easy, but if you know how to put up a good fight, it's manageable. You need to severed head of a Glenmoril Witch, then take it to Ysgramor's Tomb. There you need to draw the wolf from your body, and defeat it."

"What do you think, Sherlock?" John turned to his friend.

"I don't know if I could manage it by myself."

"I'll be there." John assured him.

"I know," Sherlock replied. "But the Glenmoril Witches have very powerful magic."

"That is true." Vistha added.

"I could assist you." Aela offered.

"We wouldn't have enough gold, and I haven't even paid you for your journey here yet." John answered sadly.

"Don't worry about that, I came here by choice. I will always help a fellow wolf. I will require payment if I am to assist you further, however. It is a dangerous mission."

John and Aela settled on one hundred gold for the extra assistance.

"We'll head out tomorrow morning. Glemoril Witches can be found west of Lake Ilinalta near Riverwood. We'll go there to get the head, and then come back up to Ysgramor's Tomb; which is north-west of here."

"Sounds good." John smiled.

Sherlock's eyes gleamed. "Yes, it does."