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John decided he would tell Sherlock the truth, to the best of his ability. There was never any point in lying to Sherlock Holmes and worse than that when John tried to ignore the issue, Sherlock got Mycroft to kidnap him. However John wasn't sure where to start so he sat in his chair for a long time, trying to order his thoughts. Sherlock just sat there, fingers steepled; watching his flat-mates thought processes.
"Your grandmother was a witch?" Sherlock asked, startling John from his reverie.
"Erm…no, well yes in the way you mean, but she was a sorceress" John explained "a very powerful magical practitioner, from her I get my powers." He no longer needed to ask Sherlock how he had deduced that; it was often easier that way. "We used to practice together when I was a child, Harry had no real talent, neither did my Mum, but Granny was brilliant. She fostered my powers, taught me to control them, but also told me about the wars." Sherlock sat straighter, and Keridwyn who had been curled up on Johns lap stretched out her claws, and woke herself up.
"The demon wars were tens of thousands of years ago, when magic was more freely available. They are mentioned in all cultures, the dream-time, or genesis." Keridwyn explained "The power was the real cause of the fights of course, however demons just like fighting which made matters worse. Families and factions formed, and because we have such a long life those fights are still going on. We bred with humans and we imbued our offspring with magical power. As the power dwindled down into our offspring's families we took a back seat, the families took up the fight, John carries the blood of one of these families."
"When Granny died I lost all connection with our 'family'" John took up the story, "I still practiced, it's a useful gift and I was unwilling to let my powers falter, but somehow it's not the same if you haven't another person to share it with. Then I joined the army, and Sandhurst is not the place for demonstrating a skill like mine. By my third tour in Afghanistan I barely used any magic at all, then I got shot." Involuntarily John massaged his shoulder, upsetting Keridwyn onto the floor, where she hissed like a dropped cat. Sherlock picked her up and started stroking her head, enraptured by John. " I was dying, in the middle of firefight, enemy all around, and I was aware of men falling around me. I was thinking about Granny, and I must have sent out a magical vibe. When I woke up I was in an emergency field hospital, the rest of my unit was dead, and I was told I owed my life to an orderly called Bill Murray. However I received a letter a few days later informing me that Keri's family was behind my survival and I was to contact them if I ever needed them."
"When did they contact you?" Sherlock asked, still stroking the demon's head.
"The night of the Study in Pink case, Keri came to me, and told me she was mine for the duration. She's been helping us ever since." John shrugged, but Sherlock lifted Keridwyn by the waist and studied her.
"The assassin at Soo Lin's house? The escape from the pool? That was you?" he asked her. She stretched into her human form, leaving him holding a slender girl around her hips.
"Are you not grateful, Mr Holmes?" she asked, he coughed as she removed herself from his lap.
"Sherlock, please!"
TBC
Jas xx