Nineteen: I Can Cure You

The laughter lasted for so long that they could barely breathe by the end of it. They wiped away tears as they tried to calm down. Aveen settled, and Sherlock, then John. They had settled enough now for John to ask, "How long did it take you to figure out how to do that?"

He grabbed Sherlock's hand and entwined their fingers as she smiled. "A week. I could teach you if you like, it actually has nothing to do with magic. It's simply that potential that humans have locked away. I am partly human after all," she smiled.

"So wait, it isn't magic? And how could I possibly do that?" John asked.

"Oh, John, sometimes you really are slow." Sherlock sat forward and looked to his lover, "You have heard of the 'unused' DNA that scientists and doctors have found, the part of the string of human DNA they have no idea what it's used for? Well, that's what it was used for. Telepathy, telekinesis, and even control of the elements. Did you really think man 'found' fire?" he scoffed and gave an amused smile.

"Man created fire," John argued.

"No, they could only control it. And even then, you really can't. It's also why humans don't use all of their mind to its full capacity. Because almost half of it is locked away and they don't care to find why or how to unlock it," he reasoned.

"But it makes no sense, how did you not know about it before, then? Why weren't you using it?" John asked.

"Because I, despite what you think, was an idiot. And lately, I just haven't had the time to do anything about it," he explained. John smiled at the fact that he called himself an idiot.

"By the way, I wanted to tell you this a long while ago, but never got the chance," Aveen spoke, "I know how to cure you. Or at least, the spell to do so," she smiled.

"'Cure' me?" Sherlock was confused.

"Being a Vampire is a type of disease, I hope you know," she explained and his eyes widened and John stuttered.

"Y-You can… H-How, exactly?" his grip on Sherlock's hand became tighter.

"Like I said, a spell. Specifically, a blood spell, seeing as it was a blood spell that did it in the first place," her gaze flickered from Sherlock to John and back to the detective. "Would you like me to get my book?" she asked. Her book?

Sherlock looked to her in curiosity and John was just confused. She giggled softly and ran back to her room, grabbing the spell book she had found before, and Sherlock never noticed she took it. How, no one had a clue. She even thought he'd known.

"Here," she plopped it down on the table. "It's a book of spells, and it is interesting, I have to say," she sat down once more and Sherlock fingered the leather bound book. He slid it over the table top to under his stare.

He studied the binding and everything. It was in good shape for being at least a hundred years of age. He didn't ask how she got it, because obviously she had somehow sipped it on her person when they were at the library. He opened it as the spine crackled and Sherlock was pleased.

John perked up and looked over Sherlock's long fingers to the words printed on the first page, "You die, and it's not my fault," the page warned. Sherlock scoffed and flipped the page over to the first explanation of this spell, then the things to put to it, and the small incantation you would say. But this one was only a healing spell.

"Here," Aveen offered and she flipped the pages with ease as she found the spell she had been studying. "Read this," she suggested as the boys read about the blood spell. It involved a small amount of human blood, and a few other things Sherlock was sure they had around the flat. And the incantation wasn't as long as some of the others.

"Do you want to try it?" John asked. He didn't care what Sherlock did, he married a Vampire, after all. Honestly though, he'd like it better if Sherlock was human, so he wouldn't be the only one, but he didn't mind if Sherlock wanted to stay the way he was. Plus, if he was human, Sherlock could actually grow old with him, instead of John dying first. John was sure Sherlock would tear himself apart at that.

Sherlock glanced from John to the words scribbled on the page, then to Aveen and back to the words, then finally back to John's bright but dark blue eyes. Aveen's sparkled as John glanced from her to Sherlock's brilliant grey/blue eyes. "Well?" she asked and they both jumped a little.

Sherlock swallowed, and he flipped the page to look to the back of it and at the side effects of turning a Vampire back to a human. The only ones it listed was the fact that they'll obviously be extremely hungry, and it was pretty much the same as turning to a Vampire. Except instead of getting rid of the teeth, they'll lay dormant and never be used again.

Sherlock flipped it back over and looked to the 'ingredients' it wanted. "John, do we even have these?" he asked, pointed to some of the herbs.

"Yes," surprisingly, "all of it. Do You want to…?" he left it open and didn't finish the question as his other hand found Sherlock's and he squeezed both of them in his own. Sherlock bit his lip, and looked to the faded pages for the last time, then nodded slowly.

Aveen smiled, "This should be interesting…" she looked to John and he glared slightly at her as Sherlock just nodded again, agreeing that this should prove to be at least no boring…

"I have no idea what to charge her with. Plus, she was a good one to have on the force, so I don't even know if I want to charge her with anything," Lestrade was complaining to Mycroft as they had stepped into his office. They had left Miranda handcuffed to the table in the interrogation room, with a guard, of course.

"How about trespassing?" Mycroft suggested, "If anything, she was stalking you. We still don't why she was following you," he pointed out and Greg huffed as he sat in his chair at his desk.

"So I'm not interesting enough," he was insulted, but just a bit. Mycroft shrugged and Greg seriously questioned why the MI6 man loved him, then. Then again, no one knows why Sherlock loves John, he just does. Why is he comparing his relationship to them? He's nothing like John, no offense to him. Plus, they don't have a daughter that needs their love to last.

Anyway, Mycroft leaned on Greg's desk with his hip and he had to actually think about this instead of just processing information and having the answer automatically. Why would she follow Gregory? Was it simply because she was bored and he was the first person she thought of?

Nonetheless, Gregory needs to put her in some kind of containment unit until she stops being so creepy. Even Mycroft is creeped out by her. Then suddenly, the man leaning on his lover's desk smiled. That was why Mycroft loved the DI. Because of moments like these.

He doesn't get to stand in an office of the modern world anymore. Then there was the fact that if he hadn't met Gregory, he wouldn't have a more fun way to get into Sherlock's life. No matter what the little brat argued, if Mycroft wasn't there, Sherlock would be dead by now. There were many people, human or not, who wanted his head.

"What are you smiling at?" Greg seemed annoyed that he didn't know.

Mycroft only turned to look at his silver haired man full on instead of through a sideways glance, and smiled wider. Greg scoffed and was about to say something, but Mycroft's lips stopped him. He was surprised, to say the least, but he accepted and kissed back, and they separated before either one could do anything else.

"To answer your stupid question, I was smiling at you," his thumb traced Greg's bottom lip and Greg blushed lightly.

"Why?"

"Who else would I smile for?" and Greg blinked and gulped. He shrugged and Mycroft chuckled at how speechless he left the Detective Inspector. Greg blushed harder when Mycroft pulled him up from his chair and in between his legs. "Despite the rumours and what you think, I do love you," he placed his hands on Greg's hips and Greg smiled.

"Do you really? I am quite boring," he admitted as his palms spread over the wood of his desk on either side of Mycroft.

"You're not boring, you're just not normal," Mycroft said.

"'Not normal', huh? As in…?" he prompted.

"You're not as stupid as Sherlock brought you out to be," Mycroft's fingers brushed back the silver/grey hair from Greg's forehead and placed a kiss where his fingertips had once been.

"That's not always a good thing," Greg shrugged and Mycroft brought him closer.

"It is when your name is Gregory Lestrade," he grinned and Greg simply blushed again, putting his forehead against Mycroft's hoping he couldn't see the cute pink spreading across his face.

"I love you, too," he finally said and Mycroft hummed in agreement as their noses touched and Greg's breath seemed to leave him as Mycroft brought him into a kiss. But this was definitely not like all the others. This was possessive, yes, but it was lovingly possessive, if that makes any sense. He could feel all the hidden emotion radiating from his lover's lips and they both smiled into this breathless kiss.

When they broke, Greg still wanted contact, and gave Mycroft a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he panted out breaths. Greg sighed in contentment as Mycroft simply brought his breath to where it was supposed to be.

But once they were able to breathe, fervour kisses were given again, and again, and Greg feared he might pass out, but the grip he had on his desk left and he wrapped his arms around Mycroft, gripping tighter as he was closer to needing air.

And oh God, tongue made it worse. Well, better, but worse. Better, because he tasted so good, worse because neither of them wanted air after the taste of them was established. They were both dissatisfied, but they both needed air before one or both of them passed out.

Gregory had a killer grip on Mycroft's waist, but he loosened after his thoughts were brought back and he realized just where he was. Mycroft had known the whole time, he just didn't care that people could have been watching. They can judge all they like, Mycroft wasn't moving anytime soon. He had even put his umbrella to lean against the desk as he propped himself to sit on it.

He had had his legs and arms wrapped around the DI as stuff happened. But they weren't in either of their homes, they were in an office, and Gregory just realized that as he went to separate himself from the MI6 man.

But he failed and Mycroft only brought him closer, "Don't leave, not yet," he pleaded and Gregory was surprised again, to hear that tone of voice coming from such a usually and well composed man. But he stayed, and placed furtive and small kisses to Mycroft's neck.

"I'll never leave you," he promised…

"Ow! Fuck!" Mary wasn't surprised.

But she said, "Oi! Watch your language!" she glared and Eve sheepishly grinned. She mumbled an apology as she put her finger to her lips.

"It hurts," she admitted as Mary rolled her eyes. Mary looked at her finger and it was already healing, as Eve's saliva would do that.

"You burnt yourself on the toaster, didn't you?" she accused. Eve nodded, blushing of embarrassment, and Mary chuckled. "It does hurt," she admitted and Ivan giggled at the face Eve was making. Eve smiled and Ivan giggled louder as Mary smiled as well.

"He finds it all so amusing," Eve shook her head and Mary simply nodded as she looked to his cute little face and his growing blond hair. Eve thought it was adorable that he had blond hair like his mum, but Mary didn't much care. He was adorable no matter what, honestly…

It was a bit weird having Aveen telling them what to do and what to gather, but she was the one with the book, and Sherlock was sitting beside her as she spouted off the four herbs they'll need. And she said a few other obvious things like: what they would need to use.

Eventually, everything was spread across the table and Sherlock was practically shaking at how complicated, yet simple this was. They were so many things he wanted to be do when he was human again (John) and so many things he didn't get to do as a Vampire. But those would be forever lost as Aveen ordered John to start grinding down some green plant and Sherlock spaced.

But when she ordered to him to cut down the one herb, he came to, "Sorry?" she smiled.

"Cut this into small pieces," and he grabbed a cutting board with a small knife and obeyed blindly. He wanted this to be over with so he could stop wondering what it's going to feel like. Will it hurt as bad as turning into a Vamp, or will it be worse?

John pushed that bowl aside and grabbed another as Sherlock slid whatever he had just cut into it. "Okay, the rest can be used as is. Sherlock do you really want to do this? We can stop now if you like?" Aveen asked and John gave the same look.

He hated pity, and slammed his fist to the table, "I'm fine and I don't need pity. Shut up," he glared at John.

"I didn't say a thing," John defended and Sherlock softened a bit.

"You didn't have to. Look, let's just do this and get it over with," he rushed and Aveen put everything needed in the middle of the table as John pulled a match from the matchbook Sherlock had kept around. It flicked across the brown on the back of the book as Sherlock loved the look of the flame dancing between John's fingers.

Aveen started the weird words of another language as she nodded to John to drop the match. Then he grabbed a knife that was still clean. Sherlock watched as he slowly cut through his skin and Sherlock couldn't help licking his lips at the sight of the drops.

The fire blazed higher and hotter as John's blood dripped into its red and orange flames. Suddenly there was a hint of blue at the bottom of the fire and John's wrist healed with a twinge of pain in the back of his head as the pink faded. He's been getting better with controlling the headaches and Sherlock simply stared as the small fire grew and Aveen finished off the incantation.

Suddenly, it melted into a bluish greenish liquid that had a hint of pink from the blood, and it swirled and stopped. John's eyes went wider as he didn't exactly expect it to be so quick. But now was the weird part.

Sherlock plucked the bowl from the middle of the table, and swirled the liquid around in his hands. John watched as he sniffed it. It smelled so weird, but he put it to his lips, and gave glances to his family. Aveen nodded as John put his hand to Sherlock's knee and squeezed.

Sherlock decided it wouldn't taste so great, but he downed it in seconds, determine to just get the taste out of his mouth. It tasted nasty, even with John's sweet blood in there. It tasted of smoke, green herbs and blood. It was sickening as he held his stomach and bent over the table. The bowl crashed in the sink as John went to grab Sherlock.

"Oh God, that's disgusting," he admitted and stuck his tongue out. John smiled and Sherlock returned it as he felt something coming around. What was… "Ah!" that hurts like hell as he doubled over and fell from his chair.

He had started digesting whatever the hell that was, and it was slowly pumping into his blood, and burned. John was on his knees as Sherlock was holding his own knees to his chest and rocking back and forth. His head hurt and each cry of pain made it worse.

Then his body started throbbing with the blood he could feel burning his veins and purifying them back to being human. He continued whimpering and rocking for several minutes as Aveen explained that it was normal.

That doesn't make it any better. Eventually, John picked Sherlock from the floor and carried him to their room, glad that he had cleaned up earlier, as Aveen followed him in. John sat on the bed and Sherlock curled back into a ball. Aveen crawled up to his other side, whispering things in his ear.

But that hurt, too and he hissed in pain as Aveen sat back and settled for putting her hand to his shoulder and telling him it will get better. He was still in a fetal position when John pulled himself up to Sherlock's back and wrapped himself around his husband.

"Sherlock, baby, it's okay," John soothed.

"How can you say that?" Sherlock winced at the pain the words caused him. "It's like a fucking jackhammer to my heart and it burns through my veins. It hurts like hell and you're gonna tell me it's fucking okay?!" John was surprised that Sherlock was swearing so loosely.

"It is okay, or it will be," Sherlock winced again and laid back down, bringing his knees to his chin as John's fingers laced through his hair and brushed his curls back from his sweating forehead. Aveen comforted Sherlock as best as she could, but he threw more profanities at her and the pain as said pain was too much to bear and he suddenly passed out.

"Sherlock?" and John heard light snoring coming from Sherlock and he smiled slightly. "How long do you think he'll be out?" John asked his daughter who was obviously concerned and wanted to help.

"I don't know," she sighed and slipped from her knees to curl up into his stomach, "but I'll be here when he wakes up," she confirmed and John smiled, almost having tears.

"Okay," he brushed her hair from her face and she nuzzled into Sherlock's chest as John settled curled around Sherlock's middle and stroking Aveen's hair as well as rubbing the small of Sherlock's back. "Aveen," she hummed as she was cuddled into a comfortable position, "I love you, and I'm sure he does, too," John confirmed and she smiled.

"I love you both…"

Mycroft was to pull Gregory back in for more kisses when his mobile rang, and it was Anthea, "Yes?" he asked and she sounded very surprised as she tried to explain.

"Sir, there's something. Um, Sherlock is um. He," Anthea couldn't get it out and Mycroft demanded for her to finish. And when she did, he couldn't believe what he heard. "Do you want to go to him?" she asked after a long silence.

"When will he wake up?" Mycroft asked instead.

She was silent for a moment, then confirmed, "We're not sure, but with the spell used, possibly tomorrow," and he considered this.

"Are you sure it'll be that long?" he had to know.

"As said before, with the power of it and the purpose, it could be even longer before his body gets used to being human again," she explained and he nodded as she was silent and awaiting an answer.

"I'll wait until tomorrow morning, then," he nodded again in confirmation. And he hung up as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. Gregory's eyes questioned as Mycroft explained that Sherlock has officially turned himself back to a human with a Wicken spell and Greg's eyes went wide.

"What? Is that even possible?" he asked. Mycroft nodded and Greg was in disbelief as he hugged Mycroft tighter. "Poor bastard, it's gotta be painful," he admitted.

Mycroft nodded, "It is," he said.

"How would you know?" Greg suddenly pulled back and looked into his lover's eyes.

"Come now, did you really think I had a clean slate? I am part of the British Government, and secrets are my specialty," he grinned and Greg was just shocked.

"You bloody clot, you could have told me!" he pounded weakly on Mycroft's chest and Mycroft laughed.

"You never asked," he said and Greg was even angrier.

"I never asked?! So?!"

"You haven't told me a thing about your past, either, Gregory," he pointed out and Greg got red in the face. Now he was embarrassed for being such an arse. That was right, Mycroft knew nothing of his past, but at least he was completely human through it all! Holy fucking fuck…

John stayed for the rest of the day, not moving, not leaving his side and Aveen did the same as they eventually fell asleep when the dark consumed them. The blond snuggled into Sherlock's neck as the brunette had relaxed and stretched out. Aveen dug her nose into his shirt and took in the smell of him, and fell asleep, listening to his heartbeat going back to human speeds.

o0o

Aveen woke first and wondered where she was, then remembered that Sherlock was cuddling around her, mumbling about John in his sleep and she smiled, accepting his embrace and John snorted as he woke.

He leaned over Sherlock's shoulder and she smiled up at him, he smiled back as Sherlock moaned. John was confused but when John's name floated by Sherlock's lips, he blushed. Aveen smirked as Sherlock whimpered and John knew what that one meant.

His blush grew deeper as Sherlock rolled over and wrapped himself around John, and groaned. John could feel the heat emanating from his husband's body, and he was a scarlet before Sherlock woke and was so confused.

"John?" he felt Aveen sit up behind him, "Aveen?" he struggled, but he finally remembered what happened yesterday and then he grinned. "John," he confirmed and he loved it as his lips made contact with John's.

Aveen coughed behind them and Sherlock smiled as they disconnected loudly and Aveen gave a disgusted noise from behind them. "Can we have breakfast before I throw up yesterday's?" she asked and John laughed.

Sherlock whined when he had to separate from John, but he was also dying to have something in his stomach. "Guess we didn't eat much yesterday, and you, mister," he booped Sherlock's nose, "you haven't eaten in weeks," he pulled at Sherlock's hand and pulled him off the bed. "Let's go, Angelo's it is," he confirmed and Aveen split to go change as Sherlock and John did the same.

"I feel weird," he said as he could feel his heartbeat beating faster than when he wasn't human. "How did I ever live with a heartbeat like that?" he asked and John shrugged.

"By the way, your brother probably knows what we did," John pointed out and as Sherlock slipped into his shoes, he pulled out his mobile from the night stand. Mmm, the night stand. Anyway, he texted his brother they were going out for breakfast and if he was going to bug Sherlock, he may as well do it there.

"Okay, let's go, I'm dying," he exaggerated and John smiled as his hand was grabbed and Sherlock drug him from the bedroom to the main room where Aveen was already starting down that stairs.

"I never thought I'd see the day you wanted to stuff your face," John smiled.

"Actually John, you have. It just wasn't food," he winked. Aveen rolled her eyes and was out the door as Sherlock followed, grabbing his coat and John doing the same. Sherlock called a cab as John reminded Aveen to stay away from the road, as she was, again, standing too close.

They climbed in and John recited an address he hadn't in a long time as Aveen cuddled in between her fathers.

o0o

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked through a bite of eggs and John had his hand connected to Sherlock's, fingers in between his. John was left handed, if you didn't know, and Sherlock being right handed helped them stay connected even while eating. Mycroft glanced at his brother, then Gregory sitting beside him.

"Can't I just make sure you're alright? After all, you did just change your life for the third time," Mycroft pointed out.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and swallowed before continuing, "And all three of those changes," he lifted John's and his hand from the table top, "I made for this man. I'll be fine as long as I have my soldier," and John blushed, hard.

Aveen smiled and continued to scoop food from her smallish plate and Mycroft simply didn't have any. Gregory was eating, though, and every now and then he would shovel food into his man's mouth. It was quite funny to watch, actually.

John used to do that, too, and Sherlock smiled, eating again. Mycroft pushed his chair back, standing, "I hope you're happy, then," he nodded and stepped from the table, taking his umbrella as it actually had start raining. Gregory abandoned his last few bites to go along and Mycroft smiled when he left with the DI intertwining their fingers.

"By the way, John, you're next," Aveen pointed at him with her fork as both men sitting beside her were confused.

Oh, "She means the healing thing. Would you like to get rid of that?" Sherlock asked as John really hadn't thought about it. "By the way, if it's even a fraction of the pain I went through, it's still worth it, John. Yes, being different was fantastic, but it really hurts to know that the person you love won't be there for you forever," Sherlock explained and John decided then and there.

"Do you have a spell that would lift the one on me?" he asked Aveen. She nodded. John decided that healing at a rapid pace wasn't worth all the pain, physically and emotionally.

Aveen swallowed the last bite of her food as Sherlock was almost finished as well. "Actually, I know how to do it without the spell book. I didn't learn how until about three days ago, though. I just never got around to it," she shrugged and John was surprised.

"Do you think it'll hurt?" John asked.

"Actually, it shouldn't," she said and Sherlock smiled. John wouldn't have to go through what he did. Aveen smiled in reassurance. "It's a spell that hurts like hell coming on, but doesn't when it leaves," and Sherlock and John's eyes widened. "What?"

"Watch your mouth," they both said and grinned at the fact that they were thinking the same thing. Sherlock finished as John was right behind him.

"I'm sorry? I seem to remember a certain someone spouting off curses after every sentence," she accused Sherlock and he acted like he didn't know what she was talking about. "Don't play with me, idiot," she scowled and pointed at Sherlock.

Sherlock chuckled as he slipped his coat back on his shoulders and John and he laid down a bill each, as they both paid for the food eaten here. Aveen and John followed his lead, and Aveen pulled the hood to hers over her hair as John flicked his collar up.

Sherlock finally had a good reason to pull his collar up to his cheekbones and John shook his head at that look of satisfaction that came across his features. Then he pulled on Sherlock's scarf and placed a kiss to Sherlock's cheek.

The detective smiled warmly as they left to the streets and Sherlock called a cab again. John was a bit nervous about what Aveen was to do when they got home. But he knew he was in good hands, as Aveen was talented and Sherlock would help if there was any pain.

o0o

"And you're sure this won't hurt?" John asked and Aveen rolled her eyes.

"It will if you don't shut up and let me do this," she raised her small fist and he rolled his eyes. Sherlock smirked at the mouth she had developed from him and despite John's arguments he had quite a mouth on him, too. She earned it from both of them, honestly.

Sherlock had his hand again and John was relaxed as Aveen was standing in front of him, while he and Sherlock sat on the couch. She placed her small hands at his temples and spread her fingers across his cheeks as her eyes rolled back into her head and she focused on this.

John flinched when he could feel the energy being pulled from his body and she smiled as the last of it was in her hands, and Sherlock's eyes widened as his grip on John's hand was deadly. He looked to Aveen and she curled her fists with the crimson surrounding them.

But she shook her head as her hands flew up and the red faded quickly and hit the ceiling, burning away and it even left a puff of smoke in the air and they all laughed as John was on Sherlock, pushing him into the cushions of the couch.

Their lips met and Aveen simply left, and when her footsteps stopped and they heard her door close, John traced Sherlock's lips with his tongue. "Now the marks won't leave, John," Sherlock suggested against John's lips and he groaned.

"We can't do this while Aveen is awake, and could hear us, as you're so responsive," he teased. Sherlock rolled his eyes and went back to snogging John and then there was a light knock to the doorframe.

"Yoo-hoo, boys?" Mrs. Hudson asked and she stepped into the main room.

John shot up, sitting with his legs crossed and Sherlock smiled as he looked to her. "Yes?" they both asked, John blushing.

"Sorry for interrupting, but I made some pie, and I was wondering if you would like some? I don't know why, really, I just did," she explained and John smiled.

"Still hungry, Sherlock?" he teased and poked at Sherlock's side.

The detective smiled as Aveen was down the stairs, "Did someone say pie?" and they all laughed but she simply grinned.

"Yes, would you like some?" Mrs. Hudson offered and they all rushed down to her flat for this pie. Mrs. Hudson really had no idea why she had made it, she just did. Maybe she knew the boys would want some? She didn't know.

But as they surrounded her small table, making noises of compliments and Sherlock had some dripping down his chin. Mrs. Hudson giggled as Aveen chuckled and John smiled. "Sherlock, you have," he rolled his eyes and gave up, licking it from his face and kissing the corner of his mouth.

Sherlock smiled through his food and John returned it as their landlady blushed at how adorable they were. Aveen was too distracted with the creamy apples and cinnamon in her mouth as she mumbled something that was incoherent.

But Mrs. Hudson smiled and thanked her for her compliments anyway. Life was good, it was slightly back to normal, and it was fine that way. But it wasn't long before Sherlock was complaining about not having a good case.

They all laughed as Sherlock just shrugged, "What? I'm bored now. John, get me a case?" he begged and John just smiled, kissing his detective.

"Of course," he confirmed and Sherlock grinned, kissing John again…

One more chapter, and I think I'll be spent on this story... But, reviews? Ideas if you wish for me to continue this past chapter twenty?