I listened to "Fix you" by Coldplay during the time I was writing this and I cried so bad. I hope you will like it.
Warnings: Blood.
"Could you feel that?" Sherlock spluttered out to John as the baby inside him kicked. John's eyes went wide, his face lighting up with a bright smile. "Yes!" he said while stroking Sherlock's now swollen belly. "It is our child..." John whispered, his voice filled with indescribable love for the life inside Sherlock. Four months had passed since John came home from the hospital and everything had proceeded well. Sherlock had visited Mycroft in his estate, the man had been broken down to pieces when Sherlock arrived, though his gloomy and dark painted face lit up when he saw Sherlock's growing belly.
"There is a future for us." had Mycroft said. Sherlock had smiled brightly and kissed his brother's forehead.
"It is." had Sherlock replied. Later on the evening, Mycroft had told Sherlock about Lestrade's funeral - how peaceful Lestrade had looked - even in death, how he was dressed in a white Tuxedo and a black bow tie, how his face was rouged so it looked like he was alive, how Lestrade's father had given a speech about his son and how it had effected everyone in the church, even Mycroft himself. Mycroft told Sherlock about when Lestrade was lowered into his grave, and how everyone, one by one threw down white roses over his body and how everyone told him how much they missed him. Sherlock learned that Donovan and Anderson had been there, and the both of them had cried bitterly. When everyone had left him and when the earth covered Lestrade, Mycroft told Sherlock that he had slumped down on his knees in front of the grave, punching the earth, cursing out bitterly to the man underneath it and then suddenly, it was as someone had embraced him. Mycroft had felt Lestrade's arms around him one last time before he disappeared completely. Sherlock found that it was not impossible, since werewolves, or at least their pack, believe in a life after death – where they run over the green fields together with their maker, Fenrir. Sherlock had hugged his brother, telling him that he may come over to 221B whenever he wanted to, Mycroft had nodded and hugged Sherlock back, then Sherlock had been driven home by Athena. Sherlock suspected that Athena was his new mate, but at the same time he doubted it, since there was only one for a werewolf and the one for Mycroft had been Lestrade.
"Sherlock? You hear me?" John asked, interrupting Sherlock's thoughts.
"What John?" Sherlock asked, looking at John with raised eyebrows.
"The baby kicked again." John beamed, Sherlock chuckled at his reaction. Suddenly, John pushed his head to Sherlock's belly.
"Hello there... It's me... Uh... Your second dad." John whispered to his stomach. Sherlock felt his eye become tearful by how John was treating their child. He loved John so much and by seeing him accepting everything for what it was, was better than anything he had wished for.
"You know... I love you a lot..." John murmured, stroking the bulge. Sherlock lay his hand on John's head, digging his fingers through the straws of hair and dried his eye with his other hand.
"I'm sure he or she loves you very much as well John..." Sherlock whispered to John and John looked up at Sherlock with the brightest smile he had ever seen, Sherlock noticed some tears in John's eyes as well.
"Bow down please, so I can give you and our baby a hug..." John said with his voice filled with love and compassion. Sherlock did as he said and John embraced him tightly, leaning his chin on Sherlock's head while closing his eyes.
"I'm so glad that we are able to feel happiness like this, even though I'm crippled, and evn though Lestrade is dead and... Even though life is as it is right now..." he whispered to Sherlock, Sherlock could feel warm droplets of tears drop down on his hair, seeking their way down to his scalp.
"I'm so glad too John, so utterly glad. I could not have wished for more than this. This is all that I have ever wished for, and I am so indescribable happy that we are able to have it this way, even though life is as it is right now as you said..." Sherlock replied, tears of joy and love streaming down his cheeks as well.
"You mean so much to me Sherlock, I don't want anyone else but you." John murmured, his voice thick.
"I don't want anyone else but you too, John. You are my everything..." Sherlock replied, digging his nose into John's soft neck. John chuckled happily then he pulled Sherlock even tighter, sighing pleasantly. They cuddled for a while before John released him.
"Let's go out in town today and do something fun. Watch a film on the cinema maybe?" John suggested, looking at Sherlock.
"Sure, that sounds nice. But... What kind of film are we going to watch?" Sherlock asked, kissing John's cheeks over and over again.
"Stop it, stop it!" John giggled, trying to get Sherlock to stop by holding his wrists.
"I don't know!" John breathed out, giggling all over because Sherlock's kisses tickled him.
"Well then, let's look up what kind of films they are showing right now then..." Sherlock smirked, kissing John a final kiss before rolling him into the living room and placing his laptop in his lap.
"Check which film's they are showing on Empire's homepage John." Sherlock said excited to him and sat comfortable as he could down on the floor beside John's wheel-chair, staring at the laptop's screen.
"Yes yes, wait... Let the thing start up first..." John replied, drumming his fingers impatiently on the armrest.
The computer started up and John launched the internet.
"Okay... So, there is this horror/action film called The woman in black with this guy Daniel Radcliffe that played Harry Potter... and then we have Battle ship with Alexander Skarsgård, you know, the guy that plays this super hot vampire in True Blood?"
"Super hot? What's so hot about him?" Sherlock jealously wondered with his nose wrinkled.
"He is blonde... and from Sweden... And... Young I guess." John said embarrassed, his cheeks going a little red. Sherlock snorted jealously.
"Okay... Continue with the films please." he hissed. John jerked a little by the sudden change of mood, then he continued with gabbling up the films.
"We have Dark Shadows with Johnny Depp as a vampire, funnily enough. Are vampires for real too?" John asked, turning his gaze to Sherlock with a slight teasingly smile on his lips.
"There are vampires, but there aren't many of them. They are pretty much extinct. It has been proven that we werewolves or Homo lupus - a name we go by too, is more suitable in human society than the vampires were. So you can say that we have outrun them." Sherlock explained, playing a simple melody on his violin.
"All right... Well, we have Beauty and the Beast in 3D, 2 days in New York, Get the Gringo (How I spent my summer vacation), The lucky one, The raid: Redemption, Jeff Who lives at home, Even the rain (Tambien la lluvia), Silent house and African Cats." John babbled and Sherlock nodded for each film he said, playing a new tone on his violin for each nod he made.
"What kind of film would you like to see then?" John asked, rolled himself to Sherlock and took his hand in his. Sherlock squeezed his hand back while pondering for a moment.
"I don't know John. You choose." he finally replied.
John bit his lip as he thought, staring at the computer screen.
"None of these films appeal to me really, but I guess we could go with The woman in black, it seems the most interesting." he finally said and Sherlock gave him a nod in agreement.
"Let's go with that one then. Order the tickets for tonight, I'm going to take you out on dinner first." Sherlock smirked and nibbled at John's neck. John let out a scared but giggly laughter when Sherlock nibbled his neck. "Stop it! I'm ticklish!" John giggled and pushed Sherlock away from him.
"Okay okay, well I'm going to take a shower now, do you need help with anything before I shower?" Sherlock wondered, licking John's cheek teasingly and chuckling at his lovers disgusted reaction. John wiped the drool away before answering:
"No I don't need help with anything, I think I will be good here." he said and turned on the TV, the box with the moving images showed some bad teenage film which Sherlock noticed that John seemed to enjoy. He chuckled softly before going into the bathroom, taking off his clothes. He gave his swollen belly a soft pat, smiling at the image before stepping into the shower. When he got out of the shower, he saw John sleeping in his wheel-chair before going into his room and dressing himself. Ten minutes ready, he went into the living room and kissed John's cheek, trying to wake him up.
"Would you like to shower too?" Sherlock murmured softly in his ear, massaging his neck.
"Mmm... yeah... but... just... undress... me and then... I will... do the rest..." John mumbled sleepily, grabbing Sherlock's hand and squeezing it.
"Okay, I will help you." he said softly, rolling John into the bathroom, undressing him before taking him into the shower and helping him to sit down on a stool.
"Here you go." Sherlock said softly and gave him the shower head.
"Thank you..." John answered, still a bit sleepy. "Go now and do something else, I will call you as soon as I'm finished." he said and Sherlock went out from the bathroom.
One hour later, the two men were ready to go. Sherlock took John to an expensive Italian restaurant.
"Here is the menu." a nice looking waitress with long, blonde hair and blue eyes said to Sherlock and John, giving them the menu. John lazily browsed through it, unsure on what to order. Sherlock craved meat as usual so he ordered a blood marinated lamb steak with French fries. John ordered chicken breast with different kind of vegetables. While they were waiting for their food to arrive, John randomly started speaking about what kind of music he liked. Sherlock listened with interest, humming and nodding in the right places.
"I can play you one of your favourite songs on my violin later if you'd like to." Sherlock said while enveloping his hand with John's, looking at him with a look of love across the table.
"Oh that would be lovely." John replied with a bright smile.
"I will do so when we come home..." Sherlock said softly, caressing and squeezing John's hand. John nodded and smiled at him. Some minutes went by and the waitress came back with their drinks and food.
"Here you go." she smiled, winking at Sherlock and putting their plates down at the table.
"Thank you." Sherlock replied carelessly, the only one he cared about was John. The waitress wrinkled her nose in disappointment and John discreetly looked at her with annoyance in his gaze. The waitress went away and Sherlock squeezed John's hand again to catch his attention.
"Don't mind her... You are always the one for me, don't ever doubt that..." he whispered, ruffling John's hair before he started eating.
"I don't doubt you. I just dislike when people look at you like that." John replied, starting to eat his food as well.
"Look at me how?" Sherlock asked, chewing a little on his lamb steak.
"Like this." John sighed and gave Sherlock a hard look filled with lust. Sherlock felt his groin going a little harder when John gave him that look.
"Oh I see... Could you stop staring at me like that? It's driving me crazy." Sherlock said between gritted teeth. John laughed and stopped, returning his gaze into his normal one.
"I'm sorry." he said, and wiped away a tear of laughter escaping through the corner of his eye. Sherlock just smiled at him and ate the rest of his food while John did the same.
The clock struck 21:00, Sherlock paid the bill and rolled John out from the restaurant and went to the Empire cinema on Leicester Square. The two men went into the displaying hall and sat down on their pre-booked seats. During the advertisements, Sherlock tried to lean over John to kiss him, but his stomach was in the way so the kisses turned out clumsily which made John laugh a bit.
"We can kiss later on, when we come home..." John murmured softly to Sherlock and Sherlock nodded.
"Sure, I'm just so excited. This is the first time I'm at cinema with someone I like... I want it to be a special moment." Sherlock whispered to John and kissed his fingers, one by one.
"It's already a special moment, at least for me... I mean, I've never kissed a man in public, and this is the first time I'm at cinema with a man that is not a friend... but something more." John whispered, looking at Sherlock with a cute, though a bit embarrassed look on his face.
Sherlock squeezed his hand and smiled.
"I'm glad you are finding this special..." he said and kissed John's cheek before the lights went of and the film started.
When the movie finally had started to be exciting with some jump scares, Sherlock felt something stirring around in his stomach, then something splashed between his legs and he could feel the metallic and warm scent of blood. He gripped the armrests with sharp claws and growled out when a sudden pain exploded through his stomach. Sweat started to flood out of his pores and he swung his head to where John was.
"J-John.. W-we need to go home...Fast..." he managed to gasp out, every breath he took felt like someone was stabbing him with a chopping knife.
"Sherlock? What is happening?" John whispered with a worried voice.
"I think... something.. is.. happening with... the baby..." Sherlock growled in pain, almost passing out.
"What! No!" John breathed out, horrified and panicked, and turned his gaze around in the room to look for someone from the cinema staff.
"Hurry.. John..." Sherlock breathed out, gripping the armrests even harder and destroying them with his claws.
John couldn't get up and move so he did the first thing he thought of, scream.
"Can someone come over here and help us? My boyfriend is bleeding and I'm paralysed so I can't move!" he screamed out and everyone in the whole hall turned around to look at him.
"I will get someone!" a man around his thirties replied and ran out from the hall to fetch someone from the staff.
"Sherlock... just try to focus and stay awake, okay?" John whispered, still panicked but managing to give in to his doctor role. Sherlock screwed his eyes shut in pain, not being able to talk. John took a firm grip of Sherlock's hands and waited for the man to return. Little by little, the folks in the hall went out with disappointed voices and complaining. He came back in about three minutes, in those three minutes – Sherlock's condition had worsened. The stench of blood was now flowing around in the whole room, seeping through every little hole it could find. Sherlock's breathing was shallow and his face was all glossy with sweat.
"John.. please... hurry to get me home..." Sherlock wheezed, his eyelids fluttering.
"Home? Oh no no no, I'm getting you to a hospital." John replied, his voice cracking up a bit. Sherlock suddenly took a hard grip of his wrist which made John jerk by fear.
"No... John... You need to get me home... and c-call Anderson... Please..." he growled with a stern voice. John instantly nodded, understanding that Sherlock was serious and the man came up to them with a cinema personnel. John explained where to take him and Sherlock, the two other men protested at first but John managed to convince them. The cinema personnel named Joe helped John to his wheel-chair while the man in his thirties named Sam, lifted Sherlock up in his arms. They hurried out of the Empire and hurried to Baker street. When they arrived, Sam lay Sherlock on his bed and positioned John beside the bed while John called Anderson.
"Why Anderson of all people?" John thought while the signals beeped in his ear, he jerked by a sudden growl of pain from Sherlock.
"Anderson." Anderson replied after three or four signals, John wasn't sure.
"Please hurry your way over here, something terrible have happened with Sherlock." he said quickly.
"Roger." Anderson said and cut off the call.
John turned around to Joe and Sam.
"Er... It will be alright now, you can go home. And thank you for all your help." John said without conviction, the two men nodded slightly, still worried when Sherlock roared out in pain but eventually, they made their way out. John gripped Sherlock's trembling hands and stroke away some curls from his face.
"Just stay with me... Please..." he whispered, close to tears when Sherlock looked at him with an empty gaze. Large patches of red blood painted Sherlock's pants and shirt, Sherlock writhed and screamed out in pain when more blood splashed out, this time from his mouth. John let out a loud scream of fear and worry, clasping Sherlock's hand tightly to his chest, then he started to sob uncontrollably.
"Damn you Anderson, hurry!" he sobbed out, stroking Sherlock's sweaty cheek. The door on the ground floor closed and from the doorway came a tired and rough looking Anderson.
"John." he said quickly, then walking up to Sherlock - giving him one look before turning to John.
"This will come unexpected to you, but I'm a member of Sherlock's pack and he need to get to the pack, now, period. He won't survive if he don't go there now." Anderson said in one breath.
"Then let's go!" John roared out, flailing with his arms, not caring about anything but Sherlock and the baby's life.
"Unfortunately, you are not allowed to go with us, our camp is severely supervised and not even the chosen mate may go there." Anderson said, quickly packing things into a bag that came out of nowhere.
"B-but, you can't leave me alone here! I need to go with him!" John sobbed, panic taking over his whole being.
"I have to, you are not allowed to go there. If I come with you, you may get killed. I'm so sorry John, but it is for the best." Anderson said, suddenly having Sherlock in an uncomfortable position over his shoulder.
"NO! ANDERSON! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" John screamed when Anderson rushed down the stairs with Sherlock on his back. John cursed out in anger, panic and sorrow, quickly rolling himself to the stairs and without hesitation, he tumbled down the stairs in his wheel-chair not caring if he got wounded or not, he had to follow Anderson. He landed on the bottom floor with a loud crash, hitting his head hard in the wall.
"Damn... Sherlock!" he tried to scream out, but the scream only went out as a loud whimper. He saw Anderson changing to a wolf before leaving him in a complete mess of wheels and uncontrollable tears. John sobbed out Sherlock's name before he passed out right down on the floor with the wheel-chair lying over him.