And I give you another chapter of mine... I worked a lot with this chapter and it really didn't turn out as I had imagined when I started writing it, oddly enough. But I still think it came out quite well and I hope that you will like it. (: Please review! ~ erithwolf
"John? Dear lord! John, wake up please!" Mrs. Hudson's voice shrieked in John's ear as he opened his eyes.
"Mrs... Mrs. Hudson?" John blubbered, his voice thick and slurry. He tried to raise himself up from the floor, but every limb in his body screamed out in protest.
"John! Oh thank goodness!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed and gripped John's hands to help him up in his wheel-chair.
"Mrs. Hudson... Have you seen Sherlock or Anderson?" he asked panicked as soon as he was back, sitting in his wheel-chair. Mrs. Hudson went away for a moment before coming back with a wet towel in her hands. She pressed the towel against a wound on John's forehead which he had received when he hit the wall earlier.
"No I haven't seen him, I just got back here and I found you on the floor!" Mrs. Hudson replied and put a patch over the wound.
"Damn.." John cursed, clenching the wheels with his hands.
"Why? What happened?" Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly with a frown. John explained everything that happened on the cinema before he had rolled down the stairs to stop Anderson, her face went from happy to sad during the explanation.
"We have to find him!" Mrs. Hudson blurted out as soon as John was finished. "I know Anderson said that we aren't allowed to go there, but if Sherlock is close to death then we need to be with him!" she added.
"But how are we supposed to find him when we don't even know where to look?" John asked, fingering on the patch on his forehead.
"I will call Molly." Mrs Hudson said and went away to the kitchen.
"Molly?" John asked, wheeling after her.
"Yes, I bet Sherlock haven't told you - he is very secretive that man, but she is also a member of his pack." Mrs. Hudson said while she entered the number on her phone.
"Wow, there is a lot he haven't told me..." John said, mostly to himself.
"Molly? Yes, hi. It's Mrs. Hudson. Oh yes, you have heard of it. Well, John and I really want to go to him... ah yes, we know that we aren't allowed but... Yes okay. But Molly, he is Sherlock's mate and I'm sure that Sherlock want to be with... Oh alright then." Mrs. Hudson blabbered and the call ended. John bit his lips and looked at her with a questionable look.
"So? Is she going to help us?" he asked impatiently.
"Yes... She is coming here in about ten minutes." Mrs Hudson said and made a sandwich for John before Molly came in.
"Hello John, hello Mrs. Hudson." she said when she entered the kitchen.
"Hi Molly." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile and Molly smiled back.
John nodded to her.
"Can we get going now?" he asked, devouring his sandwich in one chew.
"Yes yes of course, although we need to be very careful." Molly said, seemingly confused and unsure as always.
"Roger that." John said and they went out to the street only to find, surprisingly enough, a cab waiting for them. They went into it and it drove away.
Streams of blood flooded in front of Sherlock's retina and a child's laughter echoed in his head. John's voice swam around in his head, it kept telling him to stay awake – to not fall asleep while he was burning and screaming inside. Pain exploded in every single bone and muscle on his body, and he just wanted to give up. He couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too big and he was so tired.
"Sherlock... You got to wake up..." Anderson's voice kept telling him.
Sherlock do this, Sherlock do that. It was too much and Sherlock just couldn't take it anymore, he just wanted to continuing on sleeping.
"Sherlock... Wake up..." Anderson's voice repeated itself, Sherlock growling at him, turning around to continuing sleeping. A pair of strong hands gripped his arms, keeping him from turning around.
"No Sherlock. Wake up!" Anderson murmured, now with an angrier and more determined voice. "You won't survive if you don't!" the extremely irritating man added, Sherlock just wanted to slap him.
"For God's sake Anderson, keep your damn mouth shut!" Sherlock roared to the man and hearing a small laughter coming from him. Sherlock instantly opened his eyes when he heard the man laughing.
"What are you laughing about? I want to SLEEP!" he growled and looked at Anderson and then at the very tiny little baby in Anderson's hands, wrapped in some sort of red blanket.
"Say hello to this little darling..." Anderson said softly and Sherlock just stared at it.
"Is that my... No... our... mine and John's... baby...?" he whispered, looking at it with big eyes that started to tear up.
"Yes, it is. Isn't she a beauty?" Anderson murmured, the baby prattled a little.
"B-but... It's too early... She had just been inside me for four months..." Sherlock said, his voice thick with worry.
"It is alright Sherlock, she is a strong little baby... And our healers are watching her constantly." Anderson said, smiling at the baby who gripped his little finger with her small hand.
"Oh I'm glad... So glad..." Sherlock gasped out, near to passing out over all emotions overflowing him.
"It is understandable..." Anderson said. "Don't you want to hold her?" he then asked and Sherlock nodded furiously.
"It is just that I... I'm shocked... All that blood and... Pain and... the fire inside me... I thought I had a miscarriage." Sherlock said with a shaky voice, putting his hands around his head and rocking himself back and forth.
"No, she just wanted to get out a bit earlier than expected..." Anderson said kindly and handed the baby to him gently. Sherlock looked down at the baby while tears crept out of his eyes. "You are so beautiful..." he said quietly, stroking the baby's forehead.
The baby answered him with a cute smile. Sherlock noticed that she had his bright green/blue eyes and John's soft lips, he was sure she would have more similarities to John when she gets older.
"She is a beauty, really..." Anderson said softly, stroking her head. Sherlock nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Is John here?" he then asked, letting the baby suckle on his finger.
"No, I told him to stay at home since he is not allowed to be here after all." Anderson answered and Sherlock gave him a murderous look.
"Why wouldn't he be allowed here?" Sherlock hissed. "He is my mate! Of course he is allowed to be here, especially now when she is born!" he growled loudly, causing the baby to cry.
"Oh no no no, please don't cry..." he begged, trying to comfort her by rocking her a little in his arms. She continued her crying, Anderson tore her away from him and she instantly stopped crying. Sherlock growled angrily at him, not wanting him to have her.
"Stop acting like a spoiled child Sherlock. First off; you know that it is against our Law to let mates come to our camps, second; you need to work on your mood! You are scaring your own child!" Anderson said sternly.
"I don't want you of all people to comfort her! And secondly, I demand that John is allowed here even though it is against our Law. I need to see him and that instant!" Sherlock snarled, taking the baby back to him and pressing her gently against his chest while trying to comfort her.
"Okay then. I will ensure that your order will be obeyed." Anderson said and with that, he went out from the tent, leaving Sherlock and his baby alone.
"Ouch! Stupid trees! Stupid branches!" John growled out as a branch hit him in the face. They were going through a thick forest with a wolf form of Molly in the lead. Her fur was white with brown patches and she had some black spots on her face.
"My butt hurts!" John complained when the wheel-chair struck a stone and Mrs. Hudson chuckled softly at him. "It sure is bumpy here, but I'm sure we are there soon. Trust Molly, she is wise."
John snorted and shook his head in disagreement. Suddenly, Molly was greeted by a brown wolf, it puffed her cheek before turning around to walk away.
"We are here now, and it's okay for you two to be here." Molly's voice said inside John's head, it startled him a bit. It was like a veil had been drawn away when a large field opened right in front of them. The field was adorned with small and large fields, a big totem pole raised itself in the middle of the camp. John gasped by the marvelous sight and looked at Mrs. Hudson only to see that she did the same.
"So this is a werewolf camp..." he murmured, impressed and Mrs. Hudson nodded. She had only read about it in books and never seen it for herself, until now.
"Let's go down the hill. You have someone that is waiting for you." Molly's voice said softly and she went down the hill. John and Mrs. Hudson looked at each other before doing the same.
"Here is yours and Sherlock's tent." Anderson said when they were standing outside a big, yellow tent.
"Nice..." John said. "May I go in?" he then asked.
"Of course." Anderson said and helped John inside the tent.
"I will wait outside." Mrs. Hudson said before they went away, seeming to understand something which John didn't. John shrugged and was rolled into a large room (if tents had rooms) with a bed standing in the middle of it. Sherlock was sitting on the bed, his face calm and filled with some kind of emotion John had never seen him have before, he held something in his arms and John's heart dropped when he understood what it was. He put his hands on the wheels and hurried to Sherlock.
"Sherlock!" he shouted out to his lover, put his arms around Sherlock and the tiny bundle.
"Hello John..." Sherlock murmured softly, kissing John's cheek and smiling at him. "Say hi to our baby..." he whispered and John's thought he was going to faint by happiness. He looked down at the still sleeping baby, tears starting to cloud his vision.
"It's a girl..." John said, giving her small head a gentle stroke.
"It is, funnily enough." Sherlock murmured back, leaning his forehead against John's.
"And we suggested boy names..." John chuckled, tears escaping his eyes. He finally felt more relaxed than he had done in months. The fear when Anderson left him alone had made him exhausted and overstressed, and everything that happened with Moriarty had been tearing against his energy ever since, but now when he saw Baby Holmes and Sherlock safe and sound, he knew everything would be better. At least until Moriarty returned, if he would.
"We did... We have to come up with girl names now..." Sherlock murmured, John thought he seemed somewhat exhausted, probably by the labor – he wasn't sure though. It saddened him that he hadn't been there in time.
"We have... May I hold her?" John asked, giving Sherlock a cute look.
"Of course, why wouldn't you?" Sherlock murmured and handed over the baby to his love.
John sobbed happily when he held her and kissed her tiny cheeks.
"She looks just like you." he murmured to Sherlock, Sherlock chuckled.
"She looks like you too..." he said and kissed John's neck.
"What should we name her?" John wondered, Sherlock curled his arms around John's body, happy to finally have him close.
"I don't know love, what kind of girl names do you like?" he asked sleepily. John pondered for a while before answering:
"Well, I never thought I was going to have a child at this age, nor with a man and nor with a werewolf... But uh... I have always wanted my child, if it was a girl, to be named either Rosalie, Allison, Astrid or Lilly..." John said softly, enjoying the feeling of Sherlock's closeness.
"I like those names... Let's name her Rosalie Astrid Lilly Holmes or Rosalie Astrid Lilly Watson?" Sherlock suggested, almost asleep.
"Well..." John chuckled somewhat nervously. "If we are getting married sometime, then we have to decide her last name. I think we will go by Watson right now, it sounds better than Holmes, not to be rude." John replied.
"You're right.. It do sound better..." Sherlock murmured. "But what should we name her? Do you like Rosalie for a first name or not?"
"I do like Rosalie for a first name but... Lilly and Astrid are beautiful names too... Let's wait for a while. We can call her something else to start with, like Baby Holmes or something." John suggested with a slight laughter and Sherlock nodded, thinking it was a good idea.
"Sure..." Sherlock murmured, sounding asleep now. "Uh yes, before I forget it... Tomorrow, it's going to be this big ritual thing... It is an ancient tradition among us werewolves; each time a newborn has come to our world, we have a day-long ritual for it, which is about to bless the newborn's life and wish and hope that the newborn can continue with the succession our bloodline for generations to come. They haven't done this ritual in 26 years, since I was born in fact. I was the first one in generations to be able to breed." Sherlock explained to John.
"I see... But didn't Moriarty have the gene too?" John asked, slowly rocking the baby in its sleep.
"He did, but none of my pack knew of it..." Sherlock replied and slumped down on the mattress.
"Do you think he will breed with someone any soon?" John asked worriedly and Sherlock shrugged.
"I don't know, it depends on if he have find a mate or not, but it seems like finding a mate isn't something he is striving for, I think he is looking for some sort of companion he can use against us." Sherlock said.
"Okay... What kind of companion?" John asked.
"A companion that can survive our poison."
"So that's why he killed off all those innocent people? To find a companion?" John exclaimed with a frown, the baby shifting uneasily in his arms at the sound of his loud voice.
"Exactly. There isn't many people out there that are able to survive our poison though, so I think he is having quite a hard time now. Especially when Mycroft is keeping his eyes on Moriarty's spies."
"How do you survive the poison? Am I able to do it?" John asked curiously while looking around the room for a teat she could suck on.
"I don't know if you are able to survive, there is only a few that can, since mainly our species is spread by the children we make, not by our poison." Sherlock explained and went down under the blankets, feeling more exhausted than ever.
"I see... If you could, would you make me one of you?" John asked, beaming up when he found something that looked like a teat. He carefully put it in her mouth and then gently lay her down in a crib that was standing next to their bed. Then, he pulled off his shirt and asked Sherlock if he could help him to take off his pants and lay him in the bed, which Sherlock did of course. When they were lying together, John had his head resting on Sherlock's chest.
"I don't know John. I don't think you want to be one of us, even though it is a marvelous feeling to become something more than a human." Sherlock replied after a long while.
"Why wouldn't I want to be one of you? If I could walk, I could run beside you, wouldn't that be nice?" he asked while he listened to Sherlock's steady heartbeat.
"Of course it would be nice, I would love it John. But you can't walk now, you would only be left behind since no one can help a crippled wolf to walk again. But... If you would want to be a werewolf John, however the circumstances is - then of course I would help you to become one. The problem is that the poison may kill you and I don't want you dead." Sherlock said.
"Good to know." John laughed which made Sherlock laugh too.
"Yeah... Well, give a thought love." Sherlock murmured, nibbling a little at his ear which made John giggle.
"I will, though it won't be as fun I think, since I can't walk after all." he sighed and Sherlock hugged him tighter.
"I will ask our healers tomorrow before the ritual if they can do something about your paralysis, it is not certain that they can do anything since you have a brain damage after all, but it wouldn't hurt to ask them."
John's body stiffened a little by hearing this. He would maybe be able to walk again!
"Don't get your hopes up though." Sherlock murmured softly when he heard how John's heart do somersaults in his chest.
"No no, I won't." John replied but Sherlock knew it was too late. He had already gotten his hopes up."I will ask them tomorrow and we will see if they can do anything, okay?" Sherlock whispered and kissed John's head softly.
"Sounds good."
"Let's get some sleep before Baby Holmes wakes up..." Sherlock mumbled and John nodded.
"Yes.." he said, and the two men drifted off to sleep, unknowing of that a dark shadow was watching them...
Okay so now I will be able to write something here which I couldn't do up there ^. I'm having a real hard time to decide name for the baby, I think I will be going with Astrid for her first name but I'm still not sure. Which name do you think is best? Please PM me if you have an opinion! Would be awesome! xx ~erithwolf