Here is another chapter. I had no idea it would turn out like this when I started writing it lawl. I hope you will like it... PLEASE REVIEW QuQ~ erithwolf
"Just take it easy John, everything will be alright." Sherlock whispered to John as he helped John to lay down on the simple 'operation' table. In fact, it was the diner table, but Anderson had told them that he used it for operations too which John found a bit disgusting.
"But... I am scared Sherlock..." John whispered between his teeth and giving Sherlock a worried look.
"So... Do you want to be able to walk again or not?" Sherlock asked with a perked eyebrow.
"I want to be able to walk again, but this whole thing is scaring the hell out of me." John sighed.
"I know darling, but if you want to walk again, you got to calm down, otherwise I won't be able to kiss you with this." Sherlock said and waved with the cup with sedatives in front of John's eyes. John grunted worriedly and rolled with his eyes.
"Alrighty then. Shall we begin?" Anderson said as he came into the room, fully clothed with a white robe and doctor's gloves.
"Yeah sure, I just need him to calm down a bit." Sherlock replied to the other man and leaned down and kissed John's cheek.
"Oh, yeah. It's not good if his heart is beating that fast when I begin the operation." Anderson said and stood at the edge of the table with his eyes resting on John.
"S-sorry..." John murmured nervously and gulped. He took a deep breath."Okay... I am ready." he squeaked. Anderson made an approving nod to Sherlock, Sherlock opened the cork to the bottle and filled his mouth with the thick, green liquid before leaning down and kissing John deeply, making the man swallow the disgustingly tasting fluid. Soon enough, John's eyelids began to flutter and in about a minute - he was fully asleep.
With a 'poof' and a snarl, Anderson was now standing at the bedside table in his wolf form. Sherlock bared his teeth.
"If you kill him... Then I will kill you." he growled inside Anderson's head and the man nodded with his big, shaggy head.
"I won't even give him a scratch. I promise." Anderson said before he turned his amber coloured gaze to John's head and put his paws around John's head. His paws started glowing with a worryingly red light, but Sherlock let it be. He went out from the tent and greeted Mrs. Hudson.
"How is the operation going?" she asked anxiously and embracing Sherlock nicely.
"It has just begun, Anderson wasn't sure how long it would take..." Sherlock grunted and returned the embrace.
"Oh dear. I hope everything will go okay..." Mrs. Hudson said and looked at Sherlock with worried eyes.
"I hope so too." Sherlock sighed, sitting down on the ground, Mrs. Hudson joined him.
"Where is Astrid?" she asked after a while.
"She is with Molly. Molly loves to take care of Astrid." Sherlock said with a bright smile. "It's nice to see her thinking of something else than the fact that I'm not her lover..."
"Oh... You are her mate right?" Mrs. Hudson asked and Sherlock nodded.
"I am, though she is not mine obviously. She is... suffering quite a lot by seeing me with John." Sherlock said quietly, looking out over the camp and the now dead bonfire.
"It must be hard for her." Mrs. Hudson said slowly.
"It is. She could have been raging at me right now though she isn't. She accept that John is my mate and she even like my child and plays with it. It makes me happy that she is even able to do that. If someone else had been mating with John, then I wouldn't been too happy about it. I would have fought to death with the other mate to win John. I'm glad Molly didn't do that with me." Sherlock murmured, scribbling things on the ground with a stick.
"I'm glad too. It would have been hard for you to fight with her. You are friends with her and she probably would have started fighting with you at the time when you were pregnant which would have made it harder for you to win the fight. I've read in that book you gave me that werewolves is as most weak when they are pregnant." Mrs. Hudson stated.
"Yes that is true. We are most weak when we are pregnant..." Sherlock murmured, staring at the ground. Mrs. Hudson immediately noticed that something was wrong with Sherlock.
She put her hand on his shoulder and looked at him.
"How are you Sherlock? Something wrong?" she asked, Sherlock's jaws clenched and he turned his gaze to look at her.
"Mrs. Hudson..." he murmured slowly, Hudson nodded. "Yes Sherlock?" she asked a bit anxiously.
"I think... I think I might be pregnant again." Sherlock murmured slowly, his gaze going down to the ground again.
Mrs. Hudson frowned.
"What? How? Already? But you and John haven't had sex now? Or did you?" she said with a slight flush on her cheeks. Sherlock cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing as well.
"Well.. Uhm.. We did... the other night... The night before we went to the healers actually..." Sherlock said quite troubled and shifted at his seat.
"Uh... Nice to know." Mrs. Hudson laughed out. "- but how can you already know you are pregnant? I mean, isn't that quite early since it only was two days ago you had sex last time?" she said, wondering - but Sherlock shook his head.
"No... It is not that early. Werewolves know when they are pregnant and when they aren't." Sherlock replied, scribbling around with the stick. He drew himself, Astrid and John as stick figures.
"But.. Sherlock, what are you going to do with it? I mean... You just got Astrid! And you need to take care of her! And imagine if Moriarty returns, then you will be weaker!" Mrs. Hudson said with an anxious wrinkle on her forehead, clasping her hands together. Sherlock turned his gaze at her and stared at her with one murderous eye.
"I'm not going to have an abortion. And if Moriarty returns, I will kill him." Sherlock growled furiously, getting angry at Mrs Hudson since she had suggested abortion. He would never kill one of his own children. The werewolves was in need of more people with the ability to become wolves.
"S-sorry..." Mrs. Hudson gasped slightly shocked and frightened. "But I don't want you hurt or dead."
"I know you don't. But I won't kill something that me and John have done together." Sherlock answered while putting his arms around his stomach, thinking of the baby inside of him.
"But... How are you going to protect yourself if Moriarty comes back? You know what he did last time... He almost killed John and you! And he killed Lestrade! You don't want him to try doing that again, am I right?" she said worriedly. Sherlock's pride was hurt by Mrs. Hudson thinking he was weak.
"I will be stronger this time, even though I'm with child. I won't let him hurt my family again. Never. He will not lay a finger on them. If he do, then I will gladly kill him because he is getting killed anyway." Sherlock growled, his nails turning into claws by thinking of Moriarty and what he did to John. "And also, I will have Molly, Anderson and the others by my side this time. We will be eight against one." he added though Mrs. Hudson still looked worried.
"Will you tell John about your second child?" she asked, Sherlock shook his head.
"No, not yet." he said and raising up from the ground. "I will go to Molly now and see what they are doing." he said before going away.
"Astrid, look here!" Sherlock could hear Molly's voice echo through his head as he saw the wolf woman running around in a circle in front of the child. Astrid was looking at her with a big smile on her lips, she seemed to like Molly a lot.
"No Astrid, don't eat pine cones! I don't think your daddies will be happy if you do!" Molly said softly when the baby girl picked up a pine cone and eating on it. Molly carefully punched it away from her with her big paw, which made Astrid scared. The baby started crying.
"Oh no no, I'm so sorry Astrid!" Molly said, horrified and slumped down in front of her with her ears pressed against her head. "I didn't mean to make you cry!" Molly said, puffing the baby's chin softly with her nose. Astrid started laughing and clapped her tiny hands.
"That's a good girl! I like it when you are happy Astrid!" Molly said happily and cuddled up beside Molly. Astrid dug her tiny hands into Molly's fur and cuddled close, putting her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes to sleep.
"Oh you are a tired girl.." said Molly lovingly and licked her head.
"It's going good, what I can tell..." Sherlock said softly as he entered the grove.
"It is. She is such a sweet girl! We have had so much fun." Molly replied with a big wolf grin.
"I could tell." Sherlock said, slumping down beside them, giving Astrid a look with deep love and caring. "You are a great baby sitter Molly. I am forever thankful." he added and he could almost see a blush on Molly's face.
"No problems Sherlock. I would do anything for you." she said softly, laid down her big head on her paws while keeping her gaze at Sherlock.
"I know." Sherlock said slowly, looking at his sleeping child.
"I would take a bullet for you. I would jump from a roof for you. I would do anything. Anything for you Sherlock." Molly said, this time her voice was filled with anguish.
"I know Molly. I know." Sherlock replied shortly, he didn't really want to start a fight with her.
"Why... Why won't you feel the same for me?" Molly asked slowly, her voice getting more and more filled with anguish and wrath.
"Because I haven't mated with you Molly..." Sherlock replied, looking at her with one calm eye.
"Why not? I love you Sherlock. I love you so damn much."
"I know Molly... I'm so sorry... but... I can't help that I mated on John." Sherlock said, giving Astrid a brief worried look. Molly's calm face contorted into a threatening mask. She bared her sharp teeth and let out a low growl.
"Why won't you love me Sherlock? Astrid could have been our child!" she growled sorrowfully and raised herself from the ground which caused Astrid to wake up and cry. Sherlock bared his teeth at her and hurried to Astrid, picking her up.
"Molly I don't want to fight with you. Please. Calm yourself." Sherlock begged while trying to comfort his crying baby, but Molly let out a louder snarl from now an open mouth. Her sharp teeth glistened in the dying sunlight.
"Please Molly. We don't need to fight. It is what it is. I don't want to scare Astrid either." he begged, but Molly stubbornly started to walk around him in a circle, growling angrily at him while her shag raised on her back.
"Molly... Please..." Sherlock begged for one last time but the woman didn't give up. Her snarls turned into horrifying snarls. Sherlock shook his head disappointedly, he called out to his servants and they immediately came running. He explained the situation and they took Astrid away. Then he turned around to Molly and let the warmth take complete control over him. He slumped down with a loud thud when his big paws touched the ground.
"Is this what you really want? " Sherlock asked to her and Molly's big head moved up and down.
"I want to see if I can win your heart by fighting with you." Molly replied, whipping angrily with her tail.
"Molly, you won't ever win my heart. My heart belongs to John and John only." Sherlock said, unsure if he really wanted to wound her.
"I don't believe that!" she growled furiously and raised herself up on two legs and Sherlock did the same.
"But it is true, you know everything about this. Why are you denying it?" Sherlock asked. Molly bowed before him.
"Because I don't want to believe it is true." she said before launching at him. He easily avoided her attack by throwing himself to the side, then he attacked her leg, biting through the muscles. Molly let out a loud scream of pain, kicking and flailing to make Sherlock release his grip which he did. He didn't want to wound her too much. She turned around, growling ferociously before clawing over his already blind eye, leaving a big hole after her instead of a dead eyeball. Sherlock whelped, gripping her arms with his paws and forced her down on the ground. There, he closed his jaws around her throat and started chewing through it. Molly screamed by pain and kicked him in the stomach. A cold breeze ran through Sherlock's body as she had kicked him right at where the child was. He let her go and quickly moved away from her, breathing deeply to not whine out in pain. Molly quickly moved up to her feet, not resting a second before attacking Sherlock again. Now it was her time to put Sherlock on the ground. She started to dig her snout through his chest, just as Moriarty had done. Sherlock's chest was still weak and he cried out in pain, struggling under her but apparently, she was too heavy. Images from the horrible night with Moriarty rushed through his head and he started to panic. He let out a loud cry for help and suddenly, Mycroft stood beside him. Sherlock could hear a deep and frightening growl coming from the other man and Molly immediately released Sherlock and subdued beneath Mycroft's authority.
"This is our fight! Don't budge in!" Molly growled though still lying on the ground in front of Mycroft. Sherlock got up from the ground, panting heavily and highly worried about the baby. Mycroft snarled deeply, expanding his lungs with air to look larger than he really was. Molly winced slightly by the authority he radiated and soon enough, her tail ended up being between her legs. She had given up. For now.
"Now, get away." Mycroft snapped with his teeth bared and Molly quickly raised herself up from the ground and ran away. Mycroft turned to Sherlock and cuddled his cheek.
"How are you brother dear?" he whispered softly.
"Good, though a bit weak. She did the same as Moriarty, which distracted me from getting away... Though I think I am too weak. I can't even win a match against a woman. It's bugging me." Sherlock sighed deeply and sat down on the ground, seemingly exhausted. His eye, or what was left of it - hurt like hell too.
"You need to train brother dear. I will help you. You need to be strong. We do not know when Moriarty will strike again." Mycroft murmured softly, nibbling on Sherlock's ear and licking the blood away from his eye.
"I know. But I have a child to take care of. I do not have time to train." Sherlock replied, irritated.
"You will find time."
"How? Molly was Astrid's babysitter and I think she won't return for a while by now." he sighed.
"By Fenrir's tail, Sherlock. Your pack is here, I am sure everyone would be glad to take care of Astrid, and do not forget John." his elder brother replied.
"Fine enough, although Molly was really good with her. I do not understand what happened to her." said Sherlock.
"She is insane by sorrow Sherlock. It is a wonder that she has even be able to take care of Astrid. She is.. a bit like me... Although it goes better now when I have Athena." Mycroft whispered softly.
"I still don't understand why she suddenly attacked me like that. She had had a wonderful day with Astrid." Sherlock said, pondering and started walking back to the camp. He needed to check on John and if Anderson could do anything to stop the bleeding.
"Things isn't always as they seem." Mycroft replied softly, walking beside with his brother.
"I guess not. Where have you been by the way? Didn't see you at the ritual." Sherlock asked.
"I have been spying at Moriarty's spies , as usual. I tried to make it in time, sorry I did not." Mycroft replied and Sherlock nodded.
"Okay."
He wondered if he should tell Mycroft about the second child, but after mulling it over a bit, he decided to wait with that too. Maybe he would get a miscarriage since Molly had hit him quite hard...
Sherlock and Mycroft went into Anderson's tent, this time in human form. Anderson was still sitting at the table with his paws glowing red. He looked exhausted. Sherlock stood beside him and looked worriedly at John.
"How is it going?" he asked. He didn't want to disturb Anderson in his work, but he felt that it was necessary. Anderson didn't even look at him when he replied:
"It is going okay. This was harder than I thought ,although I think it will be alright. He will be able to walk soon, just give me the time needed."
"Alright." Sherlock murmured and started listening to John's heartbeat. It was very unsteady and it worried Sherlock deeply.
"Why is his heartbeat so irregular?" he asked.
"Because his body is under heavy pressure right now. Please Sherlock, go out. I will call on you as soon as I'm finished." and with that Sherlock and Mycroft went out.
When Sherlock was sitting at the camp-fire with a sleeping Astrid in his lap and with a Mycroft leaning on his shoulder, he heard a loud howl from Anderson's tent. He quickly handed the sleeping baby to Mycroft and went to the tent with his heart stuck in his throat.
An exhausted Anderson met him in the doorway.
"Come in, come in." he said sluggishly and Sherlock followed him. The sight that met him made him choke up with tears. John was standing, standing in front of him.
"J-John..." was the only thing he could say. John beamed brightly at him and ran to him with open arms.
"Sherlock..." was the only thing John could say and the two men embraced tightly.
"Now I finally can run beside you..." John whispered softly, his tears of joy wetting Sherlock's cheek.