"No Astrid, don't chew on that cable!" John called out to his daughter as she was starting to chew on a cable to the TV. He ran towards her and picked her up.
"Chew on your teat instead..." John said and gave her, her red teat.
"Her teeth is starting to grow, she is like a puppy. Needs something to chew on all the time." Sherlock murmured from the sofa, he was reading the newspaper.
They had come home two month's after John's surgery, by the time John was training how to walk again, Sherlock was training too with Mycroft. Mycroft had taught him different tactics and bite techniques that would be useful against Moriarty.
"Then we must give her something to chew on... Like a bone or something." John suggested, sinking down on the sofa beside Sherlock.
"A bone? Do you want our daughter to be like a dog?" Sherlock snorted, flipping through the pages of the newspaper.
John grunted and rolled with his eyes, Astrid started poking him in the eyes.
"Stop that Astrid, please." he begged, but the child continued poking him.
"I have no idea what kind of things you give werewolf babies!" John grumbled, now irritated.
"Stop it Astrid!" John growled at her and put her down beside him instead. She started crying bitterly, Sherlock put down the newspaper and lifted her up in her lap.
"Don't cry darling..." he murmured, hiding his growing stomach beneath her. She stopped crying in a matter of seconds. John jealously looked at him.
"She always stop crying when she is with you..." he sighed, picking up the newspaper and flipping through the papers at a fast pace.
"That is because you are always harsh on her... You got to be nice..." Sherlock said while rocking her softly in his lap. She looked at him with smiling eyes and sucked pleasingly on her teat, resting her red head on Sherlock's chest.
"Always harsh? Am I always harsh on her?" John growled with an angry tone, slapping down the newspaper on the cupboard and stared at Sherlock with a hurt gaze.
"Okay, maybe harsh wasn't a good choice of word. But seriously John, you always act irritating around her – of course she doesn't get happy when you act like that." Sherlock stated with perked eyebrows, looking at his lover.
"Since when did you get a child expert?" John spat angrily, quickly getting up from the sofa. Astrid gave him a frightened look.
"John, stop this please. You are scaring our child and you are acting most ridiculous. You have nothing to be angry nor jealous about." Sherlock sighed, but John's face went red by anger and he spat right out on the floor. Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"I am tired of this Sherlock. I am sick of it! I am tired of your whole person Sherlock! I can't take this anymore! I'm leaving!" John called out, totally enraged, then he turned around and went upstairs to pack his bag.
"John? What are you doing?" Sherlock asked, going after him with a now sleeping Astrid in his arms.
"I am leaving Sherlock." John replied, busy with packing his bag.
"You are not leaving me John. You can't leave me. I love you!" Sherlock said horrified and went up to him. "We have a child John! You can't leave us! Imagine if Moriarty goes after you!" he added, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" John snarled and hit Sherlock's hand.
"Please John... What has gotten into you? Please. You can't leave us! I thought you loved me!" Sherlock said, his voice getting thick by the lump that started to harden there.
"I need to REST!" John shouted, threw his clothes, his phone,everything he owned down in the bag before putting it on his back, hurrying down the stairs.
"No John! What are you doing? Don't leave ME!" Sherlock shrieked after him, giving Astrid to a very confused-looking Mrs. Hudson before running after his whole life's love.
"What do you mean by rest? Do you need to get off your work or just take a rest from taking care of Astrid or what is it?" Sherlock asked panicked and gripping the other man's arm to make him stop walking so fast. John shook him off.
"Leave me be Sherlock." was the only thing John said. Sherlock felt his eyes getting filled with tears.
"W-why? Please explain... If there is anything I can do... Please... John..." Sherlock begged, clasping his hand around John's, but John shook his hand off as well.
"No. Leave me be!" John snarled, his eyes brimming with a fuming anger Sherlock never seen before – then he swirled around and started walking away from Sherlock. Sherlock remained standing at the same place where John had left him with his arms around himself for hours. His world was slowly ripping apart in front of him. His mind told him that the ground under him started cracking up, Sherlock suddenly found himself falling down in an eternal darkness with no return. Without John, he was nothing.
"Sherlock? What are you doing here standing only in your sheet?" Anderson's voice said suddenly, waking Sherlock up from his numbness.
"John... Left..." Sherlock whispered, his voice empty.
"What? I can't hear what you're saying Sherlock. You do not look well... Let's go home and see if we can do anything about this, alright?" Anderson said, gripping Sherlock's arm softly and took him home to his house.
"There you go..." Anderson said to Sherlock as he served the taller man a cup of hot tea and scones. Sherlock had not said a word during the entire time he had been at Anderson's house.
"Tell me what's happened." Anderson said softly, putting a plaid around Sherlock's cold body before leaning down in the sofa beside his pack mate and colleague. Sherlock only gave him an empty gaze, then he stared out in nothingness.
"Have something happened to Astrid? Or John?" Anderson asked, now getting a tad bit worried. He sipped at his tea while Sherlock still was staring out in nothing. He didn't utter a word. Anderson shifted troubled at his seat before sending out his mind to Sherlock's mind, but his mind was engulfed by deep sorrow which hindered him from breaching it.
"Okay... I can't reach you by voice nor by mind. Would you please like to send your memories to me?" Anderson asked politely, looking at his pack mate. Sherlock's face features didn't change nor did he move a muscle, but suddenly images of everything that had happened flashed before Anderson's eyes and he immediately understood why Sherlock was acting this way.
"He left you. Your everything left you." Anderson gasped, staring shocked at Sherlock.
Sherlock's face was contorted with mental pain by hearing about him.
"I'm so incredibly sorry Sherlock, I... I don't understand why J... He left you. He didn't have a good reason for doing that in my opinion. Maybe he just need to get a rest." Anderson said, scratching his chin while thinking it over.
"He... said... that... he... wanted... to rest..." Sherlock whispered very slowly, his eyes tearing up.
"Get a rest from what? I don't understand..." Sherlock whispered, brushing his hands over his face. "I love him so much... So deeply. I would have loved him forever..." Sherlock added, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Anderson put his arms around him and put Sherlock's head to his chest, letting him hear his heartbeat.
"Maybe it is not over yet Sherlock. Don't believe it's over. Maybe he just need a rest like he said, maybe he will contact you tomorrow?" Anderson murmured softly while pulling his hands through Sherlock's curls. Sherlock shrugged, now sobbing openly and pushing himself against Anderson's chest, seeking for comfort. Anderson put his arms around him and pulled him tighter.
"I'm here Sherlock... I won't leave you..." Anderson murmured softly, stroking his back. Sherlock cried bitterly for hours, his heart aching terribly by the thought of John and Astrid. How would he be able to look at her again when he would only see John in her.
Anderson handed a napkin to him when the clock had struck 00:00 and when the summer crickets were singing their lullaby outside.
"Dry your tears..." Anderson murmured softly to Sherlock. The taller man accepted the napkin and slowly dried his tears and blew his nose. When he was finished with it, he moved away fro m Anderson's warm body and instead sat right up on the sofa, turning his face towards Anderson.
"Anderson... I can't live without him. He is my whole life. He is my being. I can't breathe without him." Sherlock said, his breath staggered when he spoke.
"Take it easy Sherlock, deep breaths." Anderson begged him but Sherlock's breathing got even more uneven.
"I... won't... live without him... I can't... live without him..." Sherlock panted, his lips slowly turning blue.
"No Sherlock! You must stay alive! You have got to continuing living! You have a child back at 221B which you must stay alive for! And your whole pack! Me? And Mycroft!" Anderson begged with panic in his voice, but Sherlock breathing kept getting more uneven until he stopped breathing completely. His body fell helplessly down on the couch. Anderson instantly started with cardiac and pulmonary resuscitation, but to no avail. Sherlock's body didn't want to go on anymore. Anderson started sobbing as he tried to revive his pack mate, but whatever he tried to do, it did no good. Anderson slumped over him and let out an agonizing cry while his tears soaked Sherlock's clothes.
"Oh Astrid. I wonder where your daddies went..." Mrs. Hudson murmured softly to the child in her lap. Astrid looked up at Mrs. Hudson with big, gray eyes.
"Daddy... Daddy gone..." she said suddenly, Mrs. Hudson's eyes went wide like plates.
"You.. You are talking.. ALREADY?" Mrs. Hudson freaked out and stared at the child in front of her. Astrid looked troubled.
"Daddy gone!" she repeated herself with her a determined look on her face.
"What do you mean daddy gone, sweetheart?" Mrs. Hudson asked and stroke her cheek. Astrid started jumping up and down on her seat.
"Daddy gone, daddy gone!" she repeated over and over again then she started crying uncontrollably.
"Astrid darling, take it easy. None of your daddies are gone, they just fought a little. I'm sure they will come back soon." Mrs. Hudson tried to assure the child, but she kept with her jumping and crying.
"Gone! Gone!" Astrid screamed.
Mrs. Hudson tried to calm her but she continued with crying and screaming until she fell asleep by the exhaustion. Mrs. Hudson put her in bed and anxiously wandered around in the apartment before going to sleep as well, still anxiously thinking of John and Sherlock.
Ugh I'm so sorry this chapter turned out to short and so dramatized but I came across a horrible news today which made me feel like ass, so I blame that for this chapter being so short... So sorry, next one will be longer though. Promise. xoxo ~ erithwolf