Brace yourselves dear, wonderful readers, this is it. This is the last chapter of this story, next chapter will be an epilogue. I love you all. (I hope I made Moriarty justice) Sorry for making Astrid a bit mary-suey in this chapter, I didn't mean to, but it was necessary for this chapter to function at all. Love you guys. Don't forget to review. xoxoxo ~ erithwolf
Warnings: Gore, extreme torture, explicit language and character death.
"This will be an interesting night John, we will have sooo much fun, you and I!" Moriarty sang as he got out from the cab and opened the door to let John go out. John reluctantly got out of the car and at the second he got out of it, hard hands gripped his arms and pulled them behind his back. John grunted in pain and someone kicked his legs to make him start walking.
"Just follow me Johnny-boy. We are going to have a wonderful PARTY!" Moriarty giggled, his steps more dancing than walking. "You remember last time we met? We had so funny back then! Today will be muuuch funnier, I tell you!" he twittered. The one that held John pushed him forwards a big, deserted building. John came to the conclusion that this wasn't the same area as before which scared him. If Sherlock was going to help him (if he even was able to) then would he manage to find him in time? John doubted it. They forced him inside the big building through the big entrance and once they came in, John saw that the whole room had nothing but balloons and a big birthday cake in the middle of it. No chairs and no tables, no torture chambers or anything similar. Just a simple birthday party, or what it was supposed to be anyway.
"Put him there." Moriarty said, pointing to a black corner to the man who held John. The man kicked John like he was some horse that needed spurring and throw him down in the corner. The man put a dog muzzle around John's mouth and tied his hands with silver chains before going back to Moriarty. Moriarty laughed insanely at the sight of John.
"Now John... You know... Your little pet won't come back to you. He is at the hospital, dying because you left him, werewolves die when their mates leave them, but of course your little idiot head wouldn't know that." Moriarty giggled and sliced a piece of the chocolate covered cake and put the plate in front of John, then he snarled at the other man. The man went out from the shadows and John could see his face. The other man was much taller than Moriarty, he had platinum blonde hair and a short goatee. He had very sharp facial features with high cheekbones. His eyes flashed in light blue.
"I see you are looking at my Seb..." Moriarty smirked and patted the other man's head.
"He is my precious. Just like Sherly is yours. He is my superhuman... I bit him last full moon, he survived the poison and now he is much stronger than any human alive. He is far stronger than Sherlock too." Moriarty grinned, stroking Sebastian's cheek lovingly. "As I am. Sherlock is just a little wimp in comparison to me." Jim added with a crazy laugh. John thought he sounded like a hyena.
"Sherlock won't come here." John said through the muzzle, he had a hard time moving his mouth and form the right words.
"Oh Johnny, I know he won't. He is too fragile. I will make you mine." Moriarty grinned and squatted down in front of John, cut a piece of the cake with a silver spoon and pushed it through the fences of the muzzle to John's mouth.
"Open." Moriarty demanded, John shook his head.
"Never." he said, the cake reeked of different kinds of poison, if John ate it – he would surely die right on the spot.
"Oooh John. You are so boring, why won't you celebrate this big day? Today is yours and Sherlock's anniversary! You and Sherlock have been together for a year! Isn't that worth celebrating?" Moriarty laughed, flailing with his arms. John's stomach dropped by hearing this news. He had no idea that it was their anniversary today, how could he had forgotten? What had he done?
"Ooooh John, don't give me that sad face." Moriarty said, shaking his head with a sad face and pouting lip. "Of course you wouldn't know! You have been an asshole after all!" Moriarty confirmed. John didn't need to have his confirmation, he knew he had been an asshole and he regretted it so much...
"Now EAT the CAKE and CELEBRATE!" Moriarty shrieked and pushed the spoon with cake inside John's mouth. John was forced to swallow. Nothing special happened to him.
"OH, you thought you were going to DIE, right? WELL, you AREN'T! I am just going to make you MINE! I'm going to make your small mind believe that I'm Sherlock, and therefore we will breed so I can get myself one of those ugly little children too!" Moriarty laughed and continued with feeding John the cake. "Or maybe I will just go to the hospital while you are sleeping here and rip the thing out of Sherlock instead." Moriarty said, pondering and scratching his chin. John frowned at Moriarty saying "thing", Astrid had already been born, hadn't she? Or if... Oh no. John felt like crying. He had really been blind lately, how could he had missed something like that? Sure, he had noticed that Sherlock's belly had grown quite a bit, but he would never had guessed that they were expecting another child. Damn. Fuck. Hell. Devil.
"Ooooh..." Moriarty said excitedly. "So you didn't know? Where have you been lately John?" Jim asked with a playful grin on his lips. "Your fuck buddy back at the hospital is pregnant again." Moriarty grinned and patted John's shoulder comfortingly. John growled angrily at him and turned away so Moriarty couldn't touch him.
"Nooo John, don't give me that face." Moriarty said, shaking his head. Sebastian walked up behind him and put his hands on Moriarty's shoulders.
"Do you want to go to the hospital and kill Sherlock once and for all?" Sebastian asked, his voice cold and empty.
"No no no no no. We will wait here. Wait here until he comes. I will skin him. Cut off part after part of his stupid, ugly-looking, fat body." Moriarty replied, staring at John with black eyes. John wanted to cry. He was so weak. There was nothing he could do against Moriarty. He wished he could have been transformed by Sherlock before all this happened to be able to protect himself, but no – instead he had bashed out like a maniac, leaving Sherlock and his children and then going of to fuck a woman – only to get caught by Moriarty again.
"Do you really think he will come here? He is weak. Close to death." Sebastian murmured, putting his hands in his pockets and took out a cigarette and a cigarette lighter, lighting the cigarette – putting it in his mouth.
"I know he will come here. He will do everything for this Johnny-boy here." Moriarty grinned and kicked John in the ribs. A loud crack. Rib snapped off. John took a sharp breath and tears of pain clouded his vision. "Everything for this weak, pathetic excuse of a human." Moriarty smirked.
"What if Sherlock and his pack comes here? We will become inferior if they do." Sebastian said, troubled.
"Sherlock won't be able to do harm worth a fly, and we can handle them easily Seb, you are a superhuman. The first one in decades. We will be able to do this." Moriarty smirked determined and kissed Sebastian like a wild animal. John wanted to throw up. Their kisses was disgusting. When Moriarty had finished kissing Sebastian, the blonde man's lips were swollen and bloody, though he seemed to like it. A lot. Moriarty turned around, facing John with the silver spoon in his hand. "Eat more John." he demanded and fed John until the army doctor threw up right on the floor.
"No. Eat." Moriarty repeated and fed John his own vomit. John threw up again and Moriarty continued with it. At last, a part of John's mouth had corroded by the amount of vomits.
"You are such a good boy John." Moriarty encouraged and laughed insanely. "Now sleep." Jim said, snapped with his fingers and John fell helplessly down on the floor into darkness.
Sunlight sprinkled through the thin hospital curtains, stroking Sherlock's face softly with warmth. The shape shifter slowly opened his eye, seeing a white roof, hearing devices around him doing their life assuring noises and someone gasping beside him. He turned his face towards the direction where the gasp had come from and saw an exhausted, lightly emaciated Anderson sitting right beside him.
"Sherlock..." the man said, fully relieved with a voice thick of tears. Sherlock's hands got enveloped by Anderson's rough ones. Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, but Anderson shook his head.
"No. Don't say anything. You need to rest. It has been a hard time for you and your body lately..." he whispered and kissed Sherlock's knuckles softly. "You were dead and then you came back alive only to die again..." he said, seemingly hurt by the memories that haunted him. "But I have been here. Me, Molly, Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson. And Dr. Fang. He know about us." Anderson added, shivering slightly.
"Molly? Is she alright?" Sherlock asked with his thoughts and Anderson nodded.
"She is deeply sorry for what she did to you and she wish for your apologize." Anderson whispered, stroking Sherlock's hands carefully before kissing Sherlock's forehead.
"I am glad..." Sherlock said relieved, the stone in his chest easing up a bit. A sudden sharp pain struck Sherlock's stomach.
"My child... Is he or she alright?" he asked painfully and stroke his stomach gently to ease the pain.
"It's alright, though I think it may have become a bit damaged, you were dead a couple of times after all. But it will be alright. I will do everything in my power to heal whatever has been damage when he or she comes out." Anderson assured, not wanting to worry Sherlock again. Sherlock nodded, feeling more relieved than a second ago.
"I didn't mean to hurt it... I just... John... I can't..." Sherlock thought, his mind surrounded by pain and anguish, his body tensing.
"Sherlock, please, take it easy. Don't die on me again. Please." Anderson begged, stroking his hands wildly. Sherlock's wrinkled face eased up, some tears escaping his eyes before he relaxed.
"Astrid? Is she alright?" Sherlock now asked, worried again.
"Astrid is alright, though a bit shaken by everything. She is more intelligent than you know of Sherlock. She have already started speaking." Anderson replied, smiling.
"I am glad..." Sherlock answered again, his face lighting up with a smile.
"Me too. Do you want her to come in?" Anderson asked, Sherlock immediately nodded. Anderson whined loudly to the door and a very happy Astrid came in, running on small legs.
"She can walk?" Sherlock said, staring at Anderson and then at his daughter.
"Yes... I don't know how or why, but it feels like she have been growing a lot during the time you were 'away'. I think we could say that she is around four or five years old now in human years." Anderson said, greeting Astrid with a bright smile.
"Wow... I didn't know werewolf babies could grow so fast." Sherlock said, impressed.
"Me neither, I guess she is one of a kind. Just like you are." he said. Sherlock chuckled slowly. Astrid ran up to him and crawled up in the bed with her red, curly hair bouncing.
"Daddy daddy daddy!" she said, laughing happily and digging her face into Sherlock's neck, putting her tiny arms around Sherlock's upper body.
"Oh Astrid, I love you so much!" Sherlock thought to her, glad that she was alright and shocked by the fact that she was so big already.
"I love you too daddy!" Astrid laughed, kissing on every single spot on Sherlock's face, making the man laugh heartily.
"You are so beautiful... With your red hair and all..." Sherlock murmured, stroking her silky, red hair.
"You are beautiful too daddy!" Astrid smiled, kissing his nose and snuggling close to him. Sherlock sighed contently, flinching a bit by pain when her hands touched his chest. He looked down at his chest and saw big, bright red patches all over it. They looked like some sort of burn marks. He lifted his gaze and looked at Anderson with perked eyebrows.
"What are these?" he asked.
"Burn marks from the defibrillator's... We had to do it and I've tried with every single healing spell I know of, but they won't disappear nor become any better. I hope they will go away in time." Anderson said when he saw Sherlock's questionable look. "Although its weird that your body haven't healed them up by itself... Guess it is because it has been through so much lately." the medic werewolf added.
"Yes..." Sherlock murmured slowly and drew in Astrid's scent in his lungs. So sweet scent she had... He loved it so much. He loved her so much.
"Where is... He?" Sherlock asked after some minutes, hugging Astrid tightly while looking at Anderson.
"I don't know actually. I told you where you were and then I cut off the call. I thought he was going to come here, but... He didn't." Anderson said with a frown on his face, anger bubbling inside of him. "I guess he doesn't care about you anymore Sherlock."
Sherlock frowned sadly and looked down at Astrid. What had he done wrong? Why didn't John want to be with him anymore? Why didn't John want to share his life with him anymore? A weak, tiny voice in Sherlock's mind told him that something had gone wrong, really wrong.
"I think something have gone wrong. I am sure John would have come here if I were to die, I am sure of it. Even though he left me, I know that he would have come here. I know it." Sherlock said, looking sternly at Anderson. The other man shrugged.
"I don't know Sherlock. Think about what he did to you. He almost killed you."
"He didn't know he would kill me..." Sherlock replied, realizing how much he missed John even though they had been apart for what... five, four days?
"That is true, though I wouldn't take him back if I were you." Anderson said, stroking Astrid's head.
"But Anderson... I love him, I love him so deeply. As deep as a ocean, as wide as the universe. I don't want to live without him." Sherlock said with a painful look on his face.
"I know Sherlock..." Anderson sighed. "But you've got to accept the way it is right now... It is not even sure he will come back to you, don't get your hopes up."
"But I can't believe he would ditch me just like that. I don't believe it. He need a better reason than that he needs to rest. I won't believe he have left me until he says it himself. And I know something is wrong right now, I can feel it in my whole being. Something horrible is going down." Sherlock said, stroking Astrid's back.
"What is going on?" Anderson asked with a perked eyebrow. "I can't feel anything."
"That is because you see, but don't observe." Sherlock said, a shiver going through his whole body. Anderson gave him a scared look.
"Okay. I believe you. That shiver wasn't normal." Anderson said worriedly.
"I need to get out of here Anderson. Something horrible is happening to John." Sherlock said, his chest starting to hurt painfully, making it harder for him to breathe.
"I believe you Sherlock, but... Your body is too fragile. You won't be able to go and help him in your state." Anderson said with a troubled face, hugging his hands tightly.
"He is getting tortured! I think it is Moriarty! I need to go, NOW!" Sherlock said with a louder voice inside Anderson's mind, releasing the other man's hands to stroke his hurting chest to try to ease the pain.
"I will go with you, if you need to go there." Anderson said sourly. Molly and Mycroft came in the room.
"We will go with you also." they said and Sherlock nodded approvingly. Astrid shifted at her place close to Sherlock's chest and slowly opened her eyes.
"I will go with you too, daddy." she said with a bright smile. Sherlock's eye got teary.
"Oh sweet darling, I wish you could but it is too dangerous for you. I don't want you to die." Sherlock said softly to her, interlacing his index finger into one of her red locks.
"No daddy. I want to go with you! I need to go with you!" said Astrid determined. Sherlock shook his head.
"No darling, I can't risk your safety."
"You can say what you want daddy, I will go with you!" Astrid said stubbornly. Sherlock got shocked that she was so intelligent already. There was something special about her, alright...
"Let her go if she want to, I will keep an eye on her." Mycroft said.
"Alright then...We need to move now." said Sherlock and carefully got up from the bed. "Have you tracked him or?" Sherlock asked the other wolves and they nodded.
"We did as soon as Anderson whined at us." Mycroft replied and put his arms around Sherlock's shoulder so he wouldn't fall.
"Where is he then?" Sherlock asked.
"In the abandoned sweets factory, Addlestone." Mycroft said, watching Sherlock worriedly as he transformed.
"That far? Okay, then we must move as quickly as possible." Sherlock said, Astrid climbed up on his back but Mycroft stopped her.
"No darling, mount me instead." Mycroft said softly when his transformation was finished and Astrid climbed up on him instead.
"I know a quicker way out of here, we don't want the patients to get scared." Molly said to her pack mates before she transformed as well and the four werewolves followed her without hesitation.
"AAAH NOOO! PLEASE!" John shrieked out in pain as Moriarty pressed the hot iron against his chest for the fifth time.
"I will never stop. This is ENTERTAINING John!" Moriarty laughed and put the iron in the fire again, warming it up until it glowed. He took it out from the fire and pressed it again, on the same spot. John's already burnt skin began to bubble and fizz under the scorching hot iron. John cried out in pain, flailing with his chained arms but to no avail.
"PLEASE, STOP IT!" John sobbed out, his body soon giving up.
"No no no, no." Moriarty giggled frantically and continued with burning his skin, now from head to toe. Soon enough, John's hair started to burn, pieces of burnt hair sank to the floor. The fire singed his scalp. Suddenly, cold fingers gripped one of his toes and excruciating pain exploded from one of his toes.
"One little potato gone, only nine left..." Moriarty laughed, continued with ripping off John's toenails. John slid in and out of consciousness during the torture – when he awoke for what he thought was the eight time, he was coughing blood. Moriarty had started with pulling out his teeth with a pincer.
"Stop... I .. can't.. take it..." John gurgled, blood spluttering out of his mouth, he almost passed out again.
"I will continue with this 'til Sherlock comes, my dear John. OH! Which he did just now. How FUNNY!" Moriarty screamed out, laughing crazily and threw the pincer down on the floor before leaving John in his horrible state. John could see the back of Sebastian before he passed out.
"Prepare yourselves, he is on his way. And he got someone with him." Sherlock thought to his pack as he could smell the raw scent of hatred dancing around them.
The wolves raised their shags and bared their teeth when Moriarty came striding towards them with a taller blonde man behind him.
"Why hello there Sherlock, Molly, Mycroft, Anderson and Astrid. It is so nice to have you here, celebrating Sherlock's and John's anniversary with me!" Moriarty smiled and handed out colorful balloons to each one of them. He tied the balloons around their left front paws. Astrid jumped off Mycroft and hid behind a machine to watch them from a distance.
"I have prepared some cake for each one of you. John have already tasted it and he thought it was so wonderful, his teeth fell off! I hope you will think the same!" Moriarty said, overly excited and jumped up and down. Sherlock let out a loud growl, raising himself on two legs and growling even louder.
"Oh dear Sherlock, you always need to seem so scary, but you know what?" Moriarty giggled, looking at his nails before transforming as well. "You are not scary, at all!" he growled furiously when his transformation was finished. Molly, Moriarty and Anderson loomed up behind Sherlock, their eyes glistening murderously.
"You won't get away this time, you monster!" Molly growled furiously as she started circling around Moriarty and Sebastian.
"I will never forgive you for what you did to Greg Lestrade!" Mycroft snarled, circling around Moriarty but the opposite way.
"You will never be redeemed for what you did to the innocent people and to Lestrade! You will die this day!" Anderson snarled angrily, circling around the evil werewolf, opposite way to Mycroft.
"I will never forgive you for what you did to John and what you are doing to him right now. And I will never forgive you for what you did to Lestrade. Your death sentence has arrived!" Sherlock screamed and with that, the wolf pack attacked Moriarty at the same time, from all directions. Mycroft ripped Moriarty's ears off and held him stuck to the ground with his front legs over his shoulders - Molly closed her jaws around his right, enormous paw – Anderson did the same as Molly but around Moriarty's left paw and Sherlock jumped on top of him with his aim at Moriarty's heart, but a whip from a long tail wrapped around his legs and prevented him to do so. Sherlock turned his head around to see what it was that had trapped him and the sight shocked him. The tigress. Irene. She gave him a large grin before pulling him away from Moriarty with only her tail. Sebastian took this chance to launch his tall body at Molly, forcing her down to the ground - Mary came out of nowhere and took Mycroft by surprise with a loud roar, forcing him to the ground as well. Other werecats came out from nowhere and forced Anderson away from Moriarty, slashing him with their sharp claws. Sherlock tried as quick as he could to get out of Irene's grip which he managed to do. He crushed her tail between his teeth, causing her to yowl out in pain before launching at her and biting through her throat.
"This is for what you did to me!" he screamed to her mind, breaching all of her mind barriers, leaving total emptiness behind. Her body flailed helplessly before it relaxed. She was dead. Sherlock spat out her blood on the ground before looking all over for Moriarty in the chaotic fight between werewolves and werecats. He saw a black silhouette running from the same direction Moriarty had come from and he immediately ran after it without noticing that Astrid went after him on silent steps.
"No Sherlock!" Anderson, Molly and Mycroft screamed after him, but it was too late. He was already on his way after Moriarty. Mycroft finished Mary with ripping the heart out of her body, eating it before he was about to go after Sherlock and Moriarty, but a loud scream of agonize stopped him. He turned around to the direction of the sound and saw Molly lying in a pool of blood with a dead Sebastian over her. Anderson sat beside her, crying bitterly and trying to heal her with his paws – but it was too late. She was already gone.
"Molly Molly Molly Molly!" Anderson's agonized voice echoed through the hall.
Mycroft gritted his teeth in sorrow, deciding that this was not the time to mourn before running after Sherlock.
"John!" Sherlock called out as he saw his everything hanging from the ceiling with. John's unnaturally white body had glowing, fresh burn marks all over it, his face was snow white with dried blood stains around his lips and fresh blood dripped down on the floor from his nail less toes.
"John!" Sherlock screamed again, greeting his lovers mind softly – his mind was sluggish and hazy. A tiny voice that sounded nothing like John greeted him back.
"Sherlock..."
"Yes! It is me! I am here! John I am here!" Sherlock replied quickly, raising himself up from the floor – trying to rip off the silver chains even though they burned his flesh. With a few bites, he managed to rip them off and carefully took John to his arms. He laid John down on the floor next to a stove to keep him warm. He carefully licked John's horrible wounds, crying a little.
"I am here now John. I am here. I won't leave you." he whispered to his lovers mind over and over again.
"You never... left me... I was the one... that left... you..." the-tiny-voice-that-wasn't-John replied.
"It doesn't matter. You are alive... That's all that matters now..." Sherlock whispered lovingly, embracing John's whole being.
"I am... so sorry Sherlock... I don't know... what... happened... I never... meant... to.. leave you..." the voice whispered quieter.
"I knew it... I knew you never meant to leave me... Please, just rest now... I will take care of Moriarty..." Sherlock said to him, puffing his forehead before turning around to meet the black werewolf in front of him.
"What a lovelyyy scene. It warms my heart." Moriarty said, dragging out every word.
"You don't have a heart." Sherlock growled, raising himself up on two legs, Moriarty did the same, sneering while doing so.
"I had one before. But it is indeed gone now." Moriarty said, nodding.
"You will die." Sherlock snarled before attacking Moriarty recklessly, slapping the consulting criminal's cheeks with sharp claws. Moriarty let his face be torn to threads, in fact – he seemed to like it since his face wore a big, Cheshire cat like grin. Sherlock continued with his clawing until his arms needed to rest. Moriarty took his chance and gripped his weak arms, breaking them into pieces and punching Sherlock down on the ground.
"You... Are... Weak." Moriarty said to the wincing Sherlock below him, Moriarty's eyes glinting amber colored. Sherlock desperately kicked Moriarty's ribs, trying to break them, but he couldn't get the aim right since the pain in his arms overwhelmed him, causing his vision to become blurry.
"You won't win over me. I am the stronger of us. You are a weakling, which you will always be." Moriarty's voice stroke Sherlock's mind as he went down to Sherlock's swollen stomach.
"No, not there. Not there." Sherlock thought panicked, stretching his neck as far as he could to harm Moriarty but he couldn't reach him without the help of his arms. He struggled and kicked with his legs but Moriarty didn't take any notice.
"This will be a blast Sherlock. I will take this critter out of you and make it mine, all mine – and I will kill you in the process." Moriarty giggled frantically, pushing one of his sharp claws to the center of Sherlock's already wounded chest, slowly pressing it through the flesh and drawing a line down to his stomach. Sherlock whined loudly out in pain, trying with his whole being to move , but he was so weak, too weak, a weakling, a wimp.
Moriarty penetrated through the muscles and fat with his claw, opening his stomach wide open.
"That is a fine stomach you have there Sherlock. Unfortunately, you won't have anymore use of it." Moriarty snickered, gripping the sack with the baby inside with his paws and ripping it out of Sherlock's body. Blood poured out of Sherlock's guts, his body desperately trying to heal everything up. Moriarty laughed high pitched, strutting around Sherlock's body with the sack in his hands.
"DADDY! BROTHER!" Astrid shrieked as she came out from her hiding, her body as hot as the warmest desert, though she did not understand why. Moriarty turned around to meet her.
"Aww little poor girl." he said to her and hugged the bloody sack to his chest, shaking his head with acted sorrow.
"GIVE ME MY BROTHER BACK!" she shrieked while tears streamed down her small cheeks. Her body emanating such hotness even Moriarty could feel it.
"Why would I?" he sneered and squatted down to the floor, slowly opening the sack, revealing a very tiny baby inside of it.
"He belongs to my daddies and to me!" Astrid screamed, running to him and suddenly, her body exploded in fur and teeth. She had transformed, twelve years too early. Moriarty stared shocked at her.
"This isn't possible!" he said a bit panicked, quickly putting a blanket around the almost dead baby. It hadn't grown sufficiently to be able to live outside Sherlock. "But you are still a wimp, you won't be able to defeat me!" Moriarty said, putting the baby safely beside a newly dead werecat´s still warm body. Astrid jumped over Sherlock's body and off to Moriarty, biting herself stuck on Moriarty's throat. Moriarty laughed loudly.
"Your bites are like mosquito bites!" he said and easily slapped her away, but Astrid didn't give up. She attacked him over and over again- never giving up.
John got out from his unconsciousness, smelling the metallic scent of blood as his numb senses started to wake up. His eyes slowly adjusted themselves to the dark room. The first thing that caught his attention was Sherlock's opened, bloody body lying a short distance from him.
"No... Please..." he thought as he remembered Sherlock's words to him. Then he saw another werewolf lying in an unnatural angle some footsteps away from Sherlock. It was Moriarty. Mycroft was standing over him with something dark red, bloody in his mouth. A heart. Moriarty's heart. Mycroft crushed the heart between his teeth and swallowed it whole. Beside Moriarty's dead body lay Astrid's tiny body, heavily wounded but still breathing. The stone in John's stomach eased up a bit when he realized she was still alive. John took a deep breath, gritted his teeth before starting to drag himself to Sherlock's tranquil body – not minding that dragging himself against the floor opened up every single wound on his body. Mycroft turned his amber gaze to John, but let him be. He whined and Anderson came limping, quickly healing Astrid before walking towards Sherlock. For John, everything went in slow motion and he couldn't hear anything. He finally reached Sherlock's body, sitting up beside it, not minding that the visible guts wobbled a bit when he put Sherlock's furred head on his lap. When Sherlock's head was in John's lap, his body reverted back to human. John moved a strand of dark locks away from Sherlock's alabaster white skin, stroking his soft cheek carefully while tears dripped down on his face. Sherlock slowly opened his left eye, it was completely blank and misty, but John could see that it still had a small sparkle of love and life left. Anderson leaned down beside Sherlock's body, telling something to John that he couldn't hear, his paws glowing red when he started to heal the open wound.
"John... You are here... you are... alive..." Sherlock's deep voice sang in John's head and John nodded, enveloping his hand around Sherlock's while crying bitterly.
"I am. I am alive. And you are too. Together we will stay alive, alright? We will stay alive. Everything will be alright. You, I, Astrid and our baby will continuing on living. We will go home tonight to 221B and sleep in the same bed. Together. As a family. We will drink tea, speak about how everything turned out and cry together with joy since we are still alive. We will watch the news and hear them report about everyone that fought bravely here tonight." John cried to Sherlock's mind. A weak smile played on Sherlock's lips.
"I wish... it could be like that John... But I am... afraid... You have got to... continuing living... without me..." Sherlock whispered, his eyelids starting to flutter.
"NO! You are going to be alive! You are going to stay alive with us! You are not going to leave us!" John shouted, tears flooding down his cheeks.
"I am unable to do so John... I can't... take it... anymore... My body is... too weak... and I am... so tired..." Sherlock replied, his voice weaker by each second.
"Don't fall asleep Sherlock! Don't you dare to fall asleep!" John screamed, desperately holding Sherlock's hand.
"John... There is something... I wish for... before... I... pass..." Sherlock murmured.
"Anything Sherlock, anything." John sobbed, giving Anderson a quick look before returning to look at Sherlock. Anderson's face was beyond exhaustion, he put every bit of his energy to heal Sherlock's broken body.
"Will you marry me?" Sherlock asked, his voice only an almost inaudible whisper.
"Yes... I will marry you. I want to love you and be with you forever... Forever." John replied immediately, hugging his hand hardly.
"I am glad..." Sherlock murmured, his mind leaving John's forever.
John could only pull Sherlock's body in his arms, pressing his lips into curly, dark brown hair, whispering broken apologies and words of love into un-hearing ears, feeling the faint, uneven heartbeat stagger and weaken with each passing moment. He could only wait for the end.