Hey, sorry for the crazy long wait. Unfortunately the next chapter won't be up any time soon. I've been dealing with some personal issues so I haven't had time for writing. I apologize for the wait and I hope you guys like this chapter.

"I can't believe this!"

"Mary, calm down."

"Actually, I take that back, I totally believe this! This is so like you!"

"Would you stop spazzing out for a minute so I can talk to you?"

"No!"

John heaved a great sigh as he watched Mary walk from the far corner of the room to him and then back again. She'd been doing so for almost twenty minutes and it was beginning to wear on his patience.

Mary had known the instant John had walked into the room that he'd bonded, and she knew who with. She definitely wasn't pleased and she wasn't the only one.

There was a long line of people ready to get on board Mary's tirade, though they were silent at the moment.

Mycroft had his suspicions upon their arrival, suspicions that were confirmed by the loud gasp Mary had emitted. He'd advised Sherlock against mating; he'd thought it too dangerous. His warning had fallen on deaf ears once again.

John could have saved him his breath; Sherlock rarely took his brother's advice.

Harriet-who John still wasn't sure belonged there-had been thrown to be sure. She wasn't one of Sherlock's fans (granted that was a short list of people, even shorter if psychopaths were removed), but at the very least she was taking the news better than Mary.

Mary was certainly the loudest protester and John couldn't argue that she seemed to be the angriest.

However, John knew that there was someone who was angrier than all of them combined, which might have come as a shock to most.

Sherlock had been the most upset by the bond.

At first John thought that the bond had gone wrong, that Sherlock was suffering from some soul related injury. Only as John questioned and inspected Sherlock he soon realized there was a less life threatening reason for his frustration.

John had been asleep for a total of twenty-eight hours.

In all his years John had never heard of a mating ritual causing that long of a black out.

Sherlock was understandably shaken and was convinced that the bond was only for two werewolves; humans weren't meant to be bonded. He blamed himself for any harm that came to John in the process, which was a little ridiculous given John was a consenting adult.

When it came down to it there were three opinions being formed about John and Sherlock's bond in that room as they prepared to invade Moriarty's new site. There were the people who didn't care, which were all of the people John didn't know. There were the people for it, which was John. Then there were the people who were opposed to it, everyone else in the room.

To be fair none of them could see things the way he could. None of them could feel what it was like to have their soul intertwined with Sherlock Holmes. All of his nerves were tingling from the new sensations. John could feel Sherlock's heart beat as if it were beating next to his own. He could sense every mood Sherlock was in and feel the emotions surrounding him. Without looking John could say Sherlock's exact location from intuition alone. All of that paled in comparison to the way it felt to have his soul stretched and merged into Sherlock's. It was as though he'd been walking around with only half a soul and had finally found the missing half. He wondered if Sherlock felt the same.

Sherlock had refused to answer any questions about how the bond had affected him beyond an aggravated 'barely'.

At the moment John was desperately trying to get everyone to focus on the task at hand just long enough to finally save the poor sods trapped inside Moriarty's facility. He wasn't having much luck.

"When that ape called me up I thought that this was it, you were finally going to see him for what he is. A liar! Not your bloody mate!" Mary hollered as she drew close to John once again.

John pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed in deep. "Can we talk about this another time, please? We've wasted enough time without standing here arguing about something I couldn't change even if I wanted to," John complained and received a few huffs in agreement from the crowd Mary had brought along. He'd assumed they'd be more riled up at the sight of a bonded human/werewolf couple. John tried not to get too hopeful about their neutral responses.

"No, I can't just let this drop. You bonded yourself to a human sociopath!" Mary ranted loudly and threw her hands into the air. "I mean it's not bad enough that you mated with a human who can't even understand the definition of trust, but you had to make it this one?" She continued and moved directly in front of John. "I knew the second you moved in with him nothing good was going to come of it. You're so gullible! You've let your misguided sense of equality lead you to believe you could have a relationship with a human that holds any meaning. You let him draw you in and gain your trust. Now he owns you John, he owns you and there is nothing I can do for you, nothing that anyone can do for you. You might be better off if you didn't make it back from this fight," Mary finished with a tight-lipped frown.

Sherlock surged forward and placed a protective hand on John's shoulder. "If John doesn't make it back then you better hope that you don't either," He threatened 's words

John ignored his shock towards what Mary had said in favor of neutralizing the second outburst in the making. "I don't need your approval Mary, I need your help. Now are you going to help me save those people or are you going to yell at me some more?" He asked warily and did his best to act as though Mary's disapproval meant nothing to him.

Mary nodded stiffly and stepped away. "Fine, lets get this over with. We've waited long enough, but don't think any of this will change anything. After this we're done, do you understand?" Mary sneered.

"Fine," John spat bitterly. Mary might have been the most stubborn person he'd ever met, but for some reason it didn't make the thought of losing her a second time any easier.

"Everyone, let's change and get a move on," John called out to the rest of their group.

Quickly the werewolves removed their clothing, some with more care than others, and began to change. Their bones twisted and snapped as they changed into their wolf forms. Many of them made howling noises as the change came to a close and many shook themselves out.

John felt his senses become more focused and was aware that Sherlock was staring at him. He turned to face the detective and studied him carefully. It was odd to be in wolf form with his new bond. He could feel everything with more intensity and it was a bit overwhelming. It would take getting used to, but John was sure he could manage.

Sherlock looked thrown as well. His eyes were wide and there was a strange half smile forming on his face as he observed John's wolf form. He moved closer and placed a hesitant hand on John's chest. His pupils dilated ever so slightly as his fingers wove through John's fur and he soaked in John's wolf form.

John lowered his head and allowed Sherlock to examine his face and run his hands through his fur. When he felt it went on long enough he lifted his head and pressed his nose to Sherlock's cheek. He hoped that would do for a goodbye.

Sherlock looked pensive but nodded and patted John's head. "Be careful," He whispered and placed a discreet kiss on John's forehead.