Some how Sherlock managed to steer John out of the construction site and gently helped him sit down against the temporary walls. The doctor was still in a state of shock at what he'd done and barely noticed they'd moved at all.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked, John nodded dumbly.

"I'm going to call Mycroft." Sherlock informed him slowly as if he were afraid John was in shock. Actually, it wasn't a thought without cause.

He could hear Mycroft yelling at Sherlock through the phone and he couldn't help but chuckle. It had been a long time since something so ordinary as an argument between the brothers had happened. Shakily he got to his feet, stumbling slightly, now he was beginning to feel the effects or the battle on him, the lightning had made him more than a little sore.

"Sherlock let me look at you." John offered, "That cut on your forehead is still bleeding and you took more hits than I did."

"I'm fine. Heal yourself."

"No come here." John demanded.

Sherlock sighed, John didn't often win fight but when he was determined there was no stopping him. Especially when it came to injuries. John quickly began working on the cut until it had fully disappeared, though the blood already spilt still stained the detectives pale skin. He then worked on the various burns left by Irene's lightning. Only after he was satisfied did the doctor begin working on himself.

"Mycroft is sending a car for us." Sherlock said quietly, "And a clean up crew for her."

John flinched involuntarily.

"It's okay you know, she would of just kept coming after us. She had to die." Sherlock continued.

"I know." John replied not looking Sherlock in the eye.

"You've killed before and not acted this way." Sherlock's eyebrows knotted together in confusion before he turned away slightly, looking annoyed.

"Did you care for her a little?" He asked bitterly.

"No!" John yelled, furious that Sherlock would even suggest such a thing, "I hated her!"

"Then why are you acting so illogical?" Sherlock snapped, "You must have cared for her in some extreme, perhaps you regret killing her."

"No, she needed to die, I just regret, loosing it like that." John said quietly, "I caused unnecessary pain…and liked it."

"Everybody losses their cool once in a while John." Sherlock sighed, "We need to rest. Come on the car is here."

-oOo-

John had never been so happy to see Baker Street, the first few minutes after arriving he spent simply looking around the living area, running his fingers along all the little things that had remained the same. Sherlock had even left his coffee mug on the table from weeks ago, before he'd become bed ridden.

"I've really missed you." Sherlock said after a few minutes.

"I missed you too." John smiled, the first proper smile he'd had in a while, "Baker Street too."

Though the danger was over John couldn't help but feel there was a cloud hanging over them, like they weren't really free at all.

"The other Alpha's are dead." Sherlock said after a moment.

"What?" John spun round to face him fully in shock.

"Mycroft looked into it, most of them died before we met again, no self preservation."

"Nothing to live for?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Irene was the last, unless you count Mycroft and myself." Sherlock confirmed, "We're the only pair that survived."

"Last of our kind." John breathed.

Again Sherlock nodded.

For some reason this made John laugh, pure relief was bubbling up in his chest until somehow he was bent over leaning on his knees trying to stop the laughter but failing miserably. Soon Sherlock joined him until they both collapsed on the couch giggling.

Once they finally got control of themselves both found they didn't want to move. So John grabbed the blanket that usually hung over the back of the couch and threw it over them.

"We'll need to get that dye out of your hair tomorrow." Sherlock murmured. "Dark brown doesn't suit you."

John chuckled.

Happily to the snuggled down against the cushions to sleep, peacefully, for the first time in weeks.

-oOo-

"I hear Lestrade's calling the freak in." Dimmock sighed handing off a cup of coffee to Sally.

"We really should be a little kinder to him." Sally sighed, "Since John died he seems to, hollow."

Dimmock made a face.

"Hey, I'm not saying I like him!" Sally defended, "Just that I'd hate to push him off the edge. I may not like the guy but I don't want to find his body overdosed in some alley."

"As if I would ever be that clumsy." Scoffed a baritone behind them.

Both officers jumped to find the intimidating figure of Sherlock Holmes standing behind them.

"Now, Sherlock." John sighed, "Don't start aggravating people before we've even gotten the case file."

"John!" Sally gaped, "You're alive!"

"Of course I'm alive." John scoffed, "Sherlock did you tell them I was dead?"

"No." Sherlock scoffed, "I simply didn't wish to speak about you while you were…away."

"Away?" Dimmock asked.

"Mycroft found some clinic in a high end part of Paris that had an experimental treatment that could work on me." John 'explained', "I've been there for weeks, only got home last night."

"I honestly have no idea where that rumour came from, about you dying." Lestrade spoke as he joined the group, "But how about you don't get sick again, he's too much of a handful without you to mind him."

"I do not need a minder!" Sherlock snapped, "I came here for a case do you have one or not?"

"Maybe." Lestrade gave a teasing smile holding out the folder, but just out of Sherlock's reach.

"Give it!" Sherlock ordered reaching for it.

John laughed as the two then proceeded to chase one another over a desk in an odd game of 'keepings off'.

"John! What's the point if you don't help me! Get the file!" Sherlock yelled.

John laughed.

All was well.

Tada! I've had that planned for ages! Woho! This series is over I'm afraid I only planned two stories but I'm glad you all enjoyed it!