In the coming weeks that followed, Sherlock put on several pounds of necessary fat and muscle. His dark hair grew back out to its normal state, Sherlock's skin and hair were also restored. The scars remained, both on his skin and below. The recovery was a long and tedious one.
In many ways, Sherlock would never be the same. But neither was John. The experience had changed them both.
There were many days the detective looked over at his friend John Watson in gratitude. John Watson had saved his life more times than the detective could count. The man had saved Sherlock from himself. John had made Sherlock want to live, to take the pain instead of giving up. The scars that remain reminded Sherlock that he was, in fact, human. John Watson was what kept him human, kept him grounded.
Thank God for John Watson.
Holmes and Watson. To the end of their days.
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Mirrors
FanfictionSherlock has has vanished without a trace. Kidnapped by sinister forces that riles even the vast crime web of the Crime King Moriarty. John is at his wits end trying to track down his best friend. But as the weeks pass, the odds of finding his frien...
