A/N Hello My Lovelies!!! Hope you all are enjoying this story!!! Not sure how many more chapters there is going to be but here is the next one!!! Enjoy<3

Sherlock ran to John's side, catching his head before it could hit the floor.

"What's happening?" He heard Molly ask, she sounded as confused and scared as he was.

"I don't know." His hands were shaking as he tried to take John's pulse. There was none to take. Panic set in, blurring his vison and causing his chest to tighten. He had to calm down, John needed him to be calm.

The air around John was filled with an unmistakable energy, Sherlock's breath becoming visible as the temperature dropped.

"Now, now Brother Dear, I'm sure you can use that oversized brain of yours to figure it out." A new voice cut through the air, sending fear and rage sparking through Sherlock. He looked up to see the tall frame of his older brother leaning on his infernal umbrella.

"No." He whispered, turning his attention back to John, gently tapping his cheek in a vain attempt to wake him.

"He's dead Sherlock. Well, he will be soon enough." Sherlock could hear Molly and John's other friend starting to panic as he fought the tears. He looked back up at his brother, this time noticing the pale form of John's spirit hovering by the taller man.

"Let him go." He growled, feeling the tears finally breaking free from his eyes.

"No."

"Let him go!" Sherlock cried, lunging at his brother, pushing him off balance and forcing him against the wall. If anyone could free John from death it was Death himself.

"I will do no such thing Sherlock. This is for the best."

"What are you saying?" Sherlock was thrown across the room, pain flowering in his back as he connected with the far wall. His body was pinned there, several feet above the ground as Mycroft stalked towards him. The older man looked furious, his face turning red and his body shaking.

"Don't you remember the last time? I won't allow that to happen to you again."

"Please! John's different! Please let him go!"

"Look at his timeline Sherlock! This man has an expiration date!"

"They all do!"

"Not as short as John's!" Sherlock felt his heart break as he looked down at John. The strings of time were starting to fray around him. He only had another minute or so before time left his body entirely, at that point, even Death wouldn't be able to restore him.

"Please Mycroft. Let me have what little time I can with him. He won't hurt me. He isn't Moriarty."

"I am still trying to fight the bonds that man created through you."

"I know. I'm sorry, but please don't take John from me."

"Are you sure about him Sherlock? Can you trust him with your soul?"

"I have never been more sure. Please." Mycroft sighed, releasing Sherlock's body from its place on the wall. He fell to the floor in a heap, his legs giving out when they touched the ground. He scrambled over to John, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his chest.

"I will restore him, but if he hurts you in any way, I will not hesitate to take him. Do you understand Sherlock?"

"Yes, just please, hurry." Mycroft nodded, touching the tip of his umbrella to John's chest. Sherlock could feel the disturbance in the air as John's spirit returned to his body. He felt for a pulse, relief filling him as he could feel the faintest. He looked up to thank his brother, but the man was gone. "Gavin, call an ambulance. Tell them John's heart was stopped for three minutes but is working now." John's friend did as he was told, and Molly came to kneel beside Sherlock.

"Is he responding to any stimulus?" She asked, sounding more confident than Sherlock had imagined she could. He shook his head, pulling his hands away from John's unconscious body to allow the timid girl to check him over.

"You are a med student as well?" He asked, studying her closely for the first time. She nodded, her skilled hands checking his pulse and vitals.

"I'm studying to be a forensic pathologist." Sherlock was impressed, Molly seemed to know what she was doing. "What did he mean by John having an expiration date?" Sherlock felt a weight settle on his shoulders as he looked once more at John's short timeline.

"Nothing important. Mycroft doesn't believe in interacting with the humans, he says its dangerous."

"How was he able to save him? John was dead, even I could see that."

"Mycroft is Death, every body has a limit to how long it can function without a soul. The longest I have seen a body function with out a soul is five minutes. The longer it sits, the more strands of time fray around it. John was at the three-minute mark when Mycroft restored him. Once time separates from the body, it can't be restored by anyone except Fate, and Fate never gives up her dead." The sounds of sirens filled the air, pulling Sherlock from his thoughts. He looked worriedly at John, feeling fear grip his chest as he thought of the frailty of humans.

"He's going to be fine. His body is responding to stimulus, and he is breathing on his own." Molly assured him as they watched Geoff lead in the team of EMTs. She pulled Sherlock out of the way and chattered to the professionals as they surrounded John, trying desperately to help the young man.

Sherlock felt a tightness in his chest, he silently prayed they weren't too late.