A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! Here is another chapter for you!! I kind struggled with this one a bit so I hope you guy like it!! Enjoy <3

Sherlock stayed by John's side, refusing to leave the young man alone for even a moment. He spent his days sitting in the uncomfortable chair by his head, watching him sleeping. He checked the status of his timeline, making sure it wasn't getting shorter than it already was. After a week, the doctors started talking about him never waking. Sherlock had thrown a fit then, nearly destroying the room. His heart was crumbling for the young man lying in the bed. Molly and Gavin visited frequently, even making the effort to try and get John's parents down to see him. Sherlock sat silently in the corner as the boy's family talked to his sleeping form. His father was abusive, that much was obvious, and he was clearly disturbed by Sherlock's presence by John's side.

"He's going to wake up." Molly would tell him, rubbing his back as he mourned over John's body. Even Geoff would try to talk to him, chattering endlessly about school and such things. Sherlock was starting to like the young man, though he would never tell him. It was too fun to bug him.

One day, Mycroft even visited. It led to a fight of epic proportions, Sherlock threatening to kill his brother before Mycroft hit him with his infernal umbrella.

Then John's timeline started to fray. It was subtle at first, but Sherlock noticed immediately. John's body was dying, Fate was taking him and Sherlock couldn't stop her.

"Please Mycroft!"

"Sherlock, there is nothing I can do. I can't restore him if there is nothing to restore. His soul is non-responsive. It will go when time leaves his body."

"Then let me talk to Fate."

"No."

"Please! I can't lose him Mycroft." He begged, not even bothering to hide the tears that fell from his eyes. Even though they were always at odds, Sherlock knew that his older brother could not resist an emotional Sherlock. The older man sighed, pulling himself to his full height and tapping his umbrella against the floor.

"I will see what I can do."

"Thank you, Mycroft."

It was another few days before she showed up. Sherlock felt the new surge of power and stood, turning to face the young woman that entered the room. She was pretty, petite and blond, but she carried herself with a confidence Sherlock had only seen in one person before. She made him uncomfortable, especially when she walked over to John, running her hand along his cheek.

"Fate?"

"Call me Mary. Why are you here Time? Surely you are aware that this young man belongs to me?" Sherlock tensed at her words, John belonged to him. He knew him first, kissed him first.

"Let him go." Mary turned to Sherlock, her pale eyes filled with a somber amusement that sent a spark of fear along Sherlock's spine.

"No."

"Please, I know you don't give up your dead, but-"

"But what? Don't want to lose your little pet? Your brother told me what happened. You're bound to him, and that is bringing up some unfortunate emotions."

"Please, let him go." Sherlock was begging, he wanted John back. He wanted her to leave him alone.

"Why should I, Time? What makes this one any different than Moriarty?" Sherlock felt a flash of frustration at her words. John wasn't Moriarty, he would never hurt Sherlock or any other Entity.

"Please, John wouldn't- I-I trust him." She smiled softly at Sherlock, seeming to see just how much he was hurting. She stepped closer and placed a soft hand on Sherlock's cheek.

"I will set him free-"

"Thank you!"

"-on one condition." Sherlock felt dread pool in his stomach. "You have to break the bond."

"I-I- w-we were going to, but his h-heart-" Sherlock's words were cut off by his own sob.

"You were going to before you touched him outside of time." Sherlock froze, he hadn't thought of that. John had been touched outside of time, the bond was physical now. That's why he was so upset about John not waking up. What was left of his heart shattered, he dropped to his knees, the weight of the bond heavy on his shoulders. "Break the bond with John, and I will give him his life back."

Sherlock nodded, he had to save John. When the bond was broken, John wouldn't be able to see him, or even remember him. He would have to physically remove the bond from John's soul, that would distort his memories. He stood and took John's hand, pulling out his pocket watch.

­"Et conteram in vobis vinculum et liberabo animam meam." He whispered, feeling the distortion in time as he pulled the bond away from John. Every fiber of his being burned as the bond was broken, sending shocks of pain along his spine.

The pain stopped and he was left with an emptiness in his soul.

"It's done." His voice broke and he sat in the nearest chair, breathing heavily. He heard a shuffling and looked up to see Mary standing next to John, her hand on his face. Sherlock watched as the strings of time mended themselves around John. His timeline was still short, and tainted with the colors of Fate, but it was whole again. "Is he free?"

"No." Sherlock felt a burning pain in his stomach.

"You promised!"

"Haven't you heard Time? Fate's a cruel bitch. John Watson belongs to me, and that will not change." With that, she was gone. Sherlock felt his chest tightening as he realized what had just happened. He had lost John to Fate.

The machines started to beep loudly and doctors and nurses filled the room. John's heart had stopped again. Sherlock watched as the people fought to restart John's heart. He could feel his own chest tightening as the minutes passed.

"He's gone. Call it." Sherlock sobbed violently. John was dead, taken by Fate.

"Sherlock." He heard Mycroft's voice behind him, he shook his head, this couldn't be happening. "He's gone Sherlock." He spun around and threw himself against his brother, knocking him against the wall and pinning him there.

"Get him back!"

"You know I can't do that Sherlock! I didn't take him. Fate did."

"Make her give him back!"

"No one controls Fate Sherlock!" Sherlock sobbed and crumbled against the firm chest of his older brother. He was pulled from his grief by the sound of a strangled breath being drawn in behind him.

He turned to see the deep blue eyes of John Watson staring at him from the hospital bed.

"Sherlock?"