"Sherlock?" Lestrade said over the phone. "It's John. You need to come to the hospital."

Sherlock didn't ask any questions. He dropped what he was doing and got a cab. There was an accident on the way to the hospital and there was no other way to get thorough, so Sherlock got out of the cab and started to run until he passed the traffic and got another cab. Lestrade was waiting for Sherlock at the entrance.

"Where is he?" Sherlock asked.

Lestrade started walking and Sherlock followed behind him. They ended up on the second floor in the surgery waiting room.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked, pacing back and forth.

"He was in a cab on the way back to Baker Street and another car came out of no where, hit the side John was on and killed the driver. He's lucky to be alive."

"You can leave." Sherlock said.

"Text me when he gets out."

Sherlock waved a hand at him and Lestrade left. John was in there for another hour until the doctors finished and put him in another room. Sherlock didn't want to go in because he was the reason why John had left in the first place. They got into a fight, John got mad and left. That ment he either was coming back to apoligize, or to get his stuff.

When John woke up he saw Sherlock pacing back and forth, mumbling things to himself, and hands moving around in the air like he had no control over them.

"Sherlock." John said, but nothing came out. "Sherlock!" John shouted, but it came out horase and weak and he was suprised Sherlock heard it.

Sherlock stopped and looked at John. His left leg was covered in plaster from his foot to under his knee, there was a bandage on his forehead with a red spot, his shirt was off and once he sat up Sherlock saw all the places that were wrapped or had bandages over cuts, his left hand was wrapped up tightly with medical tape, and he had and oxygen tube connected to his nose.

Sherlock ran into the room and hugged John, not to tight though, he was scared he'd hurt him more.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said. "If I didn't yell at you, you wouldn't be here."

"Sherlock, this is not your fault." John said as clear as he could

"Yes it is."

"No, No it isn't." John cupped Sherlock's cheeks. "Look at me Sherlock."

Sherlock looked at him.

"This, is not your fault. Do you understand me?"

Sherlock nodded.

"This was never your fault." John said hoarse again, hugging Sherlock.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Sherlock asked, worried.

"The car caught fire and my lungs have smoke damage."

"That's why you have the oxygen tubes in?"

"Yeah."

Sherlock quickly got up and ran into the halls. He went to the nurses station and asked for John's doctor. She said he was with another patient and he would have to wait. Sherlock waited for thrity minutes before John's doctor came up to him.

"Does John have permant damage to his lungs?" he asked quickly.

"Yes. He won't be able to do any sports, physical activites, nothing."

"Does this effect his life any?"

"Who are you in realtion to Dr. Watson?"

"Boyfriend."

"I don't really want to be the one to tell you this. John has about three months, maybe less. The amount of smoke he inhaled, and the fact that he was right next to the source of fire, there is serious damage to the lungs and I would put him on a transfer list, but the waiting period is about two years, and he doesn't have that long and the operation is extremly difficult."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks. I'd like to take him home as soon as possible."

"You can check him out tomorrow. Make sure he drinks plenty of water."

"Will do." Sherlock walked back to the room John was put in. He started crying the moment he saw John and ran to him, burrying his face into his chest. 

"You know?" John asked.

Sherlock nodded his head.

John held onto Sherlock and tried not to cry, knowing he would get out of breath and something could go wrong. 

Sherlock took his face out of John's chest and looked at him.

John wiped Sherlock's tears away with his tumbs and held his face. "We are not going to treat this like it's the end of my life, ok?" John whispered.

Sherlock nodded.

"I don't care that I only have three months, that doesn't matter. To me I still have a full life time with you."

Sherlock held one of John's hands. "You can leave tomorrow." he said, looking down at John's hand and rubbing it with his thumb. "But I don't want to go back to the flat. Let's go to the country or something, where there's fresh air and clear night skies."

"And the bees," John smiled.

Sherlock smiled, "And the bees."

Lestrade stayed with John while Sherlock went back to the flat. He packed some clothes for the both of them and got every thing that was important. He took a few mintues to cry and once he was done he said bye to Mrs. Hudson and went back to the hospital. John was asleep by the time Sherlock got back to the hospital. Lestrade left and Sherlock took the chance to look for cottages out in the country for him and John.

When John woke up, Sherlock was on his laptop. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Look." Sherlock said, putting the lap top on John's lap. "It's got four acres of land it's a one story, it's got a beautiful patio, and it's got a flower garden, and two bee hives. Two John!"

Johm smiled and looked over every thing. "I like it."

"Really?"

"Let's get it."

Sherlock smiled and kissed John. "I love you."

"I love you too." John set the lap top on the chair Sherlock was just in. He scooted over some and patted the space next to him. Sherlock took his shoes off and laid next to him, nuzzling into John's chest and falling asleep.

In the morning, they left the hospital and drove four hours to the cottage. A realitor met them there and went through every thing they needed to. Once it was theirs, they went out and got some food and some other things to keep them busy.

John sat outside on the patio the rest of the day, watching Sherlock tend to the bees, sipping iced tea. Sherlock would come over and show John parts of the honey comb and tell him everything about it. John went inside and made dinner, while Sherlock put away his bees. Since he couldn't eat a lot of solid food, John made soup. Sherlock had picked some flowers while John was cooking dinner and set them in the vase on the patio table. He got the fairy lights theu had bought and hung them up out side. John tried to carry the food outside, but Sherlock stopped him before he could and did it for him. They sat out side all night and they laid out in the grass together and looked up at the stars.

"Hey, Sherlock?" John asked.

"Yeah?"

"Will you marry me?"

Sherlock sat up quickly and looked at John. "Of course," he smiled and kissed John.

The week after that, they invited a few people (Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, and Molly). After their little wedding, they all went to the cottage and had a small get together. Sherlock showed everyone his bees and was extremly proud of them. He made John a flower crown and John said the only way he'd wear it is if he worn one too, so Sherlock made himself one and they both had flower crowns. They sat out in the flower garden under the great big willow tree where Sherlock had hung fairy lights. Molly had decorated John's oxygen tank holder with flowers and he loved it. Mrs. Hudson got lots of photos of the happy couple and was planning to make them a scrap book.

When John had a doctors appointment, they said his lungs had gotten a little better, and they should keep getting better as long as John kept doing what he was doing.

By the second month, John's lungs got even better. He could breath with out the oxygen for about two and a half hours. The doctors said that he might live a few more months, maybe even the rest of the year. They took walks every day through out their feild and John would pick Sherlock flowers and then give them to him. Every time, Sherlock would put a morning glory behind John's ear. And their nights always ended under the great big willow tree with the fairy lights.

The third month, John could go hours with out his tank. But the next appointment, they doctors had discorved that John had lung cancer, and it was stage three and they couldn't do anything about it.

"Sherlock."

"Yes, love?"

"Show me the bees."

"Of course," Sherlock smiled and got out of his chair. He put his gloves on and opened one of the bee hives, taking a honey comb out. He carried them to John and showed him the bees.

"Tell me about them."

Sherlock began to talk about them and how they were all different. Sherlock tend to his bees while John was writing something. When John started coughing, Sherlock put his bees down and ran into the cottage, getting John's medication for him. After John was fine, he'd go back to his bees.

Sherlock went inside to take a shower and John said he'd be in, in a few minutes. John put all the papers he wrote into a envenlope and wrote Sherlock's name on it. He went inside and set it on the counter, then went to their bedroom. Sherlock asked if John's tank was full, he said it was, but it wasn't.

In the morning Sherlock woke up amd John wasn't breathing. He checked his tank: empty. Sherlock called Lestrade and he said he'd be out there with some paramedics in a bit. Sherlock went into the kitchen and found the letter.

Dear Sherlock, thank you for every thing. Thank you for the amount of love you have given me, every thing you did for me, all the small gifts you had gotten me (the small bees were my favourite), the dates you took me on, and the bees you told me about. Now that I'm gone, I would like to be burried under the willow tree and the blue flowers you would stick behind my ear, planted around me, maybe some pink ones too. I ask of you to stay at the cottage and tend to your bees and not leave them. Find someone new and tell them about your bees. Tell them excatly what you had told me when I asked and give them pop quizes, like you gave me, show them the honey combs, and Queen Martha. I never asked a whole lot from you, but you did so much for me. Thank you Sherlock. I hope you and your bees live a good life. Love, John

Sherlock burried John under the great big willow tree and planted morning glorys and pink dasies around him. Sherlock had bought two more bee hives, but had no one to talk to them about. Every day, he would go for a walk, make a flower crown, and put it on John's grave.

After a few months, Sherlock became know as Mr. Holmes the Bee Keeper. The local school would come and visit and Sherlock would tell them all aboit his bees. One of the teachers, Ms. Dawn, had become found of Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't like Ms. Dawn and told her that he was gay and said they could still be friends. So Ms. Dawn would come over and have tea and listen to Sherlock talk about his bees.

Sherlock tending to his bees went on for history. He got a farm just for the bees and named it Watson's Bees in memory of John. Sometimes, the kids asked about Mr. John and Sherlock would tell them about him. Once Sherlock's years were up, he set all his bees free, but the village had gotten more and re-named the farm, Watson-Holmes Bees of History.

Sherlock was burried next to John and now Sherlock was telling John about his bees while he sipped iced tea.