John looked positivly wrecked, and it sent a violent shiver of fear bursting through Sherlock's body. He had never, ever seen John so afraid before.

"It's just a vision." He said, wrapping his arms around John and holding him tightly, rocking very slightly back and forth. "It isn't a prediction, or a sure sign of what is to come. She is just playing on your fears."

He held his lover closer to him, running his hand through the sandy hair and gently kissing his sweaty brow. "You may not be strong enough to face her alone right now, but you are not alone. You have me. You will always have me, John. I will never leave your side. You are mine, and I am yours. Forever."