O, Children (слэш)

John had tried to rid himself of pain like this long ago, when he had woken from a fever to hear the airship had gone down and only he and one other man had crawled out of the wreckage alive. It had worked, but it hadn't lasted. Sherlock had kindled a fiery blood in him that roared when he was near, and without him as the catalyst, John Watson was embers.