After breakfast, the boys pack bags this time and are loaded up into another mysterious black car that brings them back to the same facility that they were brought to the first time. Everything happens much the same, with them being given hospital gowns to change into and then lay down in their beds.

"Lets hope this works this time." John says as he lays back on the bed, watching Sherlock for a few moments. "And I'll see you in a few hours." He says with a soft smile. "Then we can have that chat." he says before he watches the doctor put the IV into his arm. The doctor in her wants to make sure that the other does it correctly of course.

"Well, I have my doubts about the competency of Mycroft's minions, especially after the last debacle." Sherlock says dryly with a look at the man tending to them. "If this does not work, I think Mycroft should ship you lot off to Antarctica." he decides before he looks over at John for a few moments. "At least your shoulder should remain mostly healed." he offers before offering his arm for the IV to be put in, looking at the ceiling so that he can avoid looking at the needle, and not think about other things that relate to a needle.

John chuckles a little as he feels the drugs start to take effect. "One upside to all of this, I suppose." he says before he sighs a little. "I'll see you in a few hours, Sherlock." he says, words slurred a little before he drifts off to sleep.

"Yes, you will, John." Sherlock says as he glances over, the sedative being administered and he looks up at the scientist for a few moments warily before he drifts off as well, even if he instinctively fights it for a few moments.

Mycroft appears at the door once they're both unconscious, and he looks at the scientist. "You are certain this dose will work?" He asks as he looks at the other man, looking at the two boys.

The scientist nods a little as he looks at Mycroft. "Yes, just as you instructed the serum will return Sherlock to his original age, and return Dr. Watson to an age which should be similar to Sherlock's. I understand your concern, it does seem as if the Doctor keeps your brother in line a bit. Perhaps better for the world that they have as many years together as possible." The man says as he pulls a needle out of a suitcase, putting the blue serum into Sherlock's IV first, and then taking out another to put it in John's, packing everything up and stepping back over to the elder Holmes brother.

"You cannot fathom one tenth of how much Dr. Watson has changed Sherlock for the better since their association began." Mycroft says as he looks at the middle-aged man in a lab coat next to him, watching the two boys for a few moments. "In a way, I will miss their youth. It reminded me of a time when Sherlock and I were not so at odds." He says with a slightly sad note to his tone. "Perhaps we can build upon the new foundation we have built." he says before he turns to the door as the bodies of both men start to twitch slightly. "Shall we get something to eat while we wait?" He offers in a slightly more jovial tone.

"Of course, Mr. Holmes." The scientist says as he gives one last look at the others, telling one of his assistants to keep an eye on the two men and he'll be in his office, fairly sure that the elder Holmes brother already has something planned as far as food that does not involve leaving the facility. If he has learned anything during this incident it is that the very powerful man next to him is much more emotional than he might want to let on, he feels much more affection for his family and those he has taken in as a part of his family such as his younger brother and Dr. Watson, even if the former solider might not know it or understand it.

Hours later the sedatives start to wear off, both boys having been given haircuts and shaves though Sherlock's hair was cut longer, the same as he had it before all of this started. So they are pretty much their normal selves when they wake up, with John drifting out of the sedatives first since he has a higher immunity to the particular one they used, as he was given that a great deal when he was recovering from his shoulder wound. Slowly, he stretches as much as he can, removing the IV from his arm with a small frown before he looks down at himself, patting himself and smiling as he realizes that he is in his adult body, sitting up slowly and rubbing a hand through his hair as he looks around groggily.

It's not long before Sherlock starts to slip into consciousness as well, though he merely opens his eyes and glances around for a moment. Like John, he removes the needle from his arm and then sits up slowly. "Well, it seems it was a success." he says as he looks down at himself, pressing his hands to his chest for a moment before he looks over at John, frowning for a few moments. "Well, mostly a success." he says thoughtfully as he looks at his friend, who is an adult to be sure, but he appears to be younger than he was.

"What do you mean?" John asks before he gets up, wobbling a moment before he turns to head to the bathroom, looking at himself and staring a bit. "Blimey. I look about ten years younger." He says before he shakes his head, looking over at Sherlock. "We look about the same age, now.." he says in confusion as he looks at Sherlock. "Yeah, because that's not going to raise ANY eyebrows.." The doctor points out with some sarcasm, sounding a little amused.

Rolling his eyes a little as he gets up as well, Sherlock watches John. "It's easily explained. Our trip to America did you good apparently, a bit of hair dye and some product would have taken years off your appearance." He states in his usual calm fashion. "Well, then.. we had better get dressed, I am sure my brother will be by shortly to check on our progress. He always has rather interesting timing." he notes as he goes over to grab his bag and take it off to the bathroom, claiming it and leaving John the rest of the room which is a bit less private.

Thankfully the doctor is used to not having privacy and dressing quickly and it doesn't take him long to get into most of his clothes, examining his shoulder and the small scar that still remains and the light ache that is still in that shoulder, before he puts his shirts on and runs a hand through his hair. There's no mirror so he has no idea what his hair looks like or anything. After that he merely packs his old clothes up in his bag and waits for his friend to get out of the bathroom.

And of course when Sherlock steps out, he looks as dashing as ever, fixing his collar and running a hand through his curls. He chose the damned plum shirt that looks amazing on him and against his pale skin, his curls a little damp around the edges now but a little more orderly than before. Casually, the detective buttons the front of his jacket and looks over at John with a slight smile. "There, we are back to how we should be." he says with a nod of his head.

Knowing that he's allowed now and unable to really help himself, John walks over to the brunette and reaches a hand up, curling it around the back of his neck before pulling him down to kiss him soundly, keeping one hand buried in the curls behind his neck. Finally releasing him, the doctor smirks a little as he smoothes down the curls he mussed gently. "I wanted to do that almost every time you wear that bloody shirt." He mutters as he steps back and looks him over.

Eyebrows going up after the kiss, Sherlock looks at John curiously for a few moments, running a hand through his hair and straightening his jacket. "It seems we most definitely have to talk afterall, John." he says with a slightly amused, impish look on his face.

Of course, just then is when Mycroft chooses to enter the room and he looks between them for a few moments. "Well, it seems that you are back to normal. I am sure Dr. Watson can examine both of you thoroughly and give you a clean bill of health. There's a car waiting for you outside to take you back to Baker Street. I will come to see you tomorrow." He says before he steps aside, leaning on his umbrella ever so slightly as he looks at the two.

Since he doesn't seem to comment on it, John keeps his newfound youth to himself for now, or at least doesn't comment on it, nodding as he picks up his bag and steps out of the room. Once they're both in the elevator going upstairs, he takes a bit of a chance and takes Sherlock's hand in his own. "We definitely need to talk." he says as he stares up at the ticking numbers on the elevator.

"Lets try to make it back to Baker Street before you let your hormones overwhelm you, John." Sherlock says casually as he watches the numbers as well, even if he closes his hand around John's and gives the doctor's hand a small squeeze.

A small smirk comes from the blonde and he nods. "Of course, because it's MY hormones we need to worry about. Well, Sherlock, as you would say, let the car drive quickly, the Game Is On."

And.. that's all folks! :D I seem to be doing this a lot, leaving stories open for a sequel. Whether or not I will write the sequels is still up in the air, I have so many new ideas I am working on, but they will not be posted until I finish one of my others. It seems to work best when I stick to 2 active stories at a time, and no more. Thank you to everyone who has been following this story and leaving such lovely reviews. :) You all are wonderful, and I hope that you check out my other stuff!

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