Friday the 13th - A Teen!Sabriel/Destiel/Johnlock/Janto Fan Fiction

The Game Never Ends

John POV

        "Sherlock!! Psst...Sherlock!!" I whisper urgently to Sherlock who lay asleep above me. I swear I heard something, and am hoping I'm not going nuts. I can't believe that things are already turning for the worst - and real camp hasn't even started yet! When no answer sounds from Sherlock above me, I heave a loud and quite annoyed sigh, and rear back, shoving my feet into the mattress above me. If this doesn't wake him up I don't know what will.

        "Mmm, John...what the bloody hell do you want?!" he finally responds with a few grunts, and I roll my eyes.

        "I was going to ask if you heard something a few moments ago, but seeing as I've just woken you, I can guess what your answer will-"

        "Yes, I did actually." he breaks into my rant with his blunt answer and I'm silent for a second or two. I finally let out a frustrated growl and crawl out from under his bunk. I shuffle around to the ladder and climb it a few steps. I reach over and quickly rip his top blanket away from him, exposing his....naked body. His skin shimmers with its unnatural paleness in the dim light of the cabin as his hands immediately run to cover up his funny bits. Even through the darkness I could make out his tomato red blush - like I haven't seen him naked before.

        "JAWN GIVE ME MY-"

        "SHUT UP AND TELL ME I'M NOT CRAZY BECAUSE I KNOW I HEARD SOMETHING THAT WASN'T RIGHT-"

        "I'M SURE IT WAS JUST THE OTHER CAMPERS HAVING AN ORGY OR SOMETHING NOW GIVE ME MY SHEET BACK ITS FUCKING COLD-"

        "SHERLOCK ITS AT LEAST 20 DEGREES (Celsius) NOW ANSWER ME!!!"

        Our whisper/shouting fight comes to an end there when another of the same sound reaches our ears, making them nearly visibly perk up like a cat's. Everything grows eerily quiet and I can hear Sherlock's winded breathing from our whisper argument a few moments ago. The sound we've just heard resembles something of a woman...as if she's in pain. But the only woman on site is...

        "Do you think its-"

        "Perhaps..." Sherlock confirms my thoughts, and I shiver, hoping it isn't. That woman was much too nice to think of any harm coming to her...she was also the only real cook.

        "We should-"

        "Investigate? Exactly my though, John." he finishes my sentence again, and we both offer a shy smile to each other. Mine turns into a grimace when the scream sounds a little closer to our cabin. I look around and find that Jack is still asleep - a miracle too, since he had stayed up most of the night to search. He's been so worried sick about Ianto - I can't blame him. Love is love, and when it's snatched away from you like that it leaves a wound so big it can't be filled by anyone or anything other than what you've lost. I hope I never have to experience that kind of pain...

        Sherlock and I get dressed and prepare ourselves for what we may face. I pull out the pistol he was shooting earlier and reload it, keeping the safety on just in case; something deep in my gut tells me this won't be a 'just in case' scenario. We soon pitter out into the woods around us, a torch in my hand, and the gun in Sherlock's (he has better control - he thinks).

        The cool night air scrapes the back of my neck, making me shiver just as I did when I'd heard the scream. Speaking of, where was she? Perhaps she's....

         Suddenly the familiar scream interrupts my thoughts, making me jump and causing my breath to hitch at the back of my throat. I reach for Sherlock's hand and his finds mine in a flash, his soft skin rubbing against my own, causing a wonderful friction that never seems to get old. He makes me feel alive and I'm already on my toes.