The Wayfinder and the Siren (JohnLock AU)

The Hope

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"You're an idiot." John scrambled back as far as he could, his head reeling in confusion. There was a Siren, on his vessel, talking to him, calling him an idiot. "Why, in all the galaxies, are you out in such weather? You could have been killed. Would have been if I hadn't been there." John's hand reached up to feel his O2 collar. It was intact and hummed when he touched it. "I had to re-boot your collar. It died when you fell out of the storm." John stared in disbelief at the Siren, the being was contradicting everything John had ever been taught.

"W-Why- I-I don't-" The Siren sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, flicking his dark tail in irritation.

"I forgot how stupid humans can be."

"Oi! No need to be rude!" The Siren looked at him curiously, shifting forwards and smirking lightly. His eyes were almost silver and seemed to hold the entire galaxy within their depths. "I-I just- I have some- some questions."

"I saved your life, I suppose you're entitled to a few questions."

"How can I understand you?" John could tell by the shock on the Siren's face that he hadn't expected that question. "I know how you saved me. Saw me falling and caught me, hauling me back to my boat. What I don't get is how I can understand you. This collar is basic, not equipped with a translation matrix, so I shouldn't be able to understand you." The Siren grinned dangerously, shifting closer to John.

"Well, it appears I have stumbled upon the only human in this galaxy with an iota of intelligence." John blushed, though he was unsure why. Something about the way this creature spoke to him sent chills along his spine. "I studied your language when I was younger, I'm far from fluent, but I can hold my own."

"Alright, why aren't you trying to seduce me? That's how Sirens kill right? Seduce their victims then have them kill themselves for love?"

"You are well versed in my kind's rituals."

"You're evading the question."

"Fine. I tried, you are immune to my song." John blinked in shock. A human being immune to a Siren song was a myth, only ever heard of in song and stories. "I sang to you before you woke, when your mind was adrift. You should have woken completely under my spell, yet here we are." The Siren pushed himself off the deck of the small Star Sailor, hovering above the metal and watching John with glittering eyes. "You, young human, defy all of the logic I have gathered in my years." John's breath caught in the back of his throat as the creature swam closer to him, their bodies separated by only a few inches.

"I-I don't know your name."

"I don't know yours either."

"John."

"Sherlock." John fought back a giggle at that. A strange name for a strange creature. The creature hovered above him, holding his gaze almost in challenge. John found himself slowly losing himself in the pale eyes of the Siren.

A deafening wail vibrated the air around the boat.

Massive black tentacles wrapped around the vessel, tipping it dangerously and causing John to slide across the deck.

"John-" Sherlock's cry was cut short as one of the tentacles wound tightly around his middle, whipping the Siren off the boat and into deep space. The attacking creature released John's Star Sailor and followed, playing some sort of game as it batted Sherlock through the sky.

John pushed himself to his feet, his instincts kicking back in as he watched the creature kick the Siren through the skies. His people called the massive black thing a Hope, the equivalent of a Kraken from the legends of Old Earth. They were rare and those that did exist were not free, usually enslaved by bounty hunters or leaders of colonies.

John leaped across the boat and forced open one of the crates, pulling out his energy bow and turning it on. It was illegal to kill a Hope, but John could see that Sherlock had been knocked unconscious, and there was no way he could let that beautiful creature die in the arms of a Hope.

He grabbed the mainsail rope, tugging the sail open and pulling the boat into the direction he needed it to go. He knew his technique was risky, leaping from one edge to the other like that, but it was faster and more precise if it was done correctly. And John was known for his precision.

The boat shot through the stars towards the Hope, propelled by disrupted energy waves. John tore off his shirt, the slightly loose fabric catching on the ropes, and tethered himself to the Mast.

When the boat got less than one length away from the creature, John leapt to the very end, his weight pushing the tip of the boat down as he aimed his energy bow. He fired, striking true through the eye of the beast as he pushed off the boat, spinning it around and sending it careening through the skies.

He grabbed Sherlock's thin frame, pulling the unconscious creature close just before the rope attached to his waist was pulled tight and he was jolted away.

As the now-dead Hope fell away, John caught sight of a massive red mark on its middle.

This Hope had belonged to The Spider.