The Wayfinder and the Siren (JohnLock AU)

The Spider

A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! Here is another chapter!!! Hope you are enjoying this story!! Enjoy<3

"John! John please listen to me!" Sherlock fought with the screaming man, trying to pull him out of whatever spell the Spider's ship had him under. "John please! I can't sail this ship, you need to listen to me!" The wail of The Spider's ship increased, and John screamed louder, his nails digging bloody furrows into his skin.

"Sherlock!" The haunting voice of The Spider filled Sherlock's head, splitting his mind painfully. His legs burned where the mark should have been, and he pulled at John's wrists.

"John! Please! Listen to my voice!"

"He can't hear you. I'm going to make him tear his pretty little brains out through his ears."

"John!"

"You shouldn't have run Sherlock. I'm going to tear you apart, after you watch your little human pet tear himself apart that is." John's voice was breaking and Sherlock could see that his friend didn't have too much longer.

He clenched his jaw and pulled out John's Video Caller, dialing Mike and praying the other man would answer.

"John?" Mike's face appeared before Sherlock, tight with concern. "What the hell? Where's John?"

"Mike, I need your help."

"What happened? Where's John?"

"He is going to die if I don't get us out of here. Please Mike, I know you don't trust me, but John is on the verge of clawing his brains out." Sherlock pointed the camera to John, showing Mike the damage the other man was doing to himself. "Please Mike, he is going to kill himself."

"What do you need?"

"How do I switch the boat to automatic?"

"You can't, not without the tools."

"Then how do I sail?"

"I don't know how to sail like John does-"

"Damn it Mike!"

"But you can activate the exterior shield." Sherlock tossed the Video Caller back to the deck, trying once again to stop John's fingers from tearing the skin.

The Spider's ship was looming closer.

"How?"

"Grab John's Tablet and turn it on." Sherlock followed the instructions, ignoring the blood that coated his hands and smudged over the Tablet screen. "I'm going to hack into his mainframe and override the system. Once the shield is up it should block out whatever is doing that to John. He can help you from there." Sherlock nodded and returned to trying to stop John. His head started aching again as The Spider's voice started humming in his ear.

"It's too late!" The voice echoed through his mind, his eyes filling with tears at the pain.

"Sherlock! There should be a command on the tablet, hit confirm. Now!" Sherlock scrambled to obey, blinking through the tears as his skull felt as though it was being shredded.

Suddenly, the air was blissfully silent.

Sherlock blinked rapidly, the pain in his head fading.

"Sherlock? Talk to me man, did it work?" Mike's voice filled the silence, pulling Sherlock from the fog of pain.

"Yes, yes, it worked." Sherlock pulled John close, tugging his now-still hands from his face. "John's injured but alive."

"Get him out of there. I'll try to slow The Spider down, just keep John alive."

"Thank you, Mike." John's friend nodded, his image blinking from sight.

"S-Sher-Sherlock-" The Siren breathed a sigh of relief and pulled John close, taking care not to touch the open wounds on his scalp. "W-What the-"

"I will explain everything later, but first I need you to tell me how to sail this damned ship." John blinked, blood flowing steadily into his eyes. "John, please. We are running out of time-"

"Shit!" John suddenly leapt to his feet, pushing Sherlock aside and grabbing the rope. He swung around pulled the sail tight, jumping to the end of the boat and propelling the ship forward. "Sherlock, pull that tarp off the side and hit the green button." Sherlock scrambled to obey, tugging at the tarp, revealing a panel covered with buttons.

"What the hell-"

"Questions later! Green button, now!" Sherlock slammed his fist down onto the only green button, yelping in shock as the small Star Sailor shot forward. "Hang on Gorgeous!" John leapt to the side of the boat and spun it, sending the ship careening past The Spider's ship, shooting away into the empty space.

The Spider had a fast ship, but John's little vessel was smaller and quickly outran the massive boat.

John set the sail and secured the line before slumping against the side of the boat. The blood had stopped flowing a while back, but the wounds were still open.

"I-I need to fix your head-"

"Grab my Med Kit. There is a Sonic Set in there. I can repair the damage with it." John's voice was curt and he avoided Sherlock's gaze.

"You're angry." John met his eyes, and Sherlock could see the pain and anger there.

"Bloody genius, you are." Sherlock found John's Kit and slid it over to him, keeping his distance. He sat against the far side of the boat and watched as John struggled with the Sonic Kit. His finger slipped, the skin tearing on an exposed scalpel. Sherlock hurried to his side as John cursed, covering his hand and wincing.

Sherlock grabbed John's hand and looked at the wound, picking up the Sonic Scanner.

"What setting?"

"I don't need your help-"

"What setting, John?" John sighed, not meeting Sherlock's eyes.

"Eighty-six for minor wounds, one-twenty-two for anything worse." Sherlock nodded and set about repairing the damage.

They were silent aside from the occasional hiss of pain from John as the muscles repaired themselves.

"How did he do that?" John eventually asked, his voice soft and wavering. He still wouldn't make eye contact, and Sherlock suddenly understood what was wrong.

"It's his twisted version of a Siren Song. Forces your mind to relive every terrible memory you have all at once, then penetrates your brain with a note that makes your mind devour itself." John pulled his knees tight against his chest and bit down on his knuckles, blinking rapidly. Sherlock sat back on his heels, wanting to hold the troubled man, but sensing contact was unwanted. "What did he make you see?" John was silent for a while, chewing on his knuckles absently.

"My Father." John eventually whispered, his voice cracking and tears falling from his eyes. "He uh, he beat my mother to death when I was seventeen. Went after my little sister next." John sniffled, wiping his eyes.

"He was your first kill." John nodded, running his hand through his hair and sighing. "It wasn't your fault John."

"No? It was my hands that caved his skull in. My mistake that made all those innocent soldiers lose their lives. I was the one that pulled the trigger against every single creature that I was told to, no questions asked. I killed those people, Sherlock. Their blood is on my hands-"

"You were defending your sister against a violent man. You were fighting for your people. You are not a bad man, John."

"How would you know! You've known me for less than a month, Sherlock-"

"I am completely vulnerable, lost, and have no idea of human customs and I kissed you. I left myself open for you to take your pleasure from me and you walked away. You left Mikey because you wanted to die and didn't want to hurt him. You killed a man to save your baby sister. You, John Watson, are not a bad man." John watched Sherlock for a moment, something changing in his eyes.

Sherlock gasped as John reached for him, dragging him close and gripping the back of his neck tightly.

"Neither are you, Sherlock Holmes."