A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! Here is another chapter!!!! Hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

Three hours later, John Watson and a very human looking Sherlock were being pushed through the gates of E2.

Watching Sherlock change from Siren to Human was breathtaking. His song was stunning and watching the energies dance and change around him sent a thrill along John's spine.

Sherlock as a Siren was beautiful, but Sherlock as a Human was stunning.

John felt the confused stares of the guards as he introduced Sherlock as his companion. He knew they were wondering why would a man as gorgeous as Sherlock be with someone as plain as John.

He pulled out his Cell and sent Mike a message, letting him know they had arrived. He pulled his Star Sailor into the dock and paid the fee before leading Sherlock through the familiar streets. He could feel the stares of people recognizing him as they walked, but no one approached them.

They met Mike at the diner outside the main Compound, John instantly recognizing the sound of his friend's laughter as they neared.

"Hey Mikey!" John called, waving at the shorter man. He laughed as Mike all but ran to them, colliding with John and nearly knocking him over with the force of his hug. "It's good to see you too." He yelped as Mike pinched his side harshly, flinching away and rubbing at the bruising skin. "Oi! What was that for?"

"For leaving me like that." John felt his heart go out to his friend and he took the other man's face in his hands, smiling softly at the tear-filled eyes. "I-I didn't want to think that you were-"

"I know Mike, and I'm sorry."

"You should have told me. I could have-"

"There wasn't anything you could have done Mikey. This isn't something a one-off will fix." Mike breathed a heavy sigh and nodded.

"So you aren't-" John's heart hurt when he saw the hope leaving his friend's eyes as he shook his head. Nothing had changed, John wasn't staying on E2, and after he finished helping Sherlock there would be nothing stopping him from sailing into the next storm. He sighed and gently patted Mike's cheek before turning to Sherlock, waving his companion over.

"Mike, this is Sherlock. He saved my ass from that storm." Sherlock nodded curtly at Mike, his eyes scanning John's friend and his jaw clenching. If John didn't know any better, he would say the Siren was jealous of Mikey. "Sherlock, this is Mike. We were on the same Med Unit in the War." Mike stepped forward and pulled Sherlock in for a hug, whispering something in the stunned Siren's ear before pulling away.

"Well, I'm starving. Let's go eat, and we can discuss that tissue you wanted me to sample." Mike draped an arm over John's shoulders and hooked his other arm around Sherlock's elbow and led them into the Diner.

Dinner was unbearable for Sherlock. He hated the taste of human food, and watching John and Mike together made his stomach tighten into knots.

Mike obviously hadn't gotten the 'No Emotions' memo, as he spent the entire night flirting with, and clinging to John. It was obvious John had an emotional connection with the other man, as he flirted back.

Sherlock felt horrifically out of place with the pair, sitting quietly and picking at his food. Even when John started talking about the seal, Sherlock stayed quiet, content to wallow in his self-pity.

"I'll be back, nature calls." John said with a wink before sliding out of the booth. Sherlock watched him walk away, loathing him for leaving him alone with the touchy Mike.

"So, you're pretty quiet." Mike grinned at Sherlock, leaning across the table. "Not exactly John's type, he does tend to go for people that are a little less-" He waved his hands at Sherlock, a gesture the Siren didn't understand.

"A little less, what?"

"Ah! So he does speak!" Mike laughed, causing Sherlock's cheeks to warm. He would never get used to how easily the human body reacted to things. "You know, less outright gorgeous." Sherlock's cheeks burned brighter and he glared at the half-empty plate before him, unsure as to what to say.

"What type of person does John, as you say; 'usually go for then?'" Sherlock's curiosity won out over the discomfort of conversing with Mike.

"Let's just say, he knows when he is out of his league." Mike winked and took a swig of his drink, leaving Sherlock more confused than before.

"You think I am out of his league?"

"Well yeah, I mean you're gorgeous, and John is- well, John."

"You don't find John attractive?"

"No, I'm not saying that. I mean he's hot, but in a more, I don't know how to say it-"

"Human."

"Yeah! That's it! John is more classically attractive while you look like some kind of mythical creature." Sherlock glared at his food again, pushing it around with his fork some more. "Hey, you know my opinion doesn't matter, right?"

"I'm sure John would disagree." Sherlock hadn't meant to sound bitter, but he heard the harsh edge to his words and saw the way Mike's expression changed. "My apologies, I'm just tired from the trip."

"I'm back." Sherlock jumped when he felt a firm hand squeeze his shoulder, comforted slightly at the sound of John's voice. "How many times has Mikey asked you out since I left?" John took his place beside Mike once again, smiling at Sherlock.

"Come now John, like Sherlock would even consider dating a slag like me." Mike winked at Sherlock and giggled when Sherlock blushed. "I've got to be getting back to the lab. Let's go gather your samples eh?"

They returned to John's vessel and Sherlock used his song to hide them.

"He hums?" Mike asked, laughter in his voice.

"Not exactly." John said, turning to face Sherlock. "Ready?"

"You will need to cover his ears." John nodded and turned to his bag, pulling out his earplugs and handing them to Mike.

"What-"

"Just, trust me, alright? Leave these in until I say, no matter what, okay?" Mike looked uncertain, but followed his instructions.

Sherlock heaved a deep breath and hummed a low note, releasing the energies from their manipulated form.

It didn't take as long to return to his true form, but it hurt worse. His tail ached and the seal burned through the muscles.

"Holy shit!" Sherlock could hear the fear in Mike's voice as he changed. "John! He's a-"

"I know Mike." Sherlock lowered himself so he was sitting on the deck, motioning to John to take the earplugs out of his friend's ears.

"Do you have any idea how fucking dangerous this is? If you get caught with him-"

"I know, that's why we have to be quiet and get the samples quickly. They'll kick us off E2 if they see him."

"They'll do worse than that Mate. They'll kill you, and ship him back to the Siren Palace." That wasn't good, Sherlock tried to hide the concern that made his chest tighten. He couldn't let anything happen to John.

"Can we please discuss this later?" The pain was excruciating and he knew it was only going to get worse when Mike took his sample. Mike nodded and knelt before Sherlock, pulling out a small Med Kit and inspecting the wound. "Take from the burn, not the cut." Mike looked at Sherlock, concern and fear in his eyes. There was no doubt he recognized the seal.

It hurt badly when Mike took his scalpel and cut a chunk of tissue from the burn, but Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut and fought the instinct to squirm. Within seconds, the burn replaced the missing tissue and the sharp stinging was gone, returning to the dull ache of injured muscles.

"I'll message you when the sample finishes processing." Mike stated before he left, clapping John and Sherlock on the back before hurrying off to the lab.

"Well, I guess we have a few hours to kill. Why don't you turn back to human and I'll show you around a bit?" Sherlock shrugged, once again starting his song and shifting back into human form.

John led him through the town, chattering on about some of his adventures from his army days. Sherlock watched John talk, not really hearing anything he was saying. He could see why Mike still harboured feelings for the man.

John's smile was intoxicating and his voice was calming. He was attractive by human standards, and he carried himself with a confidence that made him look taller than he was.

"Mike still has feelings for you." Sherlock kicked himself internally. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. John blushed and sighed, resting his elbows on the railing of the bridge they were crossing.

"I know." He said, staring out into the empty space beneath the bridge.

"You also have feelings for him?" Sherlock's stomach was in knots when he saw the emotion in John's eyes at the mention of Mike.

"Not like that. Mikey and I, we went through a lot together. He was there when I was shot, followed me home when I was discharged. He's my best friend, and the only one that didn't treat me different after I got back."

"You do feel for him though?"

"I feel bad. He knows why I left and I think he blames himself. He tried so hard to help me, and knowing that he can't hurts him. I don't want to hurt Mikey, I wanted to be the right one for him, I tried. But I'm too broken and I didn't want him to be the one that found me when it happened." John wiped his eyes and Sherlock caught sight of the tear that caught on his finger. "I couldn't hurt him like that." They stood in silence for a while, Sherlock thinking over what John had said.

John's phone pinged, breaking the stillness between them.

"Looks like Mikey's done. Let's head back to the compound." John started to walk away, and Sherlock was gripped with the need to touch him.

He grabbed John's elbow and pulled him back, ignoring his protests.

"Sherlock! What-" John's words were cut short by the soft press of Sherlock's lips against his own.