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

John eventually calmed down enough to read the tablet. Sherlock watched in fascination as John's eyes quickly read and analyzed the data.

"Well shit." John grumbled after a few minutes of reading. He looked up and caught Sherlock's eyes. "Your burn is tainted with the blood of one James Moriarty." Sherlock felt a wave of nausea grip his stomach at the thought of having Moriarty's blood under his skin.

"That explains how he is able to see me." John nodded before reaching for his Cell, dialing a different number than Mike's. A new face popped up on the screen, one Sherlock wished he hadn't seen.

"Watson? Is that you?"

"Hey Greg!"

"Holy shit Mate! How long's it been? Five years?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"How've you been? I heard you got discharged. We sure miss you out on the field, you and your crazy ass sailing technique." John laughed awkwardly, Sherlock could see the blush on his cheeks and would have thought it were cute if he weren't so focused on trying to breathe right now.

"Yeah, so listen Mate, you still out a E6? I need access to a Med Bay to help a friend."

"Nah, I got transferred a while back. I'm working on the Intergalactic Peace Council now."

"They shoved you behind a desk?" Greg laughed, and Sherlock flinched. He remembered that voice, and it recalled some unpleasant memories from the time before his was exiled.

"Nope, I'm head of a security force now. Some posh Prince who pissed of the wrong people. Not that I'm surprised, this guy is a right ass. Hot as Hell though." Sherlock fought back a chill at the memory of his brother and the Head of Security flirting aggressively. "I can still get you onto E6's Med Bay from here though. Why do you need it?"

"Buddy of mine has a scar that is tainted and I'm trying to help him get rid of it." John spun the camera to face Sherlock, clearly missing the terror on the Siren's face. Sherlock had yet to change back to his Siren form, but he saw the recognition cross the other man's face instantly. "This is-"

"Jesus fucking Christ! Sherlock Holmes where the Hell have you been?" Sherlock winced and avoided John's shocked eyes.

"Hello Gavin. Long time." He heard Greg's disbelieving laugh and pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Wait, you have legs now? How do you know John?"

"He saved my arse from a storm a while back. How do you know Sherlock?"

"I run his brother's security force." John looked shocked, and Sherlock just shrugged. "Small universe eh?" Gavin laughed, his relaxed tone helping Sherlock calm down slightly. "So it's true then? You got nabbed by The Spider?" Sherlock nodded. "Shit Mate, he marked you?" Sherlock nodded again, blinking away tears. John looked as lost as before, though he seemed to be more concerned with the fact that Sherlock was fighting tears than anything.

"That's why we need into E6's Med Bay. So I can remove whatever is tainting the tissues and heal the burn. Can you get us in?"

"Why don't you guys just come here? I'm sure Mycroft will help-"

"My brother banished me, or have you forgotten that?" Sherlock snapped, sending the man a cold glare through the camera. "I would be shocked if you did, you were, after all, the one that flogged me and escorted me from his planet." There was silence from the other end for a long while before John's tablet dinged.

"I sent a notice that you would be arriving at E6 to complete some tasks for me and would require full access to any equipment you desire." Greg's voice was soft and full of something Sherlock had a tough time placing. "You shouldn't have any issues and if you do, just have them call me."

"Thanks Greg." John's voice was sincere and he grinned at Sherlock, clearly excited that they had a new plan. "I owe you one."

"No problem Mate." John went to end the call but hesitated when Greg spoke again. "And Sherlock, you need to know that I fought for you to stay. Mycroft didn't know what else to do, and as soon as he heard that The Spider got you, he retracted the exile and sent forces out looking for you. Come home, and he will welcome you with open arms." The video cut off before Sherlock could respond.

They sat in silence for a while, not really knowing what to say.

"How far off is E6?" Sherlock eventually asked, still not meeting John's eyes.

"If I've guessed our location correctly, I'd say about eight days." Sherlock nodded and listened as John stood, walking to the end of the boat and preparing to set sail again.

They set off, no more words shared between them.

It was several hours before John heard Sherlock's voice again. Something about talking to Greg had really unnerved the Siren, and John had thought it best to just let him brood.

"I'm bored." John rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time the Siren had made that announcement since they started travelling together. Usually John could shut him up with a story, or by answering his questions, but he was out of stories and Sherlock didn't seem to have any questions.

"You could always change back to your tail and go for a swim, or whatever it is you do." Sherlock was quiet for a long while, looking like he was thinking. John turned his attention back to the task at hand, easily manoeuvering the ship around a small meteor.

"Stop the boat." There was no urgency to the demand, but John obeyed anyway, closing the sail and letting the ship drift to a stop. Sherlock hummed a few notes and John watched as the energies formed a thin rope around the mast, anchoring the vessel to a star.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock ignored him and grabbed his Star Guide, handing it to John with a serious expression on his beautiful features.

"Pick your favorite page. Your favorite image your ancestors drew." John's brow furrowed in confusion, but he followed his friend's demand, flipping to his favorite page in the book. He handed the open book back to Sherlock, still feeling slightly lost. "Why did you choose this one?"

"My Great-Great Grandfather drew this one. It's the spot where he met his wife. Claimed it was the most romantic spot in the universe, and that meeting her, amongst those stars, had given him a reason to live. I used to look at it when I was struggling as a teen, and while in the army." He smiled timidly and shrugged, fighting the blush that rose at Sherlock's perplexed gaze. "Sentiment, I guess." Sherlock smiled and placed the book in front of him, kneeling before it and furrowing his brow in concentration.

His song started as a low, wavering note, thrumming through the air and sending a chill along John's spine. The song continued, slowing working its way up the scales.

As the Siren sang, the images on the pages lifted off, swirling around the pair to engulf them in a galaxy from a thousand suns past.

It was stunning. John looked around himself, breathless and unable to contain his awe-struck grin. He laughed, pushing to his feet and spinning, taking in the new galaxy Sherlock had created for him.

Sherlock watched his friend as he spun, the lights from his imaginary galaxy glittering in his dark eyes. There was a child-like joy on his face and it made Sherlock's heart light. He wanted to give John that joy again, he wanted to give John a reason to live.

John stopped turning and looked down at the Siren still kneeling before him. There was a strange mix of sadness and joy in his eyes and John was hit with a sudden realization that knocked him to his knees.

He pushed the book aside and shuffled closer to Sherlock, never more certain of anything in his life as he watched the Siren's eyes grow wider with every move he made.

His hands tangled in Sherlock's curls and he pulled the Siren's face to meet his own in a tender kiss.

John Watson wanted to live. He wanted to stay with this crazy, dangerous creature for the rest of his days, and he tried to pour every single one of those thoughts into the kiss. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against Sherlock's, smiling softly.

"Thank you, Sherlock Holmes."