A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! I am so sorry about that last chapter...things are going to start getting better....I promise..for now..Imma just leave this here.....Enjoy<3

John woke to the blinding white lights of the E6 Med Bay.

"Hey, there Gorgeous." He turned to see Mikey standing by his bedside, the concern on his face clear. "Thought we were going to lose you there for a bit. How're you feeling?" John tried to push himself into a sitting position, but his shoulder and hands screamed and he gasped, falling back onto the mattress. "No, no stay down Kiddo. You have some pretty heavy-duty nerve damage in your hands as well as several broken bones and severe blood loss." John nodded trying to remember what happened after Sherlock-

Panic gripped his chest and he tried to sit up again, sobbing in agony and fear when Mikey held him down.

"John stop, you're going to hurt yourself-"

"Where's Sherlock? Where is he Mikey? He- he was stabbed, he needs help-"

"John-"

"Mikey, where is he? I-I need- it's my-"

"John, you need to calm down." Mikey's voice was soft and he was reaching above John's head, pressing a button and flooding John's system with a sedative. John could feel his joints becoming heavy and his breathing start to slow. "I'm sorry John, you can't abuse your body like this, you haven't finished treatments-"

"Sher- I-I need- I-It's my f-fault-"

"Get some sleep John, I'll explain everything when you wake up." John's mind was dragged back into darkness, but the panic remained, tainting his thoughts and poisoning his dreams.

"Where's Sherlock?" John asked as soon as he woke the next day. He fought the panic rising in his chest again, he had to know what happened to the Siren. Mikey sighed and sat heavily in the chair next to John.

"He was here, critical condition. Sword was run through his chest and punctured his lung. He was awake, but non-responsive when he arrived. What the hell happened to him John? I've never seen psychological symptoms like that before."

"T-The Spider, he had manipulated sonic tech to create a mimic of a Siren Song to supress his mind." John shuddered at the memory of seeing Moriarty kissing Sherlock and making him drape himself over his shoulders. "Where is he Mikey? I-Is he-"

"The Siren that brought you both here, Mycroft Holmes, took him back to their planet once he was stable." Mikey cupped John's cheek, the sadness in his eyes causing tears to start to fall from John's own. "John, his injuries- I-I can't imagine he survived the trip." Pain lanced through John's chest at his friend's words and he sobbed.

Mike pulled him into his arms and John let himself be held, his tears staining the shirt of his friend. He didn't hear Mikey's phone ring, and he didn't feel the other man push the button to lull him back into darkness.

Once John had passed out in his arms, Mike gently laid him back onto the mattress and pulled his phone out, leaving the room quietly and answering the call.

"Hello Mr. Stamford."

"Call me Mike, I'm assuming this is Mycroft?"

"You would be correct. How is John Watson?"

"He'll live, I'm not going to promise a full recovery though, there was extensive nerve damage to his hands-"

"Yes, I'm sure he will be fine. What of the tests I requested you run? What were the results?"

"Full-functioning, as I said it would be."

"Fascinating. And you're certain that they had no tests or procedures done when they were there before?"

"I sure. According to the logs, they showed up, were here for about an hour, then John left alone. Sherlock didn't follow him for a few hours after. What's going on Mr. Holmes?"

"Nothing that concerns you Mr. Stamford. Thank you for your help. You can assure Mr. Watson that his Med Bills are paid for and will be covered until he is no longer in need of medical assistance."

"Wait, how is Sherlock? Did he survive the trip?" There was a moment of hesitation and Mike felt his chest tighten.

"My little brother died just outside the gates of the Palace." Rage flooded through Mike and he felt his hands start to shake.

"You killed him."

"I did no such thing-"

"I fucking told you and your bloody physicians that he wouldn't survive. I told you he wasn't strong enough. Now he's dead, and I'm going to lose John all over again because you wouldn't fucking listen!" He didn't give the Siren the chance to respond before he was speaking again. "John Watson's blood is on your hands." He growled before he hung up, dropping the phone and sliding down to the floor.

He grieved for Sherlock, and for John.

"Why would you do that?" The voice of Greg Lestrade pulled Mycroft's attention from the phone before him. "Why tell Mikey that Sherlock is dead?"

"Gregory-"

"No! Sherlock isn't dead! He's just unconscious, he could wake up any day now-" Mycroft pushed himself to his feet, slamming his hand down on the desk and sending his Head of Security a glare that silenced his protests.

"My brother's soul was compressed into nothingness by Moriarty's song. His lungs were destroyed when the blade pierced his chest, and his brain was deprived of oxygen for far too long. Sherlock's body my still live, but his mind is gone." A crushing weight settled on his heart for the first time since his men had found Sherlock and John, bloody on the floor of The Spider's ship. "Sherlock is dead." He whispered, feeling a sob catch in his throat.

Greg instantly reacted, closing the door behind himself and stepping around Mycroft's desk, pulling him close. They had been dating secretly for about a year, and Mycroft had never been happier for the man's strength.

"Sherlock is dead."

"Sherlock!"

"I told you not to come."

"He is a doctor!"

"Kill the good doctor, he's boring me."

No, please. I can't kill John.

"You know I love you too, right?"

John!

"Kill him now!"

No!

Pale eyes opened to blinding white lights and machines wailed.

"John."