"Miss Watson, if you wish to continue to the Nursing Program, then I suggest you get a Chemistry tutor." Elizabeth nodded at her Professor as she looked down at the failed exam he had given back to her. She wanted to be a nurse, it was the one thing that she had been striving for since John had set his mind to become a doctor so many years before. The youngest Watson wanted to make something of herself, she wanted to prove to everyone that she would not end up like they expected her to. She would have asked John to be her tutor but he was in the last stages of medical school by now and he was way to busy studying to help her, and if he had found out why she had been failing her classes then the uncomfortable questions would start, and that was something the would rather avoid for the moment. At least until she got everything figured out.
"In fact I have one in mind for you. Mr. William Holmes is one of the best Chemistry students we have here" The man's next statement pulled her out of her thoughts, she gave him a semi-hopeful look, maybe this William Holmes could catch her up in everything she had missed, then maybe, just maybe she didn't have to retake the course next semester and that scholarship money could go to a different, more promising class, like Math. "He is suppose to stop my office later on today and I will bring it up to him when he does" She nodded rather quickly at his offer.
"Thank You, Sir" She gave him a small smile before grabbing her books and headed off to her next class, one that she was not that far behind in.
Sherlock hitched his bag higher on his shoulder as he made his way into the University's Science building. He kept his eyes low to the ground, avoiding the gazes from his classmates, trying ignore the whispers about him even more, but that part was always harder to accomplish for he always managed to pick up on certain words such as 'Freak' and 'Show-off' as he passed them, but he tried not to let it bother him that much. The Chemistry major looked up once he finally reached his destination and knocked before he pushed open the door and peered inside looking at the professor who was perched behind his desk.
"I got your email Sir, you wanted to see me?" He asked as he straightened up and slowly slid inside.
"Ahh Yes I did William, have a seat please" Sherlock nodded as he slowly sank into one of the hard backed chairs, placing his bag between his feet.
"What can I do for you Professor Eccelds?" He asked as he folded his hands and set them on his lap in a rather professional manner
"I need a favor from you, one that would be greatly appreciated" Eccelds' replied as he leaned back in his chair. "I have a young lady, interested in nursing, a rather promising student in fact but she has fallen behind in class and I was just wondering if your schedule allowed, if you would take up being her tutor" There was some part of him that wanted to decline the offer, he had enough to deal with with Victor and his habit, but then there was the other part of him that wanted to take up the offer, maybe he could earn money that way and start paying off his debut, the sooner he did that, the sooner he could start paying back the debut he had accumulated with his less than appealing habit. After weighing the pro's and Con's of taking on this 'job' he nodded.
"I can do it, I will stop by Wednesday after class to talk to her" Sherlock stated as he fiddled with his watch.
"Thank You" Eccelds nodded, giving the boy a rather half smile that seemed to convey the happiness he felt at the fact the Chemistry major had taken this task of helping someone. He wasn't one to help other students for the most part, they all thought he was a freak so he hardly extended his services to those on campus who took the time to remind him how strange they thought he was. But something seemed different here, and different always had intrigued him.
Elizabeth held the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she listened to John on the other end of the line. The house was quiet and she was alone, her parents where somewhere, and she didn't particularly care where, just as long as she had sometime for her self.
"Are you sure you are alright?" John asked his voice somewhat muffled, by what she really couldn't tell.
"Yes John I am fine, just as fine as I was last time we talked" She sighed as she closed her English textbook and placed it on the floor by her desk.
"I just want to make sure Liz, I know how things get around there" The youngest Watson closed her eyes for a moment.
"I know you know John, that is why you moved in with Mike. I know you know that is why you call me every other day, but I am fine right now John. Besides there isn't much you can do anyway. You are a medical student, you are already a resident a Bart's I am the last thing you need to worry about." The other end went silent and she knew that her older brother didn't like what he was hearing. For the most part he could read between the lines she gave him, and she was certain he was doing that now.
"I am suppose to worry about you" He mumbled before sighing, "J-just promise me something?"
"Depends on what it is Johnny" Elizabeth stated as she slowly got up from her chair and made her way to the bed, wincing slightly as she did so. The other side of the line went deathly quiet for a moment and for second Elizabeth thought that John had hung up.
"Just promise me if it gets worse, you will tell me... I know there isn't much I can do right now in between paying half the rent and for school supplies, but I will do my best to get you out of there." The cracking in John's voice was rather evident as he tried to keep himself steady.
"I promise John" Elizabeth replied as she kicked off her slippers and laid back on her bed, closing her blue eyes.
