I don't know if I'm putting this up yet or not. But basically I'm going with Sherlock and John being younger and in school of some sorts. So yeah it's an AU where they become friends and you know turn out to like each other. I don't know if you'll like it, personally I don't know if I'll like it I have to write it first. See ya.
Sherlock Holmes sat in the back of the class room completely ignoring his teacher Mr. Anderson. He didn't need to learn about magnesium again, it was boring the first time he was taught it. He observed the other students who were frantically taking notes and laughed quietly. He knew almost every student in this school and their habits, not that they mattered, in return they knew nothing about him. Well except for the fact that they all believe he's a psychopath, high function sociopath thank you very much, and thinks he will eventually kill someone.
"Sherlock," Anderson said from the front of the room. Sherlock slowly turned his head to the teacher. "What is the atomic weight of magnesium, as I asked before?"
Sherlock saw that smirk and was really happy that he was about to crush it. "Well sir, that is 24.305," he told him smoothly.
Anderson smirk dropped and he turned to the board. "Very well," he said trying to hide his frustration.
The bell rang signaling the end of class and the beginning of lunch. Sherlock stood swiftly and grabbed his bag. He stalked out of the room knowing his teacher was glaring at him. He felt somebody grab his arm and pull him to the side of the hallway. He turned to face no other than Sally Donovan, who also was glaring daggers at him. "Why hello there," he said sweetly. "How did the "study" session last night with Anderson go?"
"You think you're so smart don't you freak?" she hissed. Sherlock opened his mouth to tell her that he actually did think he was so smart but she cut him off. "I think you need to just keep your mouth shut during class alright."
"Now Donovan, all I did was answer his question," Sherlock told her feigning hurt. "I think if I didn't I would be a bad student."
"You don't care about being a good student. You never do your homework and you don't pay attention in class," Sally told him.
"And you sleep with the teacher and yet I'm still getting better grades than you," Sherlock pointed out to her. She dropped her jaw along with Sherlock's arm, earning a triumphant smile from the genius.
Sherlock walked the rest of way to his room without being interrupted. He knew no one was going to be in the room because Mike Stamford, his roommate, loved to eat and never missed lunch. He reached the room, 221 b, and walked in.
The room was generally clean, none of his stuff was out in the open and his cloths somehow made their way to the hamper. It was most likely picked up by the head of the house Mrs. Hudson who just happened to have a soft spot for him. She never would admit it saying she wasn't his housekeeper as she cleaned up his side of the room.
He smiled and got down on his knees in front of his bed. He reached under and pulled out a huge trunk that held some things that Mike said if he ever saw again he would throw it out the window. One of them was a rat floating in a jar, it was an experiment he started a while back and he still hasn't finished it. All he had to do was add something then he had to wait three days for the results to start showing.
A small knock came on his door. "Yes?" he asked continuing with his experiment.
Mrs. Hudson walked in with a sandwich and a cup of tea. "I knew you would be in here," she said and set down the food next to the young boy. "I'm made you something for lunch, but just this once do you understand me?"
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson but I'm not eating today," Sherlock told her with a smile.
"You need to eat though," she told him, "if you don't you'll get sick."
Sherlock looked over at her and gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll eat it just leave it in here," he said, she nodded and left. He looked at the peanut butter sandwich like it was poisoned; he lifted it and placed it on Mike's desk deciding to give it to him. "I'll take the tea though," he said cheerily.
He finished what he was doing and sat down on his bed, he still had time till lunch was over. He picked up the newspaper he received earlier and scanned through it. Nothing was really interesting, except for the girl who has gone missing the other day.
There wasn't much on it in the paper, only the small fact. The paper said she left her home one night, saying she was going to her boyfriends, and when her curfew came around she didn't come home. Her parents just wrote it off as her being a normal teenager and staying over at her boyfriend's house without asking. When she didn't return in the morning her parents called her boyfriend's, her boyfriend said she never went there.
Sherlock set down the paper, satisfied with what he read, and got up. He left the room and made his way to his next and last class of the day. Politics, it was a required class, if he didn't have to take it he definitely wouldn't. Not that he hated politics it's just that he really didn't like the teacher.
"Sherlock it's nice to see you in class today."
"Mycroft it's nice to see you gain more weight," Sherlock told his brother, Mycroft Holmes.
"Losing it actually, and what did I tell you about calling me by my first name in school," Mycroft frowned.
"I'm not too sure Mycroft," Sherlock quipped, "do you think you can tell me again?"
Mycroft kept his face calm as he stared down his younger brother. "Your seat Sherlock," he ordered with a small smile. "All right class I think it's about time to begin."
Sherlock blocked out the rest of class as he stared at the teacher's assistant. Nobody knew her name or why she never really seemed to assist the teacher, all she did was work on her phone. He knew that everyone in the school had a bet on her real name though; he wasn't in on this bet because even if they did guess right they would never know they were right. Plus he's above all their little idiotic bets.
Later in the evening Sherlock walked outside to a spot he usually went to, to think about things. Tonight he wanted to think about the missing girl and figure out how he could get more clues on the case. When he reached the clearing in the woods that were right by the school he heard noises. He looked around and decided to check out what it was. He pushed back the bushes and saw two students making out. One was a red head girl who had long hair that reached the small of her back and the other was a blond boy, the boy had his eyes open and noticed Sherlock. His blue eyes looked confused for a second before he rolled them and shut them.
Sherlock was slightly angry that his spot was taken but just brushed it off and walked away. He'll just have to find some other place to think for the night.
Okay I don't know what this is but I hope you guys did like it. Like I said I don't know if I'm going to continue this, it all depends on you guys. I actually don't think I said that at all, anywhere, but now I did. I totally understand if you don't like it I'll just be very sad if you don't, I'll eventually get over it. BYE!
