John looked down at the boxes around his new room. Yes, this would do. He could live with this, coming into his new home every night and reading, just like he used to. No, nothing had to change at all. Just a new stupid town and a new boring school to attend. It wasn't the first time he'd had to put up with his parents tracking to a brand new country. Just when he'd settle in, he'd be told he had to leave all of his new friends and travel half way around the world to start a fresh. Every single time he didn't make a fuss, because what would be the point really? He'd never fit in at all anyway, he could count on one hand just how many friends he had.

But as he stepped through the doors to his new home, the warm breeze sept into his lungs and gave him a strange feeling; something was different about this place. He raced up the stairs "I'm calling my room!" He shouted back down to his younger sister harry, listening to her shout a retort but not really bothering to slow down. The room that greeted him first was small but warm. The bed was already set in a corner and his boxes had been spread around it. It would do.

He glanced over to a small window in the corner of the room. The clear glass was surrounded by old posters and an ugly yellow coloured paint, but that's not what caught his attention. What did, was a young boy around johns age. This peculiar young boy had thick black curly hair and was hunched over a desk, concentrating hard on something. He wondered just what could be so amazing to hold such a beautiful boys gaze. His feet were moving before his brain caught up to them, striding confidently over to the small space and swinging his legs up and over the ledge, sitting on the windowsill with his legs hanging out onto the ledge in front he watched, waiting for the strange boy to acknowledge him. Sadly, that didn't seem to be happening.

Curiosity got the better of him. He had to know just what was so interesting. Slowly taking a large step he put his foot onto the opposite ledge, the other boys ledge. After checking he ground was safe to put his weight on; he stepped fully onto the ledge and leaned onto the frame to support him. "I wouldn't do that by the way, it's dangerous," a deep, confident voice called through the gap. That could not belong to the same sweet boy he saw looking down at what he could now see was some sort of science experiment. That innocent face did not have a voice that sounded so deep and husky, he refused to believe it. "Are you deaf or just plain stupid? You're going to get yourself killed out there." The boy spoke again. Yes it was definitely his lips the deep words were coming from, " um I'm sorry, I -er- was just wondering what you were doing" he managed to speak out. What was it about this boy; he just couldn't seem to find the words he needed.

The dark haired stranger rose from his solitary spot with his 'experiment' to wander over to the window where he was stood. As he edged closer, he seemed to double in height. He was maybe 6 foot, much taller than any other 17 year old boy and a whole lot taller than John. The height difference became even more noticeable as he reached the glass and lifted the frame to gesture for John to enter. "Thank you" John said, lifting his foot up and onto the soft carpet. This boys room was almost as peculiar as his tall appearance; he looked johns age but the room suggested otherwise. It was much larger than johns but you wouldn't notice that straight away. It was filled with clutter, however it wasn't the usual clutter. There were hundreds of books filling he shelves and spilling onto the floor. Science equipment was scattered around every corner of the room and even on the bed. What on earth did he do in here? "I'm 18 yes, and yes this is my room. I just happen to like experiments. Now if that will be all, I'd like to get back to finding the concentration of sulphur dioxide needed to poison the average yellow bellied toad" he huffed.

To johns amazement the young boy sat straight back down where he had been just minutes before, ignoring his entire existence for all he knew. "How did you? I didn't even say. Just. What are you doing that for?" He stammered, the boy seemed so nice until he opened his mouth. "I'm curious, now stop talking or go back home" he replied. Well that made two of them he guessed, curiosity was a strange thing. He sat and watched him work for 5 minutes quietly, paying close attention to his long, slender fingers spreading across the worksheets and scribbling down frantic notes. John took this time to try and figure out just why he was there, sat in a boys house he didn't know a thing about, watching him poison a helpless animal and not caring one bit. Shouldn't he be running in fear right then? Getting as far away from him as humanly possible and swearing to never see him again. But for some reason he wasn't, for some reason he was drawn to him, wanting to find out more about his mysterious habits.

"Shut up" the dark haired stranger snapped. Glancing over his shoulder to where John was stood over him, watching his hands still at work. "What? I didn't say anything?" At least he didn't think he said anything, "You were thinking loudly. It's very irritating" he answered. How could someone think loudly? But despite his inner thoughts, he attempted to at least look like he had taken on board the instructions and straightened his back. Stepping forward he was snapped out of his trance; from the corner of his eye he could see harry standing in his bedroom across the alley way. Oh no, how on earth could he explain this?

"I have to go, I'm so sorry, I'll come back tomorrow-"

"Sherlock"

"I'll come back tomorrow Sherlock, I have to sort this out" and with out another word he jumped over to his ledge and into his room. This new house might not be so bad after all he thought to himself as he chased his giggling sister to explain.