I Won't Forget

by onlyconsultingdetective

On his first day of attending Newberry Private Academy, John Watson tripped and fell on his face while navigating the confusing new school grounds. Face burning with embarrassment, he stumbled up and saw a tall, pale boy looking at him curiously. They were an odd pair of friends, everyone thought so, the Holmes and Watson duo.

1. Prologue

If fifteen years later someone asked John exactly what happened on that day, he wouldn't be able to tell them a thing about the movie they watched. He wouldn't be able to remember the classroom, who the teacher was, or any of his other classmates in that room with him. Classmates who he had once called his closest friends.

He would be able to tell them exactly the way Sherlock's hand felt clasped over his, the warmth seeping into his skin. He would be able to tell them exactly how it felt to have his heart hammering as their fingers locked together. How Sherlock looked when he smiled at John, open and heartbreakingly beautiful.

John would be able to tell them how it all happened.