John glanced around the room and licked his lips nervously. He really wasn't a choir type of guy. He restricted his singing to the showers and that was it. He didn't know the first thing about dancing either. He really wouldn't be here if it wasn't for his mate Mike.
Speaking of wich, Mike was sitting at one of the chairs that had been drawn in a circle in the center of the room. He waved at John and beckoned at him to sit next to him with a big warm smile. John smiled back and took a seat at Mike's left.
Mr. Lestrade was already there. Mike had told him that he was the teacher responsible for the glee club. John was new to this school but he already liked Mr. Lestrade. He was his chemistry teacher and was very good at his job in John's opinion. He was slightly strict but always fair. His students loved and respected him.
John looked around at the other students who were there. There were nine chairs brought together in a circle. Across Mike and John sat Mr. Lestrade who was having a quiet conversation with a young girl on his right. John recognized her from his class. She was a shy, quiet girl, kind of cute, with mousy hair and hazel eyes. For the world of him, John could not bring up her name. To Mr. Lestrade's left sat a young man who seemed to be peering at his nails but John could see his eyes flicker from time to time towards Mr. Lestrade and the girl as if he was calmly listening in on them. His uniform was the most impeccable that John had ever seen, wich was saying something as John's uniform was new. The boy was black haired and on the smallish side. As John looked the boy's gaze flickered up to him and he stared at him coldly, almost calculating. John looked away. Next to the small perfectly groomed teenager sat another young man who was deep in conversation with a pretty girl on his left. He was listening intently as the girl seemed to be ranting angrily about something, nodding with approval as she vented. He remembered the girl's name. Sally. She seemed to be a pretty confident girl, never afraid to give her opinion. John had noticed her in class. She was gorgeous with her dark skin and luscious black curls. She had a nice smile but it seemed to John that that smile often turned into a sneer.
Sally was directly on John's right. Between Mike and the shy girl stood two empty chairs. John guessed that two of the students who had enrolled to the glee club had changed their minds.
Just as he thought that Mr. Lestrade raised his voice.
"Well, I think we should start. I was expecting Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes to come as well but it seems that they're not coming. It's such a shame; Mycroft had assured to me that they would come. Oh well-"
"The Holmes brothers?" interrupted Sally with a scoff. "Well that would have been quite a handful to deal with. They're proper weirdoes, the both of them. The elder looks like he has a great big pole up his ass and the younger is just plain bonkers, not to mention he's a prick."
"Now Sally, watch your language in here. Don't forget I'm a teacher. And don't be rude, these boys are… unique but they are both brilliant students and I'm sure you could all be good friends with them if you gave them a chance."
"The Holmes brothers? Make friends? Now that would be a first."
Sally's intervention seemed to have stirred quite a commotion in the empty music room. Mr. Lestrade was frowning at her, looking furious, Molly had turned beetroot red and was staring at her lap, the fancy boy was chuckling softly and Sally's friend was uncaringly laughing out loud. Only John and Mike remained impassive.
Of course that was when the Holmes brothers made their entrance. The door slammed open and a grumpy looking teenager was steered in by what John guessed was his older brother.
"Speak of the devil." Sally grinned at them sardonically.
"Thank you for making it boys," said Mr. Lestrade gently.
"I'm terribly sorry for being late Mr. Lestrade. My brother was just a little bit… difficult. He had a last minute change of mind."
"I never accepted to come in the first place," mumbled the younger brother behind his sibling.
"Well I'm happy you two could make it Mycroft. Please take a seat and we can start the session."
Sherlock, the younger sibling it would seem, swept over the chair circle with a lazy gaze. When he glanced at Mike and John Mike gave him a small wave. Sherlock did not acknowledge him but sat on his left nevertheless. Mycroft followed his brother and sat next to the mousy haired girl who was now staring shyly at Sherlock.
John observed the two young men that had caused all the commotion.
The elder, Mycroft, had an imposing posture and had his hair gelled back like he came from an episode of Mad Men. He sat very straight in his chair, his gaze intent on Mr. Lestrade, every little bit the perfect school boy.
Sherlock was much messier in appearance. His curly black hair was in such a wild tangle that John doubted that he ever brushed it. He had fidgety long fingers that he was currently tapping on his knees as he scrutinized every one in the room with brilliant blue eyes. He was just as tall as his older brother but was obviously the youngest. He carried an almost naïve air about him while his brother seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He stared at John then, bearing into his eyes curiously. John tried to hold the stare but failed and focused instead on Mr. Lestrade.
"Okay. How about you go around introducing yourselves, saying why you enrolled to the glee club and what you know about dancing and singing," Mr. Lestrade smiled at them. "Molly why don't you go first?"
The shy girl blushed and straightened in her seat.
"Hum, okay. Uh, well, hi, I'm Molly. I'm in Year 11 and I came here because I like singing. And dancing too, I like dancing. I don't know if I'm any good at it but I enjoy it."
She glanced at the other pupils nervously, her glance always coming back to Sherlock who just sat slouched in his chair, looking bored.
"Hello everyone, I'm Mycroft Holmes, currently in Upper Sixth," he smiled fondly at the other students though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I enrolled to the glee club because I have an interest in the arts and thought it would permit me to spend some more bonding time with my brother, as well as make new friends."
Sherlock scoffed and ignored his brother's glare as he introduced himself.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes. Year 11. I do not intend to make new friends. I'm only here right now because my controlling big brother forced me to come here in an attempt to make me more sociable," he spat the word out like it was repulsive to him. "I do not know the first thing about singing and dancing, though I do enjoy playing the violin."
Mike coughed nervously then spoke up.
"Hi everybody, I'm Mike. I'm in Lower Sixth. I joined the glee club because I love music. I like singing. I was in this club last year. Along with Sally and Anderson." He smiled at them and they nodded in acknowledgement. He then turned expectantly at John.
"Hum, Hi I'm John Watson. I'm in Year 11. I'm new to this school. My mum, my sister and I moved to London two months ago, after my father died while fighting in Afghanistan," he cleared his throat, not wanting to elaborate on the subject. "Anyways, I know Mike here from when I was a kid. Our parents are friends. So when we learnt I would be attending the same school as him he convinced me to join him in the glee club so we could see each other more often."
"That's a great initiative guys," Mr. Lestrade beamed at them.
"Yeah, so I'm Sally Donovan," Sally piped up. "I'm in in Year 11 and I was also in this club last year. Basically I just love to sing and I'm pretty good at it," she flashed a smile at the people in the room.
"I'm Anderson. I'm also in Year 11. I joined the glee club last year because Sally wanted to join and we do everything together. You could say that we're also childhood friends," he said, speaking directly to John. "Our families have been neighbors since we were toddlers." He then turned his gaze to the boy next to him.
The small teenager sat up straight before beaming at the classroom like they were all his very good friends.
"Helloo~ everyone," he announced in a singsong voice. "I'm James Moriarty. Year 11. But you can call me Jim." His smile was almost predatory. He made John ill at ease.
"I enrolled in the glee club this year because I just love music. Singing and dancing are probably my favorite pastimes!"
"Well that great Jim," said Mr. Lestrade warmly. "I can't wait to hear you sing."
Jim Moriarty smiled even wider at Mr. Lestrade who turned his gaze to the group.
"So gang, that's going to be it for today. I'm happy we're getting so many new recruits. Last year we were worried that with Neil, Vick and Pam's graduation we would be reduced to too small a group. But apparently we are now an even bigger number than before! I hope you don't mind I'm giving you a little homework assignment for next week. I want you choose a song to sing for the class. Pick any song but I would like it if you choose a song that you feel defines you, which you feel close to in a way. But if it's too complicated, don't be bothered, just pick your favorite song."
There was a collective shuffle as they left the room. John followed Mike out but couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. He turned to find the icy gaze of Sherlock Holmes fixed on him. He held the stare this time, until Mike called him over on the other side of the door.
Hi guys ! This is my first fanfiction ever so any critical comments are great. Tell me what you think about it ^^
Also, for any american readers, the english talk of years rather than grades, lower sixth means junior highschool and upper sixth means senior highschool.
I liked the idea of having the characters of Sherlock singing their feelings like in Glee. PLus, that means that Sherlock gets to investigate any schools shenanigans (students or teachers cheating, etc...), so no dead bodies in this AU.
I wanted to do a little Mycroft/John because I think they fit well together (I'm part of the group of people who can not see John and Sherlock as being anything else than very close friends).
If you have any song suggestions I'm all ears !