Sooooooooooo I realize this will be strange…...bear with me. Ok all our characters have the popular X-men powers the only 'crossover' characters are Jean, Shaw and Logan….Just pretend X-men never happened and you'll totally get this. FYI Morarity is still crazy but less of a bad guy.
Oh and…. YES THIS IS JOHNLOCK!
Mutant High!
Chapter One
John Watson, junior age seventeen, was new in town. His mom, recently divorced from his father, moved him and Harry his annoying older sister from their home in the city to a new country house. John was being difficult he knew, but he hadn't wanted to move and he sure as hell didn't want to leave his father. However no amount of arguing had changed his mother's mind and when he'd bent all the metal in the house in anger, denting the car beyond repair, Jean Watson broke down into tears and guilted her son into moving.
Two weeks later found John locked in his empty new room, he had refused to unpack anything, and choosing to huddle into his comforter. Harry taunted him on every occasion even going as far to invade his mind and leaving a lingering echo of her cackle. Living with two telepaths, John learned to continuously guard his mind, even in sleep, Harry had some creepy-ass dreams. Out of his family John believed himself to be the least impressive, a fact his father had tried to train it out of him through rigorous training, but nothing worked.
His new school uniform hung on the back of his door. John crinkled his nose at the snobbish blue jacket, starched white shirt, black pants and shiny shoes. Apparently he would be attending Wolverine Academy; a progressive school from grades nine to fourteen for both Mutant and human kind to learn together. John had only ever been to mutant only schools and the thought of interacting with humans made him nervous. What if he accidently hurt one of them?
In the year 2000, instead of the world ending, as falsely predicted, a new area of mutants emerged. They were met with aggression and skeptism at first but slowly where accepted into society. Thirteen years later mutants where an everyday and normal occurrence. One in every twenty three humans possessed a 'genetic gift.' They weren't treated any different than humans, in fact, in Johns opinion mutants where tested harder.
"I'm not going." John growled at the dinner table that night, crossing his arms over his chest and starring down at his uneaten plate of spaghetti.
Maniacal laughter filled his head and John grimaced over at Harry who had schooled her face into a calm mask. He threw up his walls, hating to do so but not willing to listen to her gloating any longer. John didn't really mind either his mother or sister visiting his mind, he trusted them, but laughing in his personal space was rude and uncalled for. The laughter imminently ceased as both Jean and Harry got bothered looks on their faces as if they'd just eaten a lemon.
They hated his mind barrier, claiming it just made him just disappear off their internal radar's. One of the few things he'd learned and perfected from his father. Harry nicknamed it 'the helmet.'
"Alright I'm sorry, just take it off." Harry pleaded, gripping her fork a bit tighter than necessary.
John smiled, satisfied, one thing he knew above everything else was that telepaths valued their mind connections and hated it when they got disconnected or broken. He took down his barrier and both women relaxed.
"Still not going."
"Yes you are." Jean said sternly.
"I want to go home." John said raising his voice.
"We are home."
"I want to be with dad." John roared, the silverware on the table rattling and the lamp above the wooden table shaking.
"He betrayed us," Jean screamed jumping up and slamming her hands on the square table.
Both her children flinched at the force of her anger and covered their ears. Jean relaxed, taking a deep breath and sunk back into her chair, reeling back her mind and soothing her presences back into its calm disposition.
'Sorry,' she whispered in their minds sending soothing waves and a gentle lullaby she used to sing when they were babies. 'He's dead to us honey, this is for the best. Trust me.' Jean pleaded, putting the urgency in Jon's mind.
John sighed, his shoulder sagging. He hated upsetting his mother. He'd just go to the stupid Academy. Jean beamed up at her son with a happy smile, already reading from his mind his acceptance, Harry smirked as she dug into her food. John was such a mamma's boy.
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"I'm seventeen I should be able to drive myself to school, but no, walking is good exercise." He mimicked to himself as he walked the mile down the road to the Academy, which turned out was a boarding school that most students lived on campus for. Not only that but the School was enormous, like crazy –ohmygods- fancy mansion big. John didn't want to think of how his mother got him and Harry into such a fancy and privet school, when she was just a simple doctor. Maybe she was the new school doctor, which made more sense.
The entrance to the school was empty except for an equally enormous fountain to match the ritzy school. John wasn't surprised to learn no one was around, their dorms where behind the school and they probably waited for the last moment to get to class, at least that's what he would do, if he stayed here. But no he got to walk while Harry bitched about 'cramps' and mom agreed to drive her.
"Hey new kid!" a light voice shouted from behind.
John turned lighting fast to find nothing behind him. He turned and came face-to-face with a blue man. He cried out and slammed the kid against the iron gate that lined the school, more for decoration than an attempt to keep anyone in or out. The kid was caught off guard and squealed as John shoved him. John quickly released the kid and held his hands up backing away and stuttering an apology.
"S-S-Sorry you startled me."
The blue kid chuckled and dusted his Academy uniform off before looking up and smiling brightly at John. "It's all cool man, I just meant to greet the fresh meet. So what are you?"
John raised an eyebrow at this strange new boy, who looked around the same age as he was. "John Watson, I'm a nullifier." He stated using his second gift, ashamed of his first.
The boy regarded John for a second before smiling brightly again and sticking out his blue hand and widening his startling yellow eyes. "Sebastian, I'm a teleporter and yes my skin is actually blue."
"At least you match the uniform." John pointed out taking Sebastian's hand and shaking it.
Sebastian parked out a laugh. "You should see my cousin he's red."
John's blue eyes widened at the thought of a red student, the idea seemed odd to him. He was about to ask the name of this red cousin when a hand tightly clamped on his left shoulder right above his scar. On pure instinct, John turned around, grabbing the person by their throat and shoving them against the fence in a manner much rougher than Sebastian's greeting. He blinked in surprise as a red boy struggled under his grasp and Sebastian fell to the sidewalk gasping with laughter. John released the red boy, assuming this was said cousin. The boy rubbed his neck wearily his black tail swishing back and forth. The boy glared at his cousin.
"When you texted me to come I didn't think it was to my death, who's this somoan?"
Still feeling ashamed, John offered out his hand, not surprised when the boy flinched at his movement. "Sorry, I'm John Watson Nullifier."
"James Moriarty, teleporter, but my friends call me Jim."
Sebastian snorted as he picked himself off the ground, his own black tail swishing around like a cat's. "What friends? I'm all you got."
Jim shrugged as if that didn't matter to him. "John here's my new best friend." Jim smiled brightly and threw a bright red arm over the blonde's shoulder.
John blinked in surprise at these two friendly boys, he wasn't popular at his old school but never had he been accepted so quickly. The two seemed like the class pranksters, which John could appreciate. "Thanks."
Jim and Sebastian high fived. "So Johnny what's a nullifier?"
John shrugged, there wasn't any real way to explain it. "You just can't use your gifts on me." He said throwing up his helmet.
Jim grinned widely. "Challenge accepted." The boy gripped his shoulders and bent his knees but nothing happened. Jim's eyes widened in surprise. "I can't teleport." Jim let go of John and stepped back, disappearing in a puff of red smoke and reappearing in the same spot. The two boys high-fived again, before both lacing their arms around his shoulders. "Sweet dude, although I must know will throwing us against the fence be a normal morning greeting or just a once in while thing, cause otherwise I'll ware padding. Can't have my tender skin bruised." Jim winked at John.
John chuckled nervously but shook his head. "No, I was just startled."
Jim nodded still grinning widely. "Dually noted; don't scare John or face the wrath." Sebastian joined in Jim's laughter; John chuckled along, feeling all the tension in his body disappear.
John walked the rest of the way to the school and up the smooth steps with both boys hanging off him and laughing. The moment his hand reached out and touched the handle the laughter abruptly stopped and both boys grew sober. They detached from him and leaned against the doors in such a smooth manner John thought they probably practiced it to be perfectly in sync.
"Listen John, you should know if you don't want to be our friend-…" Jim started.
"We understand, we're not all that popular." Sebastian finished.
"Being popular was never my goal."
Jim and Sebastian locked yellow eyes before nodding. Jim turned towards John and wrapped his tail around his waist. "Well then there are some people you should avoid at all costs."
"Two exactly." Sebastian cut in.
John raised any eyebrow but let Jim continued on. "First is the Ice Queen."
Sebastian snorted and interrupted his cousin again. "We only call him that behind his back, he prefers Frost but his real name is Mycroft Holmes and he's trouble with a capital T."
"The icy Bastard is bad bad news Jonny." Jim said shaking his head.
"Why's he so bad?" John questioned, sifting his weight.
"He can and will read everyone's mind and then use your life against you." Sebastian snarled his tail banging against the door. Jim put a comforting hand on Sebastian's shoulder and gave John a pleading look. "He told the school Sebastian's dad is part of the extremist mutant group and now we're shunned. He's also rumored to have frozen a man just by glaring at him"
John gasped. "That's so terrible, why doesn't anyone tell the headmaster?"
Jim hung his head. "I can see you've never been to a school with those before."
"Those?"
Jim took a deep breath. "This school is where the rich and famous drop off their problems with their large trust funds and servants. The school allows anything to happen because for us this is a simulation of 'the real world.'"
John's eyebrows knit together in frustration. "That makes no sense whatsoever."
Jim shrugged as the school bell echoed across the campus. The two teleporters perked up and grinned mischievously. "See you later Jonny." Jim sing-songed as he disappeared into a puff of red smoke, Sebastian hot on his trail
John was left at the entrance his hand still on the door. He pulled the door open and walked into the school. Impressed at the perfectly polished wooden floors and painted ceilings. The Dean's office was straight ahead. John walked up to a posh looking woman in her early twenties painting her nails at her desk.
"John Watson." He stated.
She didn't even glance up at him, waving him to a chair by the wall. He sat down as a thought reached his mind. Who was the second person he was supposed to avoid?
The Dean's door flew open as a large burly man escorted a lanky youth from his office. The boy looked about fifteen with curly black hair and a smug smile. Dean Logan turned the boy to face him at the doorway.
"You stay out of the teachers mind's Mr. Holmes."
"Does the new school doctor share your questionable desires?" The boy said smugly.
Logan ground his teeth angrily, looking past Sherlock's shoulder and waving John in his office angrily. He glared down at the boy before disappearing into his office. "I mean it Sherlock."
Sherlock turned and froze; starring at John a smirk graced his youthful face before it fell. "How long have you been here?" The kid demanded.
Sherlock stormed over to the older boy. John flushed when he realized he was the same height as a fifteen year old, his ego being kicked down a notch. The boy looked at him, with his beautiful gray-green eyes before reaching out and touching his temple. He frowned deeply.
"I can't read your mind."
John pursed his lips. "And?"
Sherlock pursed his lips; applying pressure to John's skull. John smacked away the kid's hand, not appreciating the boy's obvious intent to violate his mind's space. Sherlock looked shocked that John would smack his hand away. John figured not many people denied this petulant child.
"I can read everyone's mind." Sherlock said dumbly.
John looked the kid over with raised eyes. "Well life is full of disappointments." He said as he pushed past the kid and walked into Dean Logan's office.
AHAHAHAH WHY did i DO this I need to finish my other stories but... Oh well
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