Here's the new fanfic guys. This is my try at a uni!lock so hope you enjoy! Any suggestions/criticisms are greatly encouraged.

Sherlock's eyes scanned his textbook, trying to absorb all the information he could. "Bloody Astronomy." he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He had deleted all this useless information long ago and he would probably just delete it again once he was done with the class. But right now he needed to learn all he could before tomorrow's final.

Sherlock let out a brief yawn and glanced up at the library clock. It was almost three in the morning. He wasn't necessary tired, just utterly and completely bored. "Why did I choose to take such a mundane subject?" he thought, as he leaned back in his chair. At least it was almost over. His bright blue eyes looked around the large room wondering if any of his other classmates were cramming this late.

His eyes jumped to the few students left: the overachieving, muddy haired girl who always set in the front of the class in an attempt to please her professional, none-present father, the freckled face boy who always took the stairs because of his claustrophobia, the dull, but attractive footballer who was having an affair with his coach and-

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on a mop of short sandy hair and a pair of dark blue eyes just a few feet away from him. It was John Watson.

Sherlock couldn't help but stare at that attractive, small frame. John was curled up in a large chair that dwarfed his petit form even more his eyes glued to the textbook. Sherlock let out a soft sigh. He had memorized John's name the first day of class. For some reason, he was immediately intrigued with the man. Despite seeming relatively normal, there was something about him, something different, unique that Sherlock couldn't quite put his finger on. He was... a mystery. And Sherlock Holmes loved mysteries as long as he could solve them.

He ripped his eyes away from John and stared back down at his book, his eyes remaining still. Not that Sherlock had ever actually spoken to him. He was pretty sure John didn't even know he existed. He seemed to have lots of friends and Sherlock never had the courage to introduce himself. Besides, an attractive man like John. Jim wouldn't like that.

Sherlock glanced up at John again. God, he was attractive. Normally, the short form would have turned Sherlock off, but John pulled it off well. In fact, somehow it made him even more handsome and endearing. Not to mention, he was very well built and clearly kept himself in shape. Sherlock assumed from his posture and proper demeanor that he had done a stent in the army and his muscular build certainly didn't argue with that.

Sherlock saw John's eyes leave his book as he reached his arms in the air to stretch. Sherlock quickly looked back down, but it was too late. He heard the shuffling of feet and suddenly-

"You're Sherlock Holmes, right?"

Sherlock raised his eyes slowly to meet John's. One hand was in his pocket and the other was holding his bag and books. Yet somehow his posture was still impeccable. "Yes, definitely military." Sherlock thought. He swallowed, his stomach doing flips.

"Yes." He answered softly.

John smiled brightly and set himself down in the seat across from Sherlock.

"I'm John. John Watson. We're in the same Astronomy class." He said, reaching his hand over the table.

Sherlock tentatively brought his hand to meet John's and shook it. He could feel John's fingers were calloused, but his palms soft. He was right handed and shaking with his right so it wasn't guitar...most stringed instruments were out of the question...he seems the adventurous type so...rock climbing.

Sherlock landed on this conclusion as he released John's hand. He could feel himself smirking, but quickly hid it as he spoke.

"Yes, I know who you are." Sherlock mumbled.

John cocked his head slightly.

"I guess you are as bright as they say." He said, smiling.

Sherlock could feel himself blush. He never blushed.

"I just heard you introduce yourself first day." He explained quickly. "Besides, I believe the term is genius."

Those last words left Sherlock's mouth before he could stop them. He looked up at John worried (him, Sherlock Holmes, actually worried) about how he'd react. This is usually around the time people would tell him to piss off. But instead John laughed, his eyes crinkling.

"That's right. They also said you were a bit of an arrogant ass about it." John said, smirking. "But from what I hear you have ever right to be. Graduated top of your class at Eton and apparently solved a triple murder that same year. And you've solved, uh, 20 murder cases this year with Scotland Yard and somehow still managed excellent marks. Yeah, I'd say you deserve to be a little arrogant."

Sherlock could feel his cheeks warming again. He smirked back at John.

"Actually, I've solved 22 cases this year so far, not 20."

John laughed again and this time Sherlock joined him. He couldn't help himself. John's laugh was literally contagious. Once their laughter died down, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, still smirking.

"How do you know all that? Do people really talk about me?" he asked. In his experience, people only focused on his more negative qualities.

John shrugged.

"Uh I guess they do." He answered. "I also heard that you got kicked out of Cambridge after announcing at an school wide assembly that the Dean was having an affair with a male professor, but I wasn't daft enough to believe that one."

Sherlock looked down and swallowed. John opened his mouth a gap.

"You really did that?" he asked in a whisper.

Sherlock bit his lip and nodded.

"I didn't realize his wife was in the audience." He muttered with a half smile.

John shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. He looked up and met Sherlock's eyes.

"You are something else, Sherlock Holmes." John said, smiling almost nervously "I wish we would have met first day of class."

Sherlock suddenly couldn't look away from John's gaze. Those eyes...there were so much to them. There was something deep, something underneath. Sherlock wanted to know more about him, so much more. But before he could dig any deeper, John broke the gaze and stood up from the table, gathering his things.

"Anyway, it was, uh, great to finally meet you." He said quickly, placing his book in his bag. "Good luck on the test. I'm sure you'll ace it."

Sherlock forced a smile.

"I don't know. Astronomy's not my strong suit." He said, looking down at his open book with disgust.

John shook his head, slinging his bag on his back. He flashed Sherlock a bright smile. Sherlock felt his stomach flip over again.

"You'll do great. I have a feeling you can do just about anything."

And with that, John turned and walked away. Sherlock couldn't help but smile as he watched John's back disappear behind the sea of bookshelves. He was different. Sherlock now knew it without a shadow of a doubt. He wanted to see him again. He had to see him again. Somehow, someway Sherlock Holmes was determined to get to know John Watson.

He would worry about Jim's reaction later.

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