Summary: Sherlock is working in the lab one day when Mike Stamford comes in with an old friend. Sherlock is shocked to see this friend is John Watson his old high school best friend and crush.
Note: In the flashbacks all the 'th are just S's
Disclamer: I own nothing...sadly
Sherlock glanced up at the man walking in with that Stamford idiot. He was short with blonde hair. He had a dark tan and a psychosomatic limp. Obviously just back from Afghanistan or Iraq, doctor from his comment. Sherlock worked through his deductions in moments, but the thing that perplexed Sherlock was the look on the doctor's face when Sherlock looked up.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine." He glanced up.
"And what's wrong with the landline?" Mike said not wanting Sherlock to get hold of his phone. Who knew what he could find out.
"I prefer to text." Sherlock said.
"Sorry, it's in my coat." No it wasn't. He just didn't want to let Sherlock use it.
" Er, here... Use mine." The man said. Sherlock was pleasantly surprised. Why would he let Sherlock borrow his phone when Stamford wouldn't. He didn't even know him, but that might be the point.
Sherlock walked over to take the phone. When he reached for it the other man didn't let go. Sherlock looked up and meet the smaller mans eyes. He was smiling broadly. Sherlock frowned.
"This is an old friend of mine, John Watson." Stamford said. Sherlock's jaw went slack, and his eyes widened. John just smirked at him.
"My first..." John whispered looking at Sherlock.
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Sixteen year old Sherlock flinched as another rock flew through the air, and hit him in the back of the head. He was going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow. Sherlock wondered if Moran would ever run out of rocks. Sherlock turned to see Sebastian Moran load another rock into his slingshot. Sherlock sighed this had been going on since school stared a month ago. It wasn't his fault that boy Sebastian liked, Spencer, had immediately taken an interest in him. Moran was a sadistic jealous arse.
Sherlock braced himself for another rock, but it never came. He turned to see a short blonde boy standing there holding the rock that was meant for him. Sherlock knew him. It was John Watson the school play boy, the Rugby captain, Mr. Popular, and hottest guy in junior year. John scowled tossing the stone to the ground, and sending Moran an icy glare.
"Are you alright? " Sherlock nodded rapidly shocked. John smiled, and to Sherlock's dismay sat down at the lunch table next to him.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock snapped out of shock. John smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, I should have asked to sit first." John said getting up. Sherlock said snatching the hem of John's tee-shirt.
"Umm... No, please th'it." Sherlock mentally winced at his lisp. He always had it, but his braces just made it worse. "Why?" Sherlock quickly let go of his shirt realising that it seemed a bit desperate. None had ever stood up for Sherlock. Sherlock needed to know what made this boy stand up for him . None had all through his freshman year, and the now the start of his sophomore year... this.
"It was right." John shrugged. Sherlock nodded. That answer wasn't exactly what Sherlock was looking for, but it was good for now.
"You know what you're doing don't you?" Sherlock asked carefully avoiding S words whenever he could. Everyone in the lunch room seemed to have stopped to watch. By talking to Sherlock, John had crossed some imaginary line. One that none had crossed before. Sherlock wasn't entirely sure what would happen. If it were anyone else they would be doomed, but everyone liked John.
"Yes, I'm sitting down, and having lunch. Possibly making a new friend." John said smiling knowingly. John knew what he was doing.
"F-friend? " Sherlock asked shocked. John frowned.
"What is it? " He asked swallowing a bite of rubbery school pizza.
"I've never had one before." Sherlock said shrugging, and running his finger through his hair,that his mummy had made him keep cut short, trying to down play the light blush on his checks. He was embarrassed that he never had what seemed so common to other kid.
"You do now." John smiled at Sherlock who felt himself doing the same.
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"Thi'th way John." Sherlock said grabbing his hand, and pulling him down another hall. It was the last day of school, and they were skipping class. It had taken a minute for Sherlock to convince John, but he agreed eventually. Next year Sherlock would be a junior, and John a senior. They ducked into the pool room. The pool was dark lit only by the light coming from the locker rooms.
"Let's swim." John said suddenly. Sherlock raise his eyebrows.
"We don't have any th'wim th'orts." John smiled and tugged Sherlock into the locker room he walked over to a locker, and pulled out two pairs off shorts. Sherlock swallowed. The last the he wanted was to be wearing only a pair of swimming short in front of John. Sherlock had been crushing on John for a while, and it had only gotten worse. John had gone out with half the girls in school. He was obviously not gay.
"You can borrow my extra pair." John said walking off to change.
Sherlock walked out in his black swim shorts. (He wasn't as thin then as is now. After all he had no cases to work on, so no need to stop eating.) John was leaning by the wall in his blue shorts and grey shirt.
"Your not wearing your th'irt in the pool are you?" Sherlock asked.
"No, I got cold waiting on you." John said pulling his shirt over his heads. Sherlock watched as it got stuck on the silver chain he wore under his shirt.
"Here." Sherlock said helping him pull his shirt off. John came up blushing lightly, and Sherlock knew was doing the same. John cleared his throat.
"I'm glad none saw that." John said Sherlock looked up at him.
"Hmm?"
"You ripping my clothes of in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk." They both laughed.
"They do little el'the." Sherlock commented. It was true everyone thought there was something between them, but that didn't stop all the girls from falling over themselves to get to John. Sherlock felt the water with his foot, warm.
"What are you doing? " Sherlock looked at John.
"Getting in the water of cour'th." Sherlock said.
"Not like that. Your suppose to jump." John smiled.
Why on earth would I jump?" Sherlock asked the idea sounded so ridiculous. He turn back, that was his mistake. John came up behind him, and lifted him up and threw him in the water. Sherlock felt the water surround him.
Sherlock came up sputtering and choking on water. He blinked for a minute. He saw John at the edge of the water laughing. Sherlock smiled, he couldn't help it. God John was handsome, and fit, really fit.
"What wa'th that for? " Sherlock grumbled. John smiled at him. He suddenly jumped into the water right next to Sherlock.
John came up smile his short blonde hair a mess. He locked eyes with Sherlock. John had the most beautiful hazel eyes. John's face was only an inch from Sherlock's. His eyes slid down down John's lips. Sherlock quickly looked back to his eyes afraid John had noticed. He had. Sherlock saw John's own eyes drift to his lips, and he felt his heart race. John looked back to his eyes.
He slowly moved forward giving Sherlock the change to back out. Sherlock did no such thing, no matter how scared he was. John closed his eyes and Sherlock followed suit. Sherlock's brain shut off as their lips touched. John pulled back suddenly. Sherlock frowned afraid it was him.
"I'm th'orry...I-" Sherlock started but, John shook his head. He bobbed in the water.
"Can't touch." He managed. Sherlock laughed. God was he relieved. John shook he head smiling. "Tall git." John and he swam to the shallows. Suddenly John turned.
"Now where were we? " John asked catching Sherlock unaware.
John didn't hesitate to place his lip to Sherlock's. He slid his arms around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock was unsure what to do with his arm. He slowly placed them around John's strong broad shoulders. John's lips pressed and kneaded his. Sherlock clumsily tried to mimic his moments.
Sherlock gasped as John's hand slid down a squeezed his arse. John suddenly slipped his tongue into his mouth. Sherlock felt his mind explode, and his knees go weak. John seemed to notice slid his hand down wrapping his legs around John's waists. Sherlock felt John's tongue explore his mouth like he was trying to memorize everything. Sherlock tried to do the same, but he felt painfully clumsy.
John pulled back to for breath. His face flushed and his hair was messy. He looked wonderful. He smiled broadly and ran his fingers through Sherlock's short hair. His mummy had made him cut his curls, because it was easier to manage.
"I've wanted to do that for so long." Sherlock's eyes widened.
"Y-you have? " John nodded. Sherlock looked at John smiling. "My first." Sherlock breathed then flushed deeply he didn't mean to say that out loud.
"What? " John asked. Sherlock looked down.
"My first kiss." Sherlock muttered. John's eyes widened.
"I was your first kiss?" John asked. Sherlock nodded sheepishly. He was sixteen! It was embarrassing. "My first." John whispered. Sherlock's head shot up. He didn't mean kiss. Sherlock had seem him kiss several girls.
"What? " Sherlock asked.
"Love..." John said simply. Sherlock's heart almost stopped. John's first love. He liked the title. Sherlock notice John's eyes flash as he remembered something. "What was it I was saying earlier about a darkened swimming pool?" He asked suddenly slipped his hand down the back of Sherlock's shorts to grab his bare arse. Sherlock let out a surprised yelp turning deep red. John quickly moved his hand. Sherlock shook his head.
"I-I can't John. I-I'm th'o th'orry but I'm not -" Sherlock panicked John cut him off.
"No, I'm sorry. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for." John soothed. Sherlock nodded thankful. John placed a chaste kiss on his lips. He ran a hand over Sherlock face.
"We better go. Schools almost out." Sherlock whispered reluctant to ruin the moment. John nodded.
Sherlock and John climbed out of the pool. They didn't speak as they grabbed their stuff and changed. Sherlock waited a minute for John to finish changing. They walked together to the pool doors. Sherlock paused.
"John? What does thi'th mean now?" Sherlock asked. John smiled.
"We'll see next year." He said before a last kiss on Sherlock's lips. He pulled back then walked out the door. Sherlock smiled and leaned against the door for a minute before walking outside.
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"John!? " Sherlock pulled him into a hug which John quickly returned. "Where the hell have you been? The war for God sake." John smiled.
"How-" John grinned broadly shaking his head. Molly walked in stopping in the door at the scene before her. Mike just watched with his jaw dropped. Sherlock turned to her.
"Ah! Coffee, thank you." Molly hesitantly walked over to the pair handing Sherlock the cup of coffee. He cocked his head frowning at her. "What happened to the lipstick?" He asked. Her eyes snapped from John who was still smiling back to Sherlock himself.
"It wasn't working for me." She shrugged.
"Really? i thought it was a big improvement. Your mouths too small now." Sherlock said turning to walk back to his coat.
"Sherlock!" john warned. Sherlock turned to him and held up a hand.
"What?" John just rolled his eyes. Molly looked at them overwhelmed.
"Ok." She smiled weakly before hurrying from the room.
"Wait you to know each other? " Mike asked finally recovering from his shock. John nodded.
"Sherlock was my best friend in high school." Mike looked stunned by the thought of Sherlock with a friend let alone sweet nice John as a friend.
"What happened to you? You disappeared after your junior year. I never heard from you." Sherlock asked snatching up his coat. He had always wondered. He worried that it had been him. He never saw John again after... their kiss.
"I lost your phone number. I meant to get it when we went back to school, but I suddenly had to change schools because of my Dad's job."
"I didn't know what had happened." Sherlock shook his head grinning. Both were smiling broadly like fools. "So you're looking for a flatmate? "
"No, I just found him." John grinned. Sherlock smiled. He slipped his coat on flipping the collar up.
"Well I'm sorry to dash, think I left my riding crop in the mortuary." Sherlock said walking to the door.
"Wait you don't want to get caught up? See what I've been doing. You didn't even give me the address." John asked bewildered. Sherlock stepped back from the door racking his eyes over John.
"I know you became an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from... Iraq?" John shook his head smiling."Afghanistan, then. Your sister's worried about you but you won't go to her for help because you don't approve of her, possibly because she's still an alcoholic. And I know your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough catching up for now, don't you think? The address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon John." Sherlock said then he winked before walking out the door leaving an exasperated John behind.
He hurried off trying to process all of this. John his first kiss, first (and only for that matter) crush was going to be his flatmate. And he had winked at him. Oh God! He wouldn't be
getting any sleep tonight. Not that he usually did anyway.