Sherlock frowned, walking home from school was so tiring sometimes, Anderson and his buddies, they always liked to corner him in a alley or surround him so he couldn't get away. Sometimes they succeed other times they would go home crying, when Anderson didn't bring all of his friends. After the first few times he got cornered by Anderson and his friends he started studying how to fight, he watched countless videos of people using self defense techniques.
He didn't want to explain to his parents why his beloved violin strings were broken. His parents were not happy that he broke his violin strings, he couldn't tell them he was being bullied that would just worry them. He cared for them as much as he was capable of too let them worry unnecessarily. He also tried to hide his chest and stomach as much as possible, when the first couple times he was surrounded it was a kicking contest punching him in the upper half of his body. At least none of his ribs were broken, just majorly bruised.
He learned fast, it took one night to study the moves and put them in his mind palace that was always growing. As he walked on he thought about the new kid that transferred to Bart's last week, he only saw him in the hallway while passing, then went back to his book. He didn't think about him after that, he knew he would be no different than the rest of the kids. He usually had his nose stuck in a science book, not paying attention to where he was going. Today was different though.
He was reading a book about decomposition that was most interesting, and bumped into someone and fell on the floor, as he looked up hoping it wasn't Anderson or Sally. He looked up waiting to hear the usual, what he saw surprised him. It was the new kid, John Watson.
"I am so sorry, I should've watched where I was going."
Sherlock paused from picking up his stuff in shock, and just stared as John started to pick up his stuff and Sherlocks. He came out of his shock, people never apologized for the sins they did against him and it was always on purpose, never on accident. Even if it was they would never be seen talking to the "freak" as they called him.
John started to hand him his stuff without looking at him and started to reorganize his stuff and put it all back in his folder. John looked up and smiled at him looking apologetic.
"Sorry again, I was walking and doing homework at the same time, stupid, but I forgot about it last night. I'm John Watson by the way." He said looking flustered because of his rambling.
Sherlock looked at him really looked at him and saw that he was achieving to be a doctor, an army doctor by the looks of it. he had a book about how the body works at college level. He wanted to be a doctor to help people, and be in the army because his father was in the army and he wanted to honour his newly deceased army father. He concluded that is why he transferred to Bart's, because his father died during battle. From the barely concealed agony on his face, that seemed to have been there for awhile already.
Sherlock held out his hand.
"I am Sherlock Holmes"
They shook hands, sealing their fate. They could either accomplish great things together or cause chaos that has never been seen.