Author's notes: So I've decided to write again. Sorry if the character come out a bit OOC. I have a feeling I'm going to have trouble writing Sherlock. Anyway, my OC is very based on my other OC in my AvengersXPJO storyy, Raven Winters. Malcolm will be here and he's still going to be the main love interest for my OC. I just really love Malcolm. I hope you guys love it.
DISCLAIMER: Percy Jackson and the Olympian series does not belong to me and so does Sherlock.
set before the Sea of Monsters, Malcolm and Alice's first day of school.
James Moriarity stared at the picture of a 13 year old girl. He smirked and then chuckled. And no, Jim wasn't a pedophile. He merely found her so interesting. The girl looked a lot like the "dead" detective; pretty features, high cheekbones, that all-knowing smug smile, her black wavy hair was tied into the messiest braid possible and her eyes. Woah. Jim loved her eyes. Unlike Sherlock's icy grey ones that changed color from the lighting, hers were misty grey and if he looked closer, Jim could almost see swirls of mist. She was going to grow up into a fine, delicious lady. Jim licked his lips.
"Oh Sherlock, you dog. Who did you do to make this fine young girl. Naughty, naughty, Sherlock. I guess I can't call him a Virgin anymore. I can't believe I didn't find out about this sooner." He said.
He showed the picture to his henchman, Sebastian Moran, a tall, muscular and handsome man who could kill someone with a pencil. "Don't you think she's pretty, Seb?"
Sebastian sat from the other side of the room, on a bright white couch tinted with the blood of the owner of the flat they broke into. Sebastian was slowly cleaning his rifle; he glanced at the picture and then set his eyes back into his gun. "I don't think she's your type. You don't exactly look like a horny 13 year old." The marksman said.
"Don't be ridiculous, Seb. I am not a pedophile."
"Of course you are." Jim rolled his eyes. "What's your plan, Boss?"
"We are going to America." Moriarity sung. "Book the tickets for the latest flight." He grabbed a lighter from his pocket, clicked it until a tiny flame burst out.
"Let's see how quickly you will burn, Alice…sweet little Alice Holmes." He said as he set the photograph on fire and watched it slowly burn to ashes.
"I hope you're not boring like daddy."
Long Island City High School was so far Alice's seventh…no eight school.
"Now April, remember what we talked about. This is so far the eight school you've been to—"Malcolm, one of April's best friends, reminded her for the 10th time.
"I know, I know, I'll try my best not to get expelled again. But in case of an attack that would somehow involved blowing up the band room, then I, Alice Holmes would snap my fingers and change reality." She finished his sentence.
"Good." Malcolm nodded. It was their first day together at their new school. The two arrived just in time for the first bell to ring. Alice observed her classmates. They were so mundane; so normal. Sometimes she wished she could be like them. Sure most of them had other problems, like divorced parents, abused childhoods and deaths witnessed but it all seem so normal to her. At least they had a better chance in living till past twenty than her and Malcolm.
She scanned the room for a bit, ignoring Malcolm's lectures about being careful on the first day. She noticed a couple of girls giggling and scoffing at her outfit, some jocks were horsing around spitting spit balls at poor nerds and etcetera, etcetera. The duo sat near each other. For Malcolm it meant that he could keep a close eye on his best friend and for Alice it meant that he could copy off Malcolm during an exam.
"Why did you even decide to go to school anyway?" She asked Malcolm as she dumped her knapsack unto the floor.
Malcolm shrugged, "Because the law says so."
"Since when did you care about the law? Were special kids. The law doesn't apply to us."
He rolled his eyes. "Besides, I thought you wanted to go to that standardized public school, Hunter something?" she said.
Malcolm smiled, "Too far away from camp and somebody needs to watch after you."
Alice scoffed, "I'm not five."
"You threw a temper tantrum because Annabeth wouldn't let you lend you her phone."
"In my defense, she too was acting like a five year old."
"Still, there are plenty of standardized schools here in New York for braniacs like you. You could've gone there." Alice said her misty eyes were sincere.
"I wanted to be here with you." He said.
A faint blush burned from Alice's cheeks. Sometimes, she couldn't understand Malcolm. "…Well, if you changed your mind, I could always just snap my fingers."
"That's nice of you." He said.
"Besides, I probably wouldn't last a year." They both laughed.
"I'll give you six months." Malcolm deadpanned.
"Hi," cried a high pitch girly voice in front of Malcolm. He was surrounded by three of their girl classmates; 13 year old hookers.
"Hi?" Malcolm said. He looked at Alice and raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Since our homeroom teacher isn't here yet, we were just wanted to introduce ourselves. Right girls?" the first one said. Alice figured that she was the leader of their little girl group, Clowntopia. Seriously, even the Aphrodite kids didn't put this amount of makeup. And their perfume, GAH, why hasn't anyone fainted yet. Smells like a department store attack and alcohol.
"Totally." Her cronies replied in high pitched unison.
"To start off, my name is Vivienne Manson, you can call me Viv, or anything you want really," she said the last part with a more flirtatious tone and then winked. Alice snickered. Malcolm was clearly getting hit on these girls. She wasn't jealous or anything. They weren't even a couple. Just friends. Alice wasn't interested in relationships. Denial is the first stage of love, hon. There it was, the voice of the annoying love goddess ringing in her ears. Why can't Aphrodite just leave her alone? GET OUT OF MY HEAD! She mentally shouted. Alice refused to be Aphrodite's newest soap opera.
"…I'm Malcolm Canmore." Malcolm said giving them a bemused smile. Alice clearly missed the names of the other two clowns, "And this is my best friend, Alice."
"sup." She said, giving them a nod. Vivienne grimaced at the sight of her, wondering why a total hottie like Malcolm was even hanging out with this loser.
"We were wondering if you want to join us later during lunch."
Malcolm glanced at Alice waiting for some approval. She shrugged indicating that she couldn't care either way if Malcolm would join Clowntopia. Yeah she decided to call Vivienne and her cronies that.
Malcolm gave them a polite smile, "I'll think about it." He said. Vivienne grinned widely, showing her bright, white teeth that seriously needed a warning label like DO NOT LOOK. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE A SUDDEN URGE TO PUNCH.
"Cool!" Viv looked at Alice, still smiling though it was clear in her eyes that she wanted to throw her at the dumpster. "Alice, mind if I take your seat." She said.
Alice was thinking the best way to say no. Should deduce her? Nah...It would be a waste of saliva. She could just say no but that would come out rude and Viv might retort causing a fight. Alice didn't want any drama this early in the morning. Maybe later during lunch. She was thinking of all the possibilities of denying the question. Alice ended up deducing her silently.
Boring life. Rich parents. Has a drug addict for a brother. One small dog. Poodle most likely. It's always a poodle. Has recently arrived from a holiday from Brazil judging from the tan and the haircut. Took some dancing lessons. Broke an ankle from a bicycle accident. Incrediblyshallow and a spoiled brat. Cliché. Low IQ, and high-self 's incredibly horny and is most likelyexpecting to lose her virginity to some dumb jock.
Malcolm sighed heavily. I mean how hard was it to say no. Alice sat there, leaning casually staring at Vivienne clearly "deducing" her. She didn't even realize she was spacing out. Though that was probably the ADHD acting up. Alice narrowed her eyes, bent down placing her chin on the palm of her hand and then completely ignored Vivienne. Alice's eyes were now focused on the door, waiting for their very late homeroom teacher.
Vivienne's face turned into a scowl. She was so annoyed that someone actually ignored her. Nobody ignores her. And certainly not this poorly dressed loser. She was about to say something extremely rude but Malcolm decided to interrupt her.
"She means No. thank you Vivienne."
Vivienne wasn't going to accept it. She didn't leave and ignored Malcolm, "Hey! You can't just—"she didn't finish. Alice interrupted her.
"Teacher's here." She said in monotone.
Everyone scrambled to their seats. Vivienne threw a glare at Alice and then a flirty wink and wave at Malcolm. Her two cronies followed her to their seats.
"Good morning class." Said the teacher with a light Irish accent. "Sorry I'm late." The teacher looked around his late 30's; handsome, black hair and chestnut big brown eyes. He had an innocent smile on his face.
Alice narrowed her eyes at him. There was a ringing sound coming from her ears. She looked at her hand a saw Goosebumps.
The teacher took a chalk and began writing on the board. When he was finished, Alice needed to blink a couple of times before she could read it. The letters were just swimming around forming all sorts of different words that weren't really related to each other. But it also served her a great help sometimes. Finally, the letters weren't spinning anymore and she silently read, "Richard Brook."
"Let's start the introductions, shall we."