John looked across the road at the steel gates that housed Bakerswood, it wasn't much to behold. Paint slowly being extracted of the walls, from years or children being in the clout of boredom and only resorting to shoving their fingernails underneath the paintwork and then forcibly removing. There were no high towers that threw themselves into the sky, just small cardboard box level of excitement buildings.

The students had already started entering the school, clad in simple black blazer and white shirts with girls seeing how high they could possibly have their skirts without it turning into a belt, boys preferred to see how low their trousers could go without actually falling down. This was what would be his last year of full time education before sixth form. John had it all; the girlfriend, popularity, friends and straight As. 15 and living quite comfortably in a middle class haven.

A push from behind roused him from his thoughts. Tom Stewart, or Tommy to his clan of mates that had somehow become to include John, tall, dark and unmistakably handsome. At least every girl had fancied him at some point but then they heard him talk and at least 95% admittedly changed their opinion. "Johnny-Boy! Didn't see you at Ellen's on Saturday what the fuck happened to you? Suddenly go into a coma or something?"

"Family stuff, just the usual"

"Sister still off the rails?"

"Course, life would be bloody perfect if she wasn't. Anyway the last I saw of you, you were walking off with a blond and all tits."

"It was brilliant mate. God she just had so much- you know to cling on to." He ran his arm through his hair and let out a laugh. "When you finally confronting the final frontier with Sarah?"

"All in good time."

"Don't worry mate, I'll find you a quickie if she stays all frigid on you. Let's get to tutor and stop fucking around out here."

They walked through the metal gates and up the pathway to the main building, lawns surrounding them. They were admittedly met with the mass of parents and year seven's in front of the main building, tears seemed to be flowing from every single one; love in their eyes, proud, adoring parent.

"Come on Johnny we are late already."

John put his attention back on Tommy as they entered the main building then through hefty wooden doors. Classroom after classroom littered the corridor, already filling with students and teachers. The noise level slowly rising to a roar of laughter, screams and endless chatter. The end of corridor met them with another set of wooden doors, just as heavy and stiff as the last. They reached the main office and John was greeted with Tommy whispering in his ear: "Ms Adler twelve o'clock." As John turned around to where Tommy had now focused all his attention, Ms Adler was now walking towards them. Black hair pinned up that revealed a long slender neck that was then met with black dress that hugged every curve on her body, her lips of course were adorned with the usual red lipstick.

"Welcome back boys, have a good first day back and don't get into any trouble straight away." She winked and turned the corner leaving the boys in a mass of hormones. She was the school secretary and the crush of every single boy at school.

"Won't do Ms." The boys returned in unison, a little delayed. He turned round to look at Tommy and was met with a nod "I so would do that any day."

With which John mustered a laugh and replied "You would do anything that walks." Tommy gave a shrug and they continued across the main school office until they met the stair that hung above the main hall, excessively large and fronted by a stage that held host to end of year performances and the head master Mr Lestrade's weekly assembly. They finally reached the top of the staircase and walked along the final corridor till they arrived at their Form room.

"JOHN! You didn't reply to my texts last night what happened! Was it Harry again? God she's constantly ruining everything for you isn't she?" John was met with a hug from Sarah, with a bit too much squeezing from her part. She was about half a head smaller than John, scalp covered in mousy brown hair that ran down to her shoulder blades.

"I'm sorry, yeah just family you know."

"Are suddenly public displays of affection allowed in the school or are you breaking school rules?" Mr Anderson had appeared behind John. He quickly turned and was greeted with the awful sight of Mr Anderson.

"Sorry sir, won't do it again sir."

"Then John you wouldn't mind helping the new boy find his way around? One week that's all it is."

"Of course sir."

"Then go down to the main school office and tell them I've sent you to fetch the new boy from our form."

John turned back down the corridor and down the steps and returned to the school office.

"I'm here to fetch the new boy from my form."

"What's your room love?" Ms Adler replied.

"Room 221B."

"He's over there curls, angles and all." She winked as he pivoted around and met eyes with what she had perfectly described at 'curls, angles and all'. The mass of hair, porcelain skin, cheekbones that seemed to be shards of glass and a skeleton far to visible to be classified as healthy stood up from his seat beside the window and walked towards him, there was nothing of him, he probably had the same amount of body fat on him as John but his height left him with no ounce to spare, if anything he was owed a couple. John couldn't find any word but it took only a second to regain his thoughts.

"You must be the new boy. I'm John Watson and you'll be stuck with me for a week"

"The names Sherlock Holmes."

He could only let out a laugh, "You serious?"

"Parents are rather eccentric."

"You can say that again. Anyway welcome to Bakerswood, I'll give you a grand tour after you come to tutor. Follow me."

They walked the route back to the form room, allowing Sherlock to get his first proper look of Bakerwood.

John broke the now uncomfortable silence. "So you do any sport?"

He was only met by a stern look "I find sport dull and unnecessary but my parents forced me into being part of the athletics team at my last school. I am apparently gifted but I don't see any appeal in sport whatsoever."

"So you won't be joining the team?"

"I thought I made myself clear. I won't unless I am again forced by my parents."

"I was just asking mate." John was going to find this week hard. "Any hobbies?"

"I enjoy playing the violin and performing scientific experiments at home if you call that a hobby, I prefer to call it preparing myself for later life."

Luckily for John they had finally arrived at classroom 221B. "So here we are 221B, our form room. Our tutor group meets here every morning to register and then last period for register again to make sure no one goes AWOL. Monday morning we have a longer period for tutor to do Citizenship, so we basically use the period to mess around."

They walked into a room with a rowdy group of 15 year olds now all staring at him and Sherlock.

"So this is the new boy, so would you like to tell us your name and say something about yourself." Mr Anderson had given up attempting to control the class and now stood beside Sherlock and John.

John saw Tommy mouth something "What's he like?"

To which John mouthed back "Fucking weirdo."

Sherlock had now finally got the silence of the class. "I'm Sherlock Holmes and Mr Anderson here cheated on his wife last night and then returned to his wife and had intercourse with her as well."

Sherlock defiantly had got the attention and silence of the class now, and also managed to turn Mr Anderson bright red.

"And to stop you all from asking how I knew, first I know his name from the label on the register on the desk. Then I smelt his aftershave which is a bit faint and quite mixed up with several smells, two of which are woman's perfumes. Not any in his league use two. Looking at the state of his wedding ring this isn't the first time either."

Mr Anderson had now turned a very alarming shade of purple and the class had turned into a cackling mess. Sherlock had allowed a smirk to escape his mask.

"GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!"

"With pleasure sir." The s slithered of Sherlock's tongue stabbing at Mr Anderson who only seemed even more enraged. Sherlock turned on his heels and exited the classroom in one long stride.

Luckily for Mr Anderson, the bell rang immediately and didn't have to attempt to control the flock of giggling and gossiping teenagers.

John flew of in pursuit of Sherlock and found him leaning against the wall outside the classroom, the subject of the gawking stares of the exiting class. "What the fuck did you just do?"

"I deduced him."

"You what-ed him?"

"I looked beyond the obvious and by gathering the facts came up with the logical conclusion that he had cheated on his wife and then returned and also had intercourse with his wife."

"It was... amazing what you did in there."

"Do you think so?"

"Of course it was! It was extraordinary, quite extraordinary."

"That's not what people normally say."

"What do people normally say?"

"Piss of."

John shrugged. "Well if you are gonna do it so bloody directly then you have to expect that kind of response." He turned to Sherlock and grinned. "Anyway better get to bloody lessons, English then PE so lucky you."

English had been easy with Sherlock, he sat at the back with John and didn't say a word despite John's encouragement. English wasn't John's favourite subject but he still worked hard and managed to get the A's he needed. Sherlock had somehow found a way out of PE so sat on the side whilst the rest of the class played football. John noticed he didn't played any attention at all to the game but instead spent his whole time tapping away at his phone. After he changed and walked into the lunch hall with Sherlock in pursuit, he turned to ask him if he would like to join them at lunch, but he had vanished. Eventually John gave up looking for him in lunch hall and made his way over to a table surrounded by Tommy's tribe.

"Lost the nutter then?" Tommy had left his previous conversation and focused his attention on John instead.

"No idea he just walked of." John grabbed a chair and slid it in next to Tommy.

"Probably for the best don't want some fucking mind reader telling us whose fucked who."

"Yeah I know." John looked down at the table and ran his hand through his hair still trying the work out the boy who had taken him so by surprise this morning. "Anyway I'll swap your chicken roll for my ham."

"You've got to be kidding!"

Sherlock didn't enter John's mind for the rest of the day until he saw him once again lent against the wall outside their form room, head thrown back, eyes shut. He wetted his lips and walked towards Sherlock and to wake him from his day dreams.

"You know you are meant to turn up for lessons not just skive."

No answer.

"Sherlock."

Still no answer.

"Sherlock."

"John would you go and pester someone else, I'm a bit busy."

"Oh for f- suit yourself." He turned around and left the all limbs no talk grump by the door.

"Oi Johnny-Boy get over here"

"What do you want Tommy?"

Tommy was standing next to Ed, even though he wasn't on the same level as Tommy he still managed to get his fair share of girls. Toned but not excessively so. Dirty blond mess that seemed as he woke up and left it like that but somehow it just worked for him.

"Ed said he's having a party at his this Saturday so now you can actually get your fucking leg over and earn your manhood but let me know if you can't get her to give you a ride as I know a couple of girls, proper discreet and all that, who would let you have a go." Tommy had now resorted to giving John a demonstration by thrusting in mid air.

"All right all right, I'll mention it to her tonight and thanks Ed for the party just as long as your parents are cool with it."

Tommy didn't even allow Ed to open his mouth to reply. "They're fine with it, just make sure you bring Sarah and I'll even bring the johnnys for you."

"Speak of the devil. Sarah." He had spotted Sarah walking through the doors followed by 5 girls each and everyone copies of each other. Blond, boobs and arse. Except Sarah, that was the reason he had asked her out in the first place, she was something different to the rest and he was glad she had said no to having sex it put less pressure on him to 'perform'.

"John! Didn't see you at lunch, been missing you all day." She flung herself at him. "Come over mine tonight my parents are out, you can bring a couple of your friends if you want." She turned to Tommy and Ed. "I'll bring some friends for you two."

"I can't tonight Sarah, don't want to fall behind on homework already. But come to Ed's this weekend."

"Sure can't wait." She turned to go back to her friends but then turned back to John. "Did you hear about Mr Anderson? Suspended so we'll have a supply teacher today and most likely the rest of the week. He went nuts on the new boy when he ran into him on the corridor and a few harsh words were exchanged and it ended up with sir punching him."

John turned round and had a closer look at Sherlock's face even though he had his head still tilted up towards the ceiling, he could make out a slight bruising on the cheek, how on earth had he missed it before. He returned back to Sarah, Tommy and Ed's conversation was now focused on some trivial gossip about someone sleeping with someone. He lost all interest in the conversation and walked over to Sherlock but before he had a chance to say anything he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Right class, I'm your substitute teacher this week or until they find someone to take on your tutor group full time. I'm Mr Trevor. So if you would like to enter the classroom, take your seats and then I'll take the register."

Tanned and tall that's how John would of described Mr Trevor at first, defiantly tanned and tall. Black hair, old fashioned short back and sides. Pure charcoal eyes, they seemed to penetrate deep into his eyeball, and then were glazed over by a pane of glass. He seemed too young to be a proper teacher so that's probably how he qualified as a substitute.

The class filed into the room with a buzz of whispers and mutters. The crowd was finally followed in by Mr Trevor and then Sherlock.

John found his usual seat next to Tommy and Ed in the middle of the classroom, a row behind Sarah's desk. Sherlock had somehow managed to get to the back and take up two seats, one for his bag and feet and the other next to the wall so he could comfortably lean against it.

"Right class, as I'm here for a week I might as well mix things up a bit, so if you would each find a partner with a person you've never sat next to in your whole time at Bakerswood. So get up."

John searched the classroom, he had sat next Sarah, all the boys in Tommy's group and somehow a large proportion of the girls. Then he met eyes on Sherlock, of course it would bloody be him. He stood up and walked to the back of the classroom, stood beside the chair that was housing Sherlock's bag, waiting for some sort of response. Nothing. So he pushed the bag of, then grabbed Sherlock's legs and chucked them of the chair as well.

"Oi."

"Not like you were gonna move them any other way."

Sherlock sighed. "Just don't talk."

"I can work with that."

10 minutes later, head on the table, almost falling asleep, John was pushed out of day dreaming by the bell. He grabbed his bag and turned to Sherlock, who had once again tilted his head up towards the ceiling, bruising seemed even less visible already.

"Come to the afternoon lessons tomorrow, it's science, you'll enjoy it."

"I'll see you tomorrow John."