CHAPTER 1: NICOTINE PATCHES

It was a typical monday morning for Mike Stamford. English first period then Science in the afternoon. He hadn't seen his family friend called John Watson in a while, until he stepped through the door and was seated next to Mike.

"You finally moved schools then? I heard your family were moving here" he chuckled "What happened?"

"Well we moved, that's one thing" John didn't really feel comfortable at his new school although he never really did at his old one either, he just didn't know if he would fit in.

"Do you miss any friends at your old school?" John just looked at Mike in a questioning manner for a moment and then said

"Come on. Who would wanna be friends with me?" Mike just chuckled, It was a coincidence; he had been asked that before.

"What's so funny?" A look of confusion and irritation as he though maybe Mike was laughing at him for not having any friends

"You're the second person to say that to me today."

"Who was the first?"

Sherlock was lying on the sofa in the common room with his hands pressed together and against his lips, he just lay there with his eyes shut like he was trying to block the outside world out. Sherlock often sat by himself unless Lestrade or Molly came to talk to him. Sherlock was a tall skinny teenager, kind of lanky with curly hair cut just above his eyes, his eyes were a neon blue colour and cheekbones where very visible.

When John walked into the room he was accompanied by Mike and he looked nervous, everyone in the common room was staring at him… Except for Sherlock.

Lestrade jumped from his feet and held his hand out towards John.

"Hi I'm Greg Lestrade, what's your name?" John looked at his hand, not knowing what to do, he had never been excepted so quickly before. John just shook it before he started to look weird for staring at it.

"Hi, I'm John… John Watson, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too John." He plonked himself back down into his seat next to Sally and Anderson and began to talk about the previous subject. Everyone had resumed their conversations now, John felt a flush of relief wash over him.

Mike walked in front of John and eventually stopped next to a red sofa on which Sherlock was lying.

"Hello Mike, I take it you have come to introduce me to John." He said not even moving his position once.

"Urmm… are those nicotine patches on your arm?" John said looking alarmed.

"Obviously." he murmured "Yes they are John." when he finished speaking he span round on the sofa and looked at John and was shocked to see what he looked like, although he was quite small, he was cute, he had neatly cut blonde hair, grey eyes and was wearing a blue jumper. Sherlock sat there taking in his appearance for a second then resumed his original position. Anyone would have thought that he was positioned like this in his mother's womb.

"They help me to think."

John was confused at this but still thought that Sherlock although he was an odd character, was intriguing an genuinely interesting to talk to.

The buzzer went off loudly indicating the students to head off to their lessons unless they had a free period.

"It was very nice to meet you Sherlock. Bye." John waved with a smile and walked away although he knew that Sherlock was not looking at him. As soon as the short teenager left the room Sherlock looked in the direction that he had walked in.

"Goodbye John Watson." He whispered.