Chapter 1 - The New Kid.

Summary- John Watson is new to Greenwood Elementary, and doesn't seem to understand why the other students shun the strange curly-haired boy from Science class. However, trying to be-friend him eventually gives him the answer.

Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters, they belong to the wonderful Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss.

Green. That was all John Watson could see, as far as his eyesight was concerned. Green trees, green grass, green plants, and hell, even the school uniforms of passing kids has green on them. Of course, it was to be expected; the town was named Greenwood. John vaguley wondered if the joke would still be considered funny, but decided against it. He was not going to make any new friends by making bad puns about the town.
John sighed, his breath fogging up the car window his head was resting against. This town is too green, he thought. He missed the clear skies and hot sun from his old home. Here, the skies were grey, and the clouds looked constantly on the verge of exploding with rain. Even as that thought crossing his mind, a few drops spattered onto the car's windscreen, blurring his view of the road in front of him. His mother sighed, flicking a switch to her left, and John watched as the drops were swept away by the wipers.
He could tell that his mother was about as impressed with this weather as he was. But neither of them uttered a word of complaint; they left that to Harry, who was sitting in the back seat, uttering a constant stream of chatter into her bright pink mobile phone.
"It's terrible here," she whined. "We've been here for like, 5 minutes, and I already hate it. It's too green ... yes, I miss you too. Of course I'll visit, you are my girlfriend. I won't make you come here, the weather is shit."
John's mother glared at Harry in the rearview mirror. "Language, Harry."
Harry ignored her. "The shopping mall looks okay, but nothing like the one back at home ...". John blocked out his sister's chatter and turned his attention to the house they had just pulled up next to. It was exactly the same as all the other houses on the street; two story, but small, not big enough for a back garden. It was squeezed in between two other houses, with a small front garden covered in green grass, with a little white fence.
It looked okay to John, but nothing like his old home. This one wasn't half as inviting. But as his father had taken more than half of their money with the divorce, it was all they could afford at the moment.
As his mother turned off the engine and Harry snapped her phone shut in the back, John caught sight of a pair of eyes peeking through the curtains of a window next door. As soon as their eyes met, the curtains rustled shut. John hoped that whoever it was, they were friendly. His old neighbours hadn't been the kind you invite 'round for Sunday barbeques.
Getting out of the car, John helped his mother unpack the boxes from the trailer on the back of their car. Harry had already skipped through the little white gate and up the garden path; she was now unlocking the front door and disappearing inside. John knew she was racing upstairs to claim the best bedroom. He scowled.

An hour later, all the boxes were inside and sorted, waiting to be unpacked, no thanks to Harry, who had promptly claimed the bedroom facing out the back of the house, towards the looming forrest. John had been left to take the bedroom facing out onto the street, which wouldn't have been too bad if the houses across the street weren't blocking his view of the park behind them.
The house already had furniture; it had belonged to their rich cousins, who had left to travel Europe, and had only asked for a small price. All they had to do was unpack they're belongings, and there weren't that many. John carried his boxes upstairs, dumping them on the bed and collapsing next to them. He stared up at the ceiling and hoped, prayed, that he would make at least one friend at school tomorrow.

Sherlock Holmes watched as the little car rolled to a stop outside the house next door. Jim had mentioned he was getting new neighbours, and Sherlock had scowled with distaste. He despised his current neighbours, and wished that he was getting new ones. But he lived on the other end of town, and the houses there were rarely purchased or sold, as they were so expensive.
He watched as a girl about 4 years older than him jumped out of the car and skipped up the garden path. Lesbian, clearly, he thought, yawning. He had a rare gift of knowing other's life stories after glancing at them for all but a few seconds. Well, he hardly described it as a gift, as others might call it. He called it observation, something that other's were clearly too stupid to use.
He switched his gaze the the boy in the front seat of the car. He had sandy blonde hair and was wearing a stripey sweater. Just as Sherlock began deducing him, the boy turned and they made eye contact. Sherlock yanked the curtains closed and scowled.
"Found 'em. He'd hidden 'em under the fucking floorboards. He's too stupid for words," a voice drawled from behind Sherlock.
He turned to see Jim Moriarty coming through the living room door, juggling a pack of joints in his hand, rolling his eyes and sneering.
"He'll never learn." Sherlock caught the box that Jim chucked to him. He dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a few pounds, handing them over to Jim before walking out the front door.
As he walked up the garden path and out onto the footpath, he glanced at the woman struggling with the boxes next door. The boy he'd been watching from the window ran out of the house and took a few boxes from the woman, helping her carry them inside.
Sherlock turned and walked up the street, away from the new boy and his mother. He wondered what they would think if they knew they'd moved next door to a drug dealer. Smirking, he took a shortcut throuugh the park and headed towards the other end of town.

Sherlock didn't have many friends. The very few that he did have, he didn't call them friends. More like people who acknowledged his existence every now and then. For example, his drug dealer, Jim, who he only spoke to outside of school. Then there was Lestrade, the school prefect. It was his duty to be nice to everyone, though, so Sherlock didn't think much of it. And lastly, there was little Molly Hooper, a little stalker he'd unwillingly gained from the year below.
So it came as a great surprise when the empty seat next to him in the Science lab suddenly became occupied. Sherlock turned to see the sandy-haired boy who had moved next door to Jim.
Sherlock frowned. He opened his mouth angrily to tell him to clear off, when the other boy spoke first.
"Hello."
Sherlock scowled. He didn't have time to waste with general chit chat. He ignored the other boy and turned back to his experiment.
"I'm John. What's your name?"
"I'm busy," retorted Sherlock, annoyed. He didn't like to be interrupted when he was concentrating.
"That's a funny name," replied John. "What are you doing?"
"Go away," Sherlock snapped, scribbling down some notes in his book.
John opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. He got up and walked away. Sherlock glanced over and saw him take a set next to a curly-haired girl, who turned to talk to him.
The teacher walked in at that moment, and the everyone turned their attention to him. Everyone except Sherlock. He remained absorbed in his experiment, peering through a microscope and scribbling down notes.
"Mr Holmes!" Sherlock was snapped back to reality. The teacher was glaring at him. "Freak", someone hissed.
Sherlock scowled and and glared out the window as the teacher continued to drone on about something that Sherlock registered as unimportant. He day-dreamed about scence equations and skulls until class ended. He packed his books into his bags and raced out the door with the other students.

John scanned the room of his first ever class at Greenwood Elementary. It was Science, a subject he was never very good at back at his old school.
He spied an empty seat next to a thin boy with curly black hair and sharp cheekbones. It was, in fact the only empty seat in the room. John wondered why there was no one next to him; he looked friendly enough.
John wandered over and sat in the empty seat, turning to the other boy, just as he turned to face him. He had, John noticed with a shock, startling blue-grey eyes, that seemed to have a tinge of green in the under the light. It was then that John regristered the boy's expression; it was stoney and cold.
"Hello," John said, smiling. The boy scowled and turned back to his work without answering.
John hesitated. "I'm John. What's your name?"
"I'm busy," the boy replied rudely, scribbling down notes in his book.
"That's a funny name," John joked, hoping the lighten the tension. When the boy didn't react, he continued.
"What are you doing?"
"Go away," the boy snapped, and John flinched. Maybe this was the reason nobody had been occupying this seat.
John was about to snap back, but seemed to think better of it. This was not the best way to make friends. So he looked around and saw another empy chair he'd overlooked before, next to a girl with long, curly red hair. He got up and walked over, hoping she was a little more friendly.
"Hello!" She greeted him as he sat down. "You must be the new boy. I'm Jamie," she offered.
John smiled. She was very pretty. "I'm John, and yes, I'm new," he replied. "Say, who's that boy over there? I just tried to talk to him, and he was pretty rude ..."
Jamie looked in the direction John had gestured to. "Oh," she sighed. "Don't talk to him. He's a total weirdo. Doesn't have any friends, and seems to prefer it that way. He's always doing these stupid experiments, and I don't think I've ever seen him smile at all."
John frowned. "Yes, but what's his name?"
"We call him the Freak," Jamie replied.
John laughed, then turned serious again. "But what's his real name?"
Jamie turned and faced the front before answering; the teacher had just walked in.
"His name is Sherlock Holmes."

Well, there you are! My first attempt at writing. Hopefully I did alright.
This chapter is pretty non-interesting, just introducing characters and stuff. I promise it'll get more interesting!
Reviews would be lovely! I'd like to know if I'm doing alright so far.