The Reason Behind It All

This is a rewrite of my original version which I decided to change because I thought it would take to long to get to where I wanted it to go and it couldn't happen if they were too young. So here it is my - hopefully - final draft of this story. Enjoy and review.

Chapter One

In London a young boy was about to start his first day of primary five, in Edinburgh another young boy – Sherlock Holmes - was also about to start primary five.

John Watson was nine, he lived in London and he was looking forward to going back to school after a long and – to him - incredibly boring holiday. He ran downstairs at 8am with his school bag in one hand and lunch box in the other.

"Mum!" he shouted.

"Yes Johnny boy." she said.

"I'm going back to school today!"

"Yes John, I hadn't forgotten, are you excited?" she asked. Johns mother was average height, slim and had long blonde hair. John looked very like her, he had the same sandy blonde hair, but he had his fathers eyes. Sarah Watson worked in an experimental lab but John didn't know that because he didn't care at that age, and Jonathan Watson - Johns father – had died three years previously while he was fighting in Afghanistan.

"Yes Mum I am!"

"That is great. Now, please be good and if there happens to be any new people starting be nice to them and try to make friends with them." she said with a smile.

"Yup Mum I will."

"Nearly time to go now." she gave his uniform a quick looking over and handed him his lunch box. "Harriet, we're going now!" she called to Johns big sister.

"Fine mum." Harriet was starting her first year at secondary school. She came downstairs with her bright blue hair tied up and her green shoulder bag. John always loved her hair, it had been different colours every week since the middle of the summer holidays and he always played with it when Harriet would let him.

John tugged on his mothers hand and she headed for the door. He rushed out in to the garden and jumped up and down. His mother opened the back door of the car and John jumped in. Harriet got in the front seat, took her mobile out and started texting her friend Clara. Johns mother dropped Harriet off at her school and said "Good luck please be nice to the teachers and make friends." It was another ten minute drive to John's primary school Applegrove Private Primary School. The school was quite small with around two hundred pupils attending, it was at the top of a hill just in the outskirts of London and it was a beautiful Victorian building. "Okay John, this may be quite a hard year for you, the work isn't as easy and you are going to start learning French, you know how good Harriet is at it, so she can give you a hand with it if you struggle." Harriet had decided last year that she wanted to be a French teacher, even though she had only done the basics in school but she really enjoyed it.

"Sarah, is that you?" she turned around.

"David, oh it is so good to see you. What are you doing here?"

"Molly here is starting today." said David and a small girl wearing a little blue chequered school dress peered out from behind him.

"John, this is David, we were good friends in secondary school and then he had to move away." Johns mum explained.

"Hello, I'm John! What's your name?" John asked the girl.

"I'm Molly." she said quietly.

"Cool, lets be friends!"

"Aww look at them." Sarah said to David.

"Well at least Molly will have a friend when she starts. Now do you want to go and get some coffee while their at school?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

The first day back at school had gone well for John, he had all his friends from his previous years, like Greg and Mike – his two closest friends. The only bad part about that day was Mike telling them all he would be moving to Australia nearer the Christmas holidays. John was upset because he had known Mike the longest out of all of his friends and he didn't want him to leave but Mike had promised that they would keep in touch and when he was old enough he would move back to Britain.

Sherlock Holmes wasn't looking forward to his first day back school, he ran down stairs in hope that his mother would be there waiting to take him to school, there was no one there, he ran around the house looking in all the rooms, but he couldn't find her.

"Mycroft?"

"Yes Sherlock?" he shouted. Mycroft was in his fifth year of secondary school and he was hoping to become a politician like his father.

"Where is Mum?" he asked.

"She is away in France for work." he said. "You know that."

"Oh...yes." he couldn't help but be very sad. "Who is taking me to school?"

"I was going to, it is five minutes away from my school."

"Oh, okay then." He grabbed Mycrofts hand and dragged him out.

Twenty minutes later Mycroft had dropped Sherlock off at school, told him to have fun and be good and left him in the play ground. Sherlock walked over to a bench, opened his bag and took out a book.

"Hello." he heard an Irish voice say behind him.

He turned around, "Good morning." he said and went back to his book.

"What are you reading?"

"It is a book about detectives."

"That's cool! My name is Jim Moriarty, I am starting primary five." he said.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes." The bell rung and everyone rushed to the door. Sherlock ran with Jim to the line where a whole load of primary fives were standing. Jim and Sherlock walked in to the school foyer together and waited to be pointed to the correct class room.

"Everyone that was in P4a last year go to room nine. And the B's, you go to room ten." a teacher called. "If you are a new student come over here and I will talk you through the day and take you to your class room" Sherlock smiled at Jim and walked up the stairs to room nine.

When he entered most of the students had already taken their seats and there was one left at the back of the classroom "Okay class I am your new teacher Miss Fiona." she said. "I will be your teacher . I hope you are all looking forward to this year!"

They didn't do much that day. Before break the teacher took them to play rounders. Sherlock didn't like playing sports, he was always picked last when it came to team sports and today was no different no one picked him because he was really bad at playing rounders and low and behold his team lost, he knew that was bad. He didn't have any friends in his year so when he met the new kid he hoped that they could be friends. He didn't see Jim in class so he decided that he must have been put in to the other class. He hid behind a tree at break as he was scared of what would happen because he had cost his team the rounders match earlier on in the morning. The bell rang and he cautiously made his way to the entrance and up the stairs

Sherlock hated going to school and he dreaded it every evening when he was doing his homework, the only thing he enjoyed about it was Jim - the only friend he had made inn five years at this school. One evening in late November Sherlock's mother came in to his room and knelt down beside him.

"Sherlock how was school today?"

"Awful. It was really bad."

"Tell me what happened." she smiled at him.

"I don't want to." she gave him a look of sadness and he decided that he couldn't not tell her. He reluctantly began explaining what had happened.

Sherlock had been playing football in PE that day and he really wasn't enjoying it. As ever he was picked last for the team and this time he was put in goals, he had actually told Mr Dryden – his teacher - he would stay behind after school to tidy up the art cupboard but Mr Dryden wasn't having any of it so he pulled on a sports vest and headed to the goal posts. A boy in had shouted something at him but Sherlock was so nervous he couldn't hear, but he thought it was along the lines of "If you screw up I will punch you". That was all Sherlock needed. If he wasn't terrified already he was more so now. The whistle sounded and the game started, Sherlock's team wasn't doing to badly and the score was 1-0 to them, that was the first fifteen minutes though, the second half went terribly. The ball went in to Sherlock's net four times. He really had tried to get it out but he hadn't been successful. The bell rang and he ran outside for break, he hid behind a tree and watched what the other boys in his class were doing. Ten minutes in to break he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned round only to be met with a fist to the stomach. He ran to the toilet and dry retched in to the sink. He usually felt sick when someone punched him in the stomach.

He finished telling his mum what had happened when she had some important news of her own. "Now I have been offered a really good promotion down in London and I think I am going to take it, but that would mean that you would need to go to a new school."

Sherlock looked at his mum and said "Okay. When do we need to go?"

"Not until after Christmas so you will have a month with your friends before we go."

"Okay then

"This is a really good opportunity for me Sherlock, Mycroft will be coming too, and it will give me more time to spend with you."

Sherlock could see her point, he never saw her, it was Thursday and it was the second time she talked to him person to person.

"Okay mum, it is probably for the best."

Sherlocks mum kissed him on the forehead walked to the door and turned the light out. Sherlock tried to get to sleep but he was upset. What am I going to tell Jim tomorrow?