Chapter One.

John sat in the taxi with his case by his side. Hands in his lap he stared out of the window at the monster of a school coming into view. It towered over the grounds made of different buildings all in gray stone each surrounded by students going about their day. Large halls, science labs, huge brick walls containing corridors, class rooms and thousands of rich as hell child geniuses. John rang the bottom of his beige wool jumper in his fists trying to calm his nerves. It may have made him look more like a middle age man than a 17 year old but the old cable knit jumper was his favorite and he would not let the laws of fashion take it way from him! He knew there was nothing to be anxious about this was just like any other school they just had the highest standards in the country.

Yard Academy was the top school in the UK and maybe the whole of Europe with a guarantee of every student becoming highly paid and successful. But education had a price and rich families all over the world paid unimaginable amounts to have their child given the best tuition money could buy. The Watsons were amazed that their John had got a place all paid for. The school specialized in supplying the country with the best surgeons, politicians, scientists, doctors, detectives all jobs that were needed to improve and insure the safety of Great Britain. Aiming to be a doctor as well as being fit and agile enough to be sent to fight, John was just the sort of student the school was looking for. So here he was in the very north of Scotland getting ready to start his education and determine his future.

After the tour of the school John's mind was blown. He had seen things he only thought were in movies this school was amazing. With science labs, which seemed to have more equipment than NASA to sports fields with kids playing like pros. Even the corridors seemed like a museum with the walls lined with works of art that were impossible to find a flaw in. He could not help but walk along in a daze only taking in half of what he saw not being able to keep up with the head teacher Mr. Lestrade, a former head D.I in London. It then came to the part John was dreading. Meeting his new roommate, the person he would have to spend the rest of his time at school with. They could either be a blessing or a curse only time could tell. Mr. Lestade introduced him to the dorm adviser Mrs. Hudson. She was a small plump woman with a warm smile that had a relaxing affect on John. Wishing him well in his first year at Yard Academy the head left Mrs. Hudson to lead him to his room. Pulling his hefty case down the hall John listened to the cheerful women chat about the weather and what was for lunch. He smiled and nodded when the time was right but did not really take any of it in. He was going through the worse case scenarios of who his roommate could be; someone messy or too excitable who stayed up all night playing music for hours on end. John just wanted some one quite who would let him be so he could get a half decent education and not shame him self.

"Ah this is your room," Mrs. Hudson came to a stop at a door marked 221B, taking a ring of keys from her hip she opened the door, "and this is your roommate, Sherlock Holmes."

Sitting in a cloud of smoke sat a tall thin boy with a mop of curly black hair hanging over his eyes. A cigarette hung from his mouth and he held a violin delicately in his long slender fingers. The room was already covered in the content of the other boy's case, clothes slung across the beds and paper littering the floor. He took the cigarette from his mouth and puffed out more smoke into the room never taking his dark blue eyes off John. At being looked at so intensely John shifted uneasily from one foot to another.

"Oh Sherlock what a mess you have made." Mrs. Hudson sighed going across the room and pulling open a window "and what have I told you about smoking I'm guessing you have deactivated the smoke alarms again." Sherlock chuckled flicking the finished cigarette butt out of the window. He stood in front of John looking down into his face (being a good head higher than him) studying his every feature. Extending a hand to John he gave him a crocked smile like that of some one is planning something. John took the hand offered to him keeping a straight face.

"A pleasure to meet you-"

"John, John Watson."

Sherlock smiled a wicked smile. "Oh, this will be fun" he smirked and before John could ask what on earth he was on about the taller boy winked turning around and stretching his arms above his head. "He will do just fine. Now Mrs. Hudson you can go now I'm sure you have plenty of other things to do," he kept his back to the door staring out the window as if waiting. Sighing she shock her head and went to leave giving John a small smile as she shut the door. John ran a hand trough his sandy hair. This was not good. He was never going to have an easy year with Sherlock Holmes as a roommate. Spinning round and pointed a bony finger at John, Sherlock cracked a wide grin,

"Now Watson, let us begin."

Author's Note-

This is my first Fan Fiction (I hope you can't tell by the number of spelling mistakes...) I hope you have enjoyed reading it and please let me know if I should continue or be hung for my terrible writing. I know this chapter is rather short but I'm hoping to make them longer and give it more of a plot as I go along. Also i set the rating rather high because I do not really know where this story is going. Better safe than sorry I say! So for now my dear reader good bye and wish me luck!