"No! No! Get off me! I'm sorry! I'm a freak! I'll shut up!" The pain kept coming, "You're right! I made it up! I didn't mean it!"
The fresh pains stopped. Sherlock looked up to find a boy with his back to him, telling the bullies to get back.
"Aw, fancy the freak, do you?" Sally Donovan sneered.
"I don't fancy him; he's not a freak!" The boy defended.
"Hey! You watch it! Or I'll –" Anderson began.
"Or you'll what? I think Mrs Hudson will be very interested to hear what you do to innocent students…" Another retort from the mysterious boy.
"Innocent?! You think that is innocent?!" Sally sneered again.
"I'm pretty sure he hasn't done anything to warrant this…" How come this boy was so calm? How come he was sticking up for Sherlock?
"I only performed some deductions…" Sherlock struggled to explain.
"You said Anderson was cheating on me with that little troll over their!" Sally snapped.
"Actually, I said he was cheating on her with you…" Sherlock corrected. This earned him a short, sharp kick in the leg from Anderson.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop it, now! Go and sort this out among yourselves and leave him out of it! Yes, it was a dumb thing to say as well as it being insulting; but, Anderson, you haven't denied it!" The mystery boy pointed out.
"Um…"
"You bastard!" Sally screamed as she stormed off.
"Sally, come back!" Anderson chased after her.
The boy turned his attention to Sherlock. "Are you ok?" He asked, genuinely concerned. The boy had short blond hair and blue eyes.
"I'll be fine," Sherlock gasped, blood caked on his face and matting his hair.
"Come on, I'll help you up," He offered his hand to Sherlock who gladly accepted.
"Sherlock Holmes."
"John Watson. Nice to meet you." John shook Sherlock's hand.
"So, um… Thanks for that."
"No problem. I don't agree with bullying; it's violent and often happens because people close their minds to people who have another view of the world." John shrugged.
"Intriguing…" Sherlock thought.
"I'm surprised that the teachers didn't come over and help… Isn't it one of their responsibilities, or something?" John shrugged again.
"The teachers here hate me because I know what they get up to…"
"Can't be that bad."
"It is! They have constant affairs. There is at least one teacher having an affair or whose partner is having an affair at any given time."
"That's insane! How do you know that stuff?" John asked, eyes wide.
"I observe, and from what I observe, I deduce. There are often little indicators."
"Wow…" This boy had taken an interest in Sherlock; which was unusual.
"That's not what people usually say…"
"What do they usually say?"
"Piss off!" The two giggled for a little, almost forgetting that they were fifteen, not five year olds.
John ran the cold water tap in the bathroom; wetting some paper towels. There was quite a lot of blood, and it stained Sherlock's t-shirt. "If you squint, it kind of looks like tie-die…" John tried to comfort.
"No one wears tie-die anymore!"
"Excuse me for being a bit of a hippy!"
Sherlock snorted, causing more blood to spurt onto his t-shirt, "Lovely… The sixties are over, you know…"
"Hey! I love tie-die, VW campervans, Bod Dylan and I think people should just mellow out and stop killing each other because we are all people, we all have words and we should use them instead of violence… What's so wrong with that?"
"First of all, who one earth is Bob Dylan?" Sherlock asked.
"Who is Bod Dylan?! Who is Bob Dylan!? Only the greatest singer/songwriter ever! He sang at protests in the fifties and sixties."
"Still don't know him, I'm afraid."
"Here, listen to this!" John took his iPod out of his pocket and played a song Sherlock noticed was called 'blowing in the wind'.
"I think I've heard it before…" Sherlock knew he hadn't; but his mother had asked him to try and be nicer and more social. Sherlock to truly notice John without blood-streaked vision. John was wearing ripped jeans, a VW campervan t-shirt and what looked like a tie-die bandana was tied around his wrist.
"It's a very famous song! It isn't my favourite one of his, though. That's 'the death of Emmett Till'. It's based on a real lynching in America in 1955. I like it 'cause it shows how bad people used to have it and that we're starting to see the error of our ways. Like I said; people should mellow out…"
"That brings me to my second point; mellow out? Seriously?"
"What's so wrong with the way I choose to talk?"
"Well, kids here will make fun of you for that… It's not very modern…"
"What can I say; I'm vintage, dude."
Sherlock snorted again, more blood came out of his nose. "Yuck!"
"Well, it's not going to be fun turning your nose into a blood fountain…"
"Thirdly…" Sherlock continued as if nothing happened, "people will never stop killing each other, it's in our nature!"
"Excuse me for having a little faith in humanity." That was the other thing about John; he never raised his voice unless he had to.
"It's idiotic to have faith in humanity; we are animals who stalk this earth murdering, polluting and we'll kill ourselves either with war, murder, anarchy or polluting the atmosphere." Sherlock took a breath, "Besides… Murder is fascinating!"
"Am I talking to a psychopathic murderer of the future, by any chance?" John chuckled.
"Nope. A sociopathic detective of the future. We, as humans, our going to exterminate our species any way, may as well try and do some good while we're here…" Sherlock shrugged.
"Sociopath, eh?"
"Yeah…"
"Kinda cool. Not usual." John shrugged.
"In a way, I suppose. It would be nice to not get the crap kicked out of me for being a 'freak', though."
"Don't worry too much about it. Just 'cause I don't agree with violence doesn't mean I can't defend myself. They'll have to get through me if they want to pick on innocent people." John smiled.
The bell rang. "Where are you now?" Sherlock asked.
"C-wing. I've got ICT, apparently…"
"Oh. We aren't in the same class then… Oh well. See you tomorrow, John Watson. If you wish, that is."
"Sure thing. See ya."
With that, they went their separate ways; each boy ecstatic to have finally made a friend.
Hey guys! I liked the idea that John was a bit of a hippy in his youth, not sure why. But Sherlock has some strong morals in this too. Ooh spoiler for next chapter! I think John would be awesome like this; VW campervans, listening to Bob Dylan! And Sherlock should learn that tie-die is AWESOME!
Please review! I love reviews more than campervans! (which is not an easy thing to accomplish!) :) Hope you've enjoyed it so far!
