PREFACE
Title: Misterioso (The Italian music term for 'secretively', you'll see why that's a clever title later pfft)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: M (for later chapters that might (probably will) have smut, and other adult themes)
Warnings/Triggers: Abuse in later chapters, some strong language use and maybe some homophobia.
Spoilers: No spoilers for the real episodes.
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Summary: Mr Sherlock Holmes is the mysterious music teacher at John's new school out in the countryside. As John's life takes new paths, where will his and Mr Holmes' cross? Student/teacher!lock AU
Author's notes: I'm back! So I wanted to write some student/teacher!lock, then some people said I should post it. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it and I'll carry it on if people like it, so let me know in a review please? (Seriously I get worried, if this gets a bad reaction or no reaction I'll take it down and pretend that it never happened. O_o)
Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. I only created the story; the rest belongs to them.
*Disclaimer* Because I can't write lyrics, I'm going to use lyrics from songs that are already written and pretend Sherlock wrote them (Hey it's an AU ok), so I'll write the names of songs and artists used in each chapter. Also, then you can find them and have a listen if you want.
Songs this chapter: Tom Odell- Grow Old With Me
Enjoy!
Chapter 1- Guess my name
John sighed as he walked into the new school in the middle of the countryside. It was wet, windy and cold, what kind of idiot built a school all the way out here?
He looked around the recently built school and glanced at some of the groups of friends. They all looked perfectly happy with the numbers they had now, John would probably just be one person too many. He'd only come to this new school because his parents had insisted the countryside would be better for them all. The real reason if they were honest was because they were trying to keep Harry away from trouble in the city.
The sandy haired boy took his time table out and frowned at the list for today, he didn't like school, he wasn't good at anything really except science, that was the only good thing on his time table.
Because he'd moved schools at such a difficult time- in the middle of his GCSE's- John's options had been messed up and he'd had to change some subjects around. He sighed as he spotted his new subject, music. He sighed again as he saw that because he was so behind in it, he had extra lessons, some of them even one-to-one. Well shit. John was awful at music, always had, always would be. He didn't even see the point in trying for this GCSE, he would rather be studying for the others. It looked like his music teacher, Mr Holmes apparently, would have a hard job on his hands.
John folded his time table away and put it back into his bag before looking around again. He looked at the other boys and raised his eyebrows a bit. Well at least there were some good looking ones. John was gay, he knew it and he wouldn't deny it. He just hoped they would accept that here, and maybe he could find a nice boy.
The short boy heard the bell ring so he headed off to his first double lesson of biology, the highlight to his day.
At break, John was greeted by some guys he'd seen in his biology class, they seemed nice enough. He smiled at them as they talked to him and joked. They had a look at John's timetable and raised their eyebrows before chuckling quite a bit.
John frowned at them "What? What's up with my timetable?" He took it off them and scrutinised the sheet.
Sam, a boy with brown wavy hair shrugged and shook his head a bit "Oh nothing really.. You've got a lot of music on there, haven't you? Bit of a music fan?"
"No not at all ugh I hate it" The shorter boy rolled his eyes "But why is that funny?"
Sam nodded a bit "Oh no, that's not funny, you've just got to spend a lot of time with Mr Holmes, and he's grumpy as fuck and weird sometimes. And you've got one-to-one lessons with him too.."
John sighed "Oh for fucks sake. So I hate music and now I've got an asshole for a teacher too?"
"Yep, sorry" Sam smiled "Oh well, you never know, he might like you more than other people?"
"I doubt it, I'm shit at music and he's stuck with me in some of his free periods, so yeah" John put the damn timetable away again as the bell went "Well I've got him now, so see you later?"
"Yeah, sure." They smiled and walked off to their lessons.
John went down to the music classrooms and took a deep breath through his nose before glancing in the window at the room inside. Empty. Well great. He knocked a bit, before deciding it was pointless and slowly opening the door and going in.
"John, I presume?" Mr Holmes' deep voice rang out behind John before he took a sip of coffee from his mug and looked back down at the boy.
The sandy haired boy started a bit before turning around and nodding quickly "Yes sir"
The curly haired teacher nodded with a raised eyebrow "Right. In you go then." He nodded at the half opened door before reaching over John with his free hand and pushing it open further.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." John went in the class and looked around "Where d'you want me to sit sir?"
"Anywhere." The teacher waved a dismissive hand as he went over to his messy desk. He put his coffee down, sat in his chair and span it around to look at John as he sat down. He crossed one leg over the other, and leant his elbow on the desk with his chin resting in his palm, little finger between his lips.
John stared back. Wow ok. "Uhm.. Can I just say, before we start-"
"You're shit at music, yes I know." Mr Holmes rolled his eyes "But I'm going to get you a good grade, no matter what."
The sandy haired boy raised his eyebrows, he hadn't heard a teacher swear before, but ok. "Uhm yeah sir thanks for that but I'm a bit of a lost cause, I'll fail anyway so sorry in advance."
The curly haired teacher raised his eyebrows back "We'll see about that." He moved his position and took another sip of coffee before replying again "Tell me about you John."
John sighed inwardly a bit. He hated things like these, 'getting to know you' shit. But he decided to play along "My name is John Watson. I moved to the countryside from the city and now I'm here at this school. I have a sister called Harry, oh and I'm bad at music."
Mr Holmes nodded and fake smiled a little "You missed something important to you." He tapped his fingers on his coffee mug.
"I did?" John frowned as he thought 'Yeah I'm gay but no one needs to know that yet'
"Yes, you're homosexuality?" The teacher raised his eyebrows "Or is that not important to you?"
John blushed red before shaking his head a little, god they were right, this guy is an asshole. "Sir I don't think that's appropriate.. Does it really matter to music?"
The thin man shrugged "Maybe. Maybe not. Lots of different things can effect music."
"Oh ok.." John just frowned a bit at the teacher. He was an asshole. But he was a god damn good looking asshole. He had beautiful dark curls- John wondered what it would be like to brush his hand through the-, tall frame, perfect mouth and the most wonderful eyes John had ever seen. One minute they were blue, the next, green, and each time icy but amazingly attractive at the same time. So basically, John sighed inwardly, the hottest guy he'd seen so far was his teacher and an asshole. Excellent.
Mr Holmes stood up, rather dramatically if John may say so, and went to a messy cupboard. He dug around a bit as he spoke "Ok I will provide you with an exercise book, we'll learn notes, bars, key signatures, time signatures, counting, pitch, sharps, flats, Italian music terms, tempo, different orchestral sectionals, conducting aaaaaand I think that's it." He found an exercise book before coming back to John's desk and throwing it down with a flourish and a smile.
John looked up at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. That list of things sounded awful. "What d'you want me to write on the front of my book?"
Mr Holmes moved a chair and sat on the edge of a desk in front of John's row and looked at the boy "John Watson, Y11, Music, Mr S Holmes."
The sandy haired boy wrote that down neatly before looking up expectantly again at the handsome man.
"I bet you can't guess my name." The tall teacher smirked as he looked over his student.
"Uhm you want me to guess? How many guesses do I get?" John frowned a little as he started to think.
"As many as you want." Mr Holmes shrugged "If you guess it, you can choose which instrument you learn."
"Oh ok.." John frowned a little but started guessing anyway "Ok I'll say a list and if I get it you have to shout out. Sam, Stephen, Scott, Sid, Stan, Sean, Sebastian, Simon, Solomon, Stewart.." He looked at the teacher who was smirking at him, he sighed and through his hands up a little "I don't know, Sancho?"
Mr Holmes rolled his eyebrows and smirked even more "Do I look like a suit any of those names? Stan Holmes? Solomon Holmes?"
The fair haired boy shrugged "Ok no you don't, but what's your name then?"
"Sherlock. And when we're alone together you can call me that, when we're in class with others, it's Mr Holmes or sir." The teacher smiled.
"Oh ok.. Are you sure sir?" John had never been told a teacher's name before, but wow Sherlock was a great name.
"Sherlock. And yes I'm sure." Mr Holmes stood up and walked over to the whiteboard, he grabbed a pen and wrote in capitals in the middle of the board 'SHERLOCK', he underlined it and turned back to face John with a smirk.
"Oh ok" John opened his exercise book as he tried not to look at the teacher's captivating smirk and good looks.
"Ok so first we'll look at time signatures" Sherlock started writing on the board as John settled in for the boredom.
"Any questions?" Mr Holmes turned around at the end of the lesson and smiled at John.
"Uhm... No" John started packing his things away "Oh wait, what instruments do you play Sherlock?" It still felt weird to call his teacher by his first name, but he'd been instructed to.
The teacher smiled at the use of his name then shrugged "You'll have to find out." He looked away as the bell rang "You can go now."
John frowned a bit, why was a music teacher acting so weird about telling people what he played? He ignored the thought and stood up "Bye" he left the classroom to go to lunch.
Sherlock watched the door close before going back to his desk and sitting down with a sigh. What just happened? He told a student to call him by his first name when they were alone. He'd never done that before.. But something was different about this boy. Sherlock knew that.
John had asked him what he played, and Sherlock had answered dismissively and maybe even slightly embarrassed. The true answer he should have given was "Everything." Because it was true, give him an instrument and he would play it. He even sang. He wrote music, and played it, but he did it in private.
No one needed to know why he did it in private.
He made sure the door was closed before going back to the keyboard and turning it on. The tall man sat down and began to improvise, he let his voice go soft.
"I can feel you breathing." He took a breath as he sang "With your hair on my skin. As we lie in the deep of our-" he stopped abruptly as he heard the door open. He looked up, no one ever came in his room during break, lunch or after school. It was an unspoken rule between the staff and students. John.
John blushed as the teacher narrowed his eyes at him "Sorry sir I just forgot my pencil case.."
Sherlock turned the keyboard off and stood up, he turned his back on the boy and went to his desk "Get it then."
"Oh you don't have to stop sir.." John went to his desk and took the pencil case "I'd like to hear it actually."
"No." Mr Holmes started moving things around on his desk to make himself look busy.
"Oh ok.." John looked at the teacher, he plucked up the courage and just asked straight out "Why are you embarrassed about your music?"
The teacher stopped, still with papers in his hand, he turned his head and looked at the boy "You have your pencil case."
John blinked in surprise at how cold the teacher's voice suddenly went, how he seemed to have slammed the shutters down to the world. "Yes but, Sherlock-"
The tall teacher raised his eyebrows in questioning, as if he'd never told the boy his name "Mr Holmes."
The sandy haired teenager swallowed "Sorry sir. I'll just go." He quickly stuffed his pencil case into his bag and basically ran out of the room.
Sherlock let a breath out through his nose as he sat down in his chair, he rested his head on his hand where it leant on the desk. He chewed his lip a bit before shaking his head and opening his computer and starting a new composition.
John sighed, he'd only had one lesson with the guy and he'd already fucked up. He'd asked an apparently personal question, then called the teacher by his first name at the wrong time. Great.
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