Our First Times – Johnlock. All of John and Inspired by the 'First Time' tag on YouTube.
Sherlock's firsts together from when they first met. AU. Kidlock, teenlock,
etc.
First Meeting
It was the first day at his new school and John was terrified. The eight year
old clung onto his older sister, begging her to stay. "Please, Harry. Don't
leave me by myself."
In his last school, he got picked on and left out of things because he didn't
like things the other kids did. He liked playing football, but the others
didn't let him play. He used to stay by himself, never really doing much. His
family had moved in the hopes that he would make some new friends and in turn
become happier.
Harry managed to coax him into the building and to the reception desk where she
left him with the receptionist. John
looked up at the woman as she stood up. "You must be John Watson." He nodded.
"Come with me and I'll take you to your classroom." He nodded again. They left
the office room and walked into a long corridor with door and windows either
side. John followed the receptionist to a classroom near the end of the hall.
"Here you go. This is the Year 3 classroom." She pushed the door open and
ushered him inside.
There was an elder lady sat behind a desk whom John assumed was his teacher. He
walked up to her desk timidly and stood quietly. She looked up at him and
smiled. "John Watson?" He nodded. That was becoming a habit. "I'm your teacher,
Mrs Hudson." She stood up and moved around the desk. "You'll be sitting over
here." She led him to a table close to the front of the room. "There's a tray
under the desk that you can put your things in." She pulled it out and showed
him. He nodded. "Thankyou miss." He said quietly. She smiled at him before
walking back to her desk. "You can sit down. Everyone else will be in in a
moment."
It was about three minutes before the rest of his class came into the room.
They were all noisy and boisterous. John looked around, hoping to find someone
he might be friends with. There were a few, but one boy caught his attention.
He was taller than most of the other boys and some of the girls too. He had
dark curly hair and his uniform was smarter than most. He was moving towards
where John was sitting. He looked at John before huffing and sitting beside
him. John smiled at him. "Hello." He waited for an answer. The other boy turned
to him and sighed. "Hello." He said it bluntly, almost as if he didn't really
care. "What's your name?" John asked
him. The other boy sighed. "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. And what about you?"
"I'm John. John Watson." He smiled again. Sherlock nodded. John felt this could
be the start of a new friendship.
