Name: His Weird Ways
Summary: John gets to know Sherlock and over time uncovers his quirks.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
John never liked bullies. He never liked sitting idly by as someone was bullied either. This time it was different, the kids didn't hide or cower as they saw the big kid get up and make his way over to the weird kid in the back of the room. They laughed when he and his cronies pushed the books off his desk. He was angry when one of the minions flicked the boy's face as he glared at them from his desk in the back corner of the room. He was filled with rage as the biggest one, the leader, punched the boy across the face. Getting up he went over to them and shoved them away. The class fell silent, waiting, watching, knowing what came next. John knew what was going to happen before he even made his move, he had been through this before. John blocked the punch and landed one of his own to the blubbery stomach of the bully. He coughed and gasped, staggering backwards. The class looked on with wide eyed stares. They scrambled to their seats as the teacher called that class was about to start. John wondered when she walked in but he sat down in the desk next to the boy. The raven haired kid had grown a black eye and it was a big puffy dark blob marring his perfect features. Porcelain skin and icy blue eyes, he was all angles and his curly black hair offset his pale features nicely. John was thankful the teacher didn't make him introduce himself to the class as he was a new student and got right into teaching when the bell rang. When lunch time came John found an empty table to sit at and eat in quiet. He was busy munching on his homemade sandwich when the boy from before came up. He out his tray of food down and sat at the other side of the round table. They ate in silence for a while before the boy looked up at John. Those piercing blue eyes were so penetrating and intelligent, John found it unsettling and the small hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt a shiver rise up in hum but he pushed it back down as he held the intense gaze, determined not to be the one to look away first.
"Thank you." The boy said simply before returning to his food.
"Don't mention it." John said with a kind smile as he finished off his sandwich.
"You shouldn't have done it." The boy continued talking.
"Well it wasn't your bloody decision so you can just shut the hell up." John bit back angrily.
"Mr. Watson." The teacher snapped at him with a glare. John gazed back sheepishly before she led him to the hall. "Language like that will not be permitted. Also I saw your altercation with the other students and I will be reporting this to the principal." She barked. John just stood there glaring at his shoes as if they had personally offended him. John went with her to the principal and she explained what she saw happen. "I witnessed Mr. Watson punch another boy in the stomach then at lunch he used vulgar language." She reported with her nose in the air as if she had authority here.
"What do you have to say for these accusations?" The principal asked turning to John.
"He tried to hit me first I was simply responding. Also, the altercation happened at the beginning of the day so why don't you ask the teacher why she didn't report such a heinous act immediately." John said looking evenly at the principal. He turned to Miss Adler expectantly. She sputtered like a fish for a moment before regaining her composure.
"I wanted to give him a second chance because he's new here." She said clearly happy with her excuse.
"Miss Adler, you must know that attacking another student is punished in any school so that defense is not going to cut it. Mr. Watson, do you have anything further to say?" He said and when John shook his head in the negative he continued. "Well then as your defense held up for the fight we will let that slide. As for the language, what words did you use?"
"I told another student to shut the hell up." John offered.
"Is that all?" He persisted and when John nodded he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Then get back to class or lunch or wherever you are now. Miss Adler, we will talk about this later." He said nodding to the door as the two left.
"This isn't over." She hissed before stalking off back to class.
"I'm sure it isn't." John said ambling slowly down the hall. Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. He was about to warn the person to take their hand off when he was spun around to face his aggressor. The bully from earlier. His two minions had the raven haired boy pinned roughly against the lockers.
"How about you and your boyfriend go for a little trip." He said throwing John into the lockers. John slumped to the ground and coughed. "See you next fall." He purred into John's ear as a punch was landed to his face. John felt the swelling begin to mar his face and he put his hands up in defense. The boy picked John up off the ground and he heard a locker open. He was shoved roughly inside and the door was slammed. He heard them laughing and a slap rang through the air. He heard words like fag and freak along with others. John growled and punched the door with all his might. It was awkward to punch with no momentum from such little space to move but he managed to punch and kick the door open. When it was finally open he leapt on the leader's back. He had his arms around the chubby boy's neck as he spun around flailing to free himself as his face turned red then purple then blue. John let go as he fell to the ground passed out. He turned to the minions who instantly ran, fleeing with their leader gone. Then his glare landed on the boy. He was slumped against the lockers with his head down. His shaggy hair covered his face at the angle but John moved closer. The boy flinched away instinctively but John moved closer slowly. He reached out a hand to help the boy up and when the boy didn't take it he instead crouched down in front of him.
"I've met freaks and trust me kid, you're not one." John said trying to be reassuring.
"Yes I am. I'm proud of being different." The boy said swelling and glaring up into John's eyes. "Being normal is so dull." He spat the words.
"Well I suppose I didn't need to help you this time either?" John snapped as he got up and began walking back to class. He heard a bitter laugh and then grunting as the boy got up and chased after him.
"You didn't but you did anyway. You've got good morals. You're a good person. My name's Sherlock." The boy said shyly.
"Well Sherlock, you have a weird way of saying thank you." John said angrily.
"I've got a weird way of doing everything." Sherlock responded with a bitter laugh.
"Your shoe's untied." John said. Sherlock looked down and cursed. Grabbing the trails of shoelace he was being followed by he shoved them into his shoe before catching up to John. John sighed heavily before stopping and turning to Sherlock. Bending down he tied Sherlock's shoe. Sherlock personally felt that John was tying it too tight but having John at that level was enough to keep him quiet. Sherlock was taller by about a head but John was buff. The little blond had a nice tan and well sculpted muscles. His lips were begging to be kissed and his hair needing to be tousled. John just had that come and get me look to him; at least Sherlock saw it that way. He knew most of the girls agreed with that assessment by the way they would stare. John stood back up and began walking without even a word. They got to class and didn't speak. John sat next to Sherlock in every class but they never said a word. It was interesting to have people sit near him, especially when it was voluntary and Sherlock began enjoying it. When girls used to sit by hum he would hate it, they were annoying and weird. Boys were usually the same reaction; Sherlock considered himself a-sexual but then he saw John. John was pleasant to have around. Sherlock made a mental note to keep the little blond savior close as he got to know him. Sherlock would crack the riddle that was John Watson.
