So, hey readers. This idea just popped into my head while I was dreaming, and it stuck with me so I decided to work it out. It's a Sherlock fanfic, but it's also got a lot of OC's in it but it still remains a case Sherlock has to solve. He can't do it without the student's help, though. There will be romantic pairings between the OC students, *warning non-slash as well as slash and femmeslash* but I don't know whether this will be Johnlock or Mystrade or whatever. Or nothing. I'll just see what you guys think. If you like it, leave a comment, or you don't too, I just want to improve. I haven't written any Sherlock before so I'm curious to see how this turns out. Enjoy.
"Did you read it?"
"What? That new post on ? Dan, you know I don't care about that sorta thing."
The girl sighed and blew one blonde hair out of her face. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and big pink lips. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a simple grey sweatshirt.
Her friend opposite her, had hair that was a bit darker blonde, and her eyes were a very light green. She chose a more sophisticated style, chique black trousers, a cream-coloured jacket and neatly painted red nails.
"I'm sorry, all right," the first girl said.
"I didn't mean to bother you, Kate. I just wondered."
Kate straightened her jacket and smiled, "If it's gossip you want, you're better off with Ivy or Stella."
"You have nothing against gossip."
"No, I don't," Kate replied. "You know I don't, Danielle. But this S.K., whoever that is, is being really nasty."
"Aye, of course. But-"
That very second Danielle's phone bleeped. S.K. had updated.
"Anyone we know?" Kate asked.
"It's about Bob!" Danielle exclaimed. "Here, read this!"
Hello dear readers,
I've got a juicy new fact for you.
Y'all must know Bob Vandermost? The guy from 4B who's always so honest and good? Turns out he's not. Poor Bob's so poor, he's stealing everything he can't afford. Which is everything. Don't believe me? Lucky for me I attached a picture...
Good luck in prison, Bob.
And, for you, dear readers, remember;
I am everywhere. And I know everything.
xS.K.
"Bob's a thief?" Danielle gasped.
"I'd rather not believe anything that bastard S.K. says," Kate said.
"But, Kate, there's a picture! Look at it!"
"Shh, don't talk so loud," she warned Danielle. "We're in the damn yard. People will hear us."
"And everyone's checking out the newest update," Danielle sighed. "They'll find out for themselves, I'd say."
A tall blonde girl, a smaller curvy girl, and the shortest, a brunette, joined them at their table.
"Did you read-"
"We did," said Kate earnestly.
"I always knew Bob was a hobo," the tall one said.
"Ivy!" her curvy friend laughed.
"I don't see how that's funny," Kate said crossly.
"Bob's a real good guy, he is," Danielle agreed.
"But what can we do?" said the brunette.
"Dunno, Ruby," the curvy girl shrugged. "The school's been trying to find out who it is for weeks."
"And it's not like we minded before Bob was targeted," Danielle said.
"There's this girl in my brother's class," told Ruby, "Jane. She says she's got a clue."
"Well, so does Rick, this fellow in my sister's class. I don't think either of them know."
"Don't talk like that, Maisie!" Kate said. "No secret can stay buried forever, especially not something like that..."
Maisie stayed silent and idly twirled a blonde tuft of hair between her fingers.
Dani's phone bleeped again and girls at the table tensed.
"Phew, it's only Thomas," she sighed.
"Oooooh Thomas!" Ivy cooed and Dani glared at her.
"He says he's with Bob now. The poor lad's devastated."
"I'd be," Kate muttered.
"Well, not me," said Ivy cheerfully. "If you've got nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear."
Dani laughed.
"I believe the phrase is 'you've got nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide.' And everyone's got secrets."
"And S.K. loves to get them out..." Maisie said. "How d'you think he or she knows all this?"
"Cameras?" Ruby suggested. "Or many people tell secrets to him. Her. I don't know, shim?"
"Isn't Willow with you?" Dani asked.
"Nope," Ruby said. "She's with Bernadette."
"I thought they weren't friends anymore," the blonde girl said with a frown.
Maisie and Danielle exchanged looks that meant nothing to the rest.
The lab was empty and dark, abondoned except for the two boys sitting on the ground.
They were hidden behind one of many desks, and one boy was holding his sobbing friend.
The sobbing boy remover his glasses to wipe his green eyes, only to allow more tears to come.
He had shaggy brown hair and a lean figure, while his friend, though he was shorter, was also more muscley.
"How- how- how did they find out?" the bespectacled one cried. "I've never told anyone. Thomas, I'm so ashamed!"
"It's not your fault," Thomas replied, giving the other an awkward pat on the shoulder. "It's okay, Bob."
Thomas had a freckled face framed by dark blonde hair that was way too long. It reached his shoulders.
"It's not okay!" Bob protested. "My parents-"
"They won't be angry. They know you aren't really well-off."
"But our classmates-"
"4B's a great class," Thomas comforted him. "We've known each other for four years and helped each other through all sorts of stuff. Divorces, homosexuality, abuse, depression..."
That had calmed down Bob a little. He took deep shallow breaths, which gradually become more steady.
"The rest of the school won't be as accepting."
It wasn't a question, just a statement. Thomas' face showed he saw no point in denying it.
"You can't be the only one," he settled with, the most comfortingthing he could think of.
"No, I won't."
Bob didn't have anything else to say. Thomas tried to keep the conversation flowing.
"Teachers will probably take more drastic-"
"So what if they will?" Bob huffed. "No one knows how that bastard operates, how he gets his information, let alone who he is. maybe it's more people. They know nothing, and S.K. knows everything."
"Okay, maybe teachers won't be able to do anything," the blonde boy admitted. "Maybe this is more of a police thing."
"The police will arrest me for stealing, and will most likely only look at what's on the website than pay attention to who's putting it there."
Bob and Thomas both stayed silent for a while, Bob wiping the last tears and finale regaining control.
Then he suddenly jumped up and practically started jumping around the lab.
Thomas was alarmer by this sudden change in emotion, got up as well and pointedly asked, "What?"
"Sherlock Holmes, that's what!"
"Whatlock Who?"
"Sherlock Holmes, Thomas!" Bob said happily. "He's a consulting detective, have you never heard of him?"
"Now you mention it..." said Thomas, "his name's popped up in the paper a few times, hasn't it?"
"Yep. The Reichenbach case, his fake fall... you know. He's incredibly famous. Stella, Jenny and Louise love his blog, well, it's Dr. Watson's blog, but it's about Holmes. They adore the man."
"And Danielle doesn't?"
Bob laughed, and Thomas was happy to see him cheer up again.
"You know her, Thom, Danielle is more fond of fiction than fact."
The blonde boy remained silent, subconsciously wiggling his hair.
"What is it?"
Thomas shrugged.
"Nothing, it's just-"
"You don't believe someone can be that good?"
I think I need to see it for myself first, Thomas thought, but he wasn't going to trouble Bob with those thoughts.
It was important for Bob to have faith right now.
Thomas himself was still worried. How many more of his friends would he have to comfort? How many more secrets would be revealed?
The bell rang.
"Jenny? Jenny?" a skinny girl with frizzy brown curls said, snapping her fingers. "God, she doesn't even hear me! Louise, she doesn't hear me!"
Louise went for the direct approach; she punched the dreamy girl in the back.
"Au! Louise, what did you do that for?" she said crossly, rubbing her shoulder.
"Stella was talking to you just now," Louise replied dryly, revealing her ear behind her thick brown mane and plugging in one purple earplug.
Jenny smiled innocently, still crouched in front of her locker, mumbling an apology.
She blew a perfect chocolate-coloured curl out of her face and continued trying to stuff her things in her bag.
Jenny was a tiny skinny thing with a caramel skin and light blue eyes.
"Sorry, Stell, what were you saying?"
"I was talking about Sherlock's last case," Stella said, twirling a fuzzy tuft between her fingers.
Stella was if possible even skinnier than Jenny, but taller and with a larger head. Stella had not always been this slim, so her head looked out of propotion with her body.
Her skin was red and irritated most of the time, she had thin lips, small grey-blue eyes and no eyebrows, but Stella had a photographic memory and scored top marks.
"The one he didn't solve?" Louise said. "I only like the ones he's solved."
Louise was perhaps the odd one out, curvy and with an ear piercing. Her brown hair was dyed, red was coming back in places, but she had the most stunning almond-shaped green orbs.
She wasn't nearly as obsessed with him as Stella and Jenny, but at least twice as obsessed as she dared to admit.
"Especially the two with Moriarty," she added as an afterthought.
Jenny had finally managed to pack her things so the three of them trotted on to French class.
"How cool would it be if Sherlock and John came to our school?" Stella said.
Sure, Louise thought, and when you, Jenny, Dani and I leave school we'll all go to study in New York.
"That'd be awesome!" Jenny said, nearly half as gullible.
"Why would he ever come here, though?" Louise wondered.
"He would surely be able to figure out who S.K. is," Stella suggested.
"And do you think he'd be interested in a petty highschool blog?"
"It's not petty," the tallest girl objected. "You saw how everyone was acting towards Bob in the break."
"It's petty to Sherlock, though, 'cuz he's used to serial killings and consulting criminals."
The three of them were the first to arrive in class, so Louise just took her seat and waited for Dani to join her.
The trio had officially been a quartet, except for the fact the three of them had never been a group.
It was always Dani and her, together with Jenny and Stella.
No, not a quartet. Two duo's in an uneasy pact. Though, when they weren't all annoying the shit out of each other, they could have quite a bit of fun really.
Tension arose again when Dani and Maisie entered arm in arm, and Louise could just feel Stella trying to murder Dani by glaring.
Dani, however, took it in her stride, flopped down next to Louise and grinned, "If looks could kill..."
Louise chuckled and opened her book, lazily flipping to the page they'd had to study.
"Did you do it?" she whispered.
"What d'you think?"
"Why do I even bother asking?"
"So," the blonde girl said pointedly, "did you do it?"
"Why do you think I asked if you knew it?"
The girls laughed in unison.
"I heard you lot were talking about Sherlock," Dani chatted, her fingers tracing the line of her phone in her pocket. "Lemme guess, Stella thinks the S.K. thing can bring him here?"
"Spot on," Louise smirked.
"Seriously, Louise, sometimes I feel like you're the only sane one around here," the blonde girl sighed. "Excluding me, of course."
"Including you," the brunette corrected her.
"Ah, perhaps you're right."
Dani's tone was suddenly so sad it drew Louise's attention. Her friend's blue eyes were fixed on Willow.
Then she suddenly snapped her head back toward the blank white board and muttered, "Sherlock, yes."
"Hmm?"
"Sherlock won't come unless someone gets murdered, I guess," Dani explained, a little louder.
"Don't tell Stella," Louise grinned mischievously. "If Sherlock desires a corpse, she'll be glad to put it there." Dani laughed so hard their teacher glared at her.
"Est-ce que quelque chose drôle?" the teacher asked, pursing her lips.
Louise and Dani stared at each other, before the latter replied in a perfect accent, "Non, non, Ce n'est pas drôle. Excuse-moi, madam. "
Louise let her eyes scan the classroom. Bernadette, Jesse and Bob were the only ones paying attention if only to fix their awful grades, next to Sabrina and Chloe, who accepted nothing lower than a B. Like, never.
Angel was braiding her hair again, and Louise clenched her fist.
Angel went to the hairdresser once a year, and washed her hair once a fortnight. It resulted in a dry, smelly frizzy monster on her head, but Angel was always braiding it. She could make fifty braids a lesson.
It drove Louise round the bent.
Then she spotted Dani making sticking out two fingers and moving them up and down, like scissors. Louise chuckled once more.
She then resumed her 4B X-ray. Freddie and Oliver were once again having a little bitch-fight, teasingly slapping each other without doing any serious damage.
Ella was scratching her head with one head and taking sloppy notes with the other.
Stella was working ahead with her eyes narrowed to slits in concentration, Willow was sketching, Frank and Chris were listening to music, Olivia was chatting-
Louise's phone gave a buzz synchronizedly did Dani's.
Dani arched her blonde eyebrow's, mumbling, "That's a coincidence."
Louise eyed the teacher to be sure, but Mrs. French ( having forgotten her actual name ) didn't bother explaining anymore so she had just written homework on the board and was now browsing for God knows what.
Coast clear, thought Louise, getting out her phone and Reading the text.
Pour mes chèries Danielle et Louise,
Je suis votre ami. Vous voulez être mes amies?
xoxo S.K.
Dani and Louise stared at each other, knowing they got the same message.
Without even bothering to translate, Louise breathed, "It knows we're in French class."
"It?"
"Yeah, it. As in, person of undetermined gender."
"It's a guy," Dani whispered, anxiously looking around. "'Je suis votre ami'. See, ami's written without an e at the end."
"I never thought you could use grammar for deductions," Louise said, laughing nervously.
"It's not a deduction, I just noticed."
"Never mind," the brunette continued, looking at the text again. "What's it saying?"
"He asks us to be his friend," Dani said quickly, as if it were unimportant. "Is this the first time he reaches out to people seperately? Or had S.K. more friends running around?"
"It's friendship he's after?"
"An alliance, more likely," Dani mused. "We give him information, in exchange for- aye, protection."
"So," Louise said, breathing unevenly, "we spill our guts to him, or we'll be in the next post, is that it?"
There were again two buzzes, and the next text read:
Oui, exactement, mademoiselles.
xS.K.