Hello! And welcome to chapter one of our Johnlock college AU. Please do enjoy. This is written by my lovely girlfriend and I (Enterprise-NCC-1701-A).
DISCLAIMER: We do not own any of these characters.
The drive to the new college, named Baker Academy, was a long a tedious journey for 16 year old John Watson. He could not yet drive, so he had to have his parents drive him down. The college itself was based upon Victorian design, and John was sure many people, like himself, would find the architecture beautiful and grand. Upon arrival he found himself bombarded with slips, notes and his girlfriend, Irene. His father, an old timely veteran of war, nodded John goodbye before dismissing himself. His mother, on the other hand, took the liberty of crying in front of the entire college and flinging herself onto poor John. He made unwelcome 'goodbyes' and 'farewells' and traded mobile numbers with his sister, whom he did not expect to show up.
Aiming to get a start on the year, John decided to start conversing with other students; he has never been good with the whole 'social life business' but he had convinced himself that he would get at least two friends. He spotted a girl, only five feet away from him, who had been abandoned by her family already. She wasn't too pretty, but no means ugly, with her mousey brown hair and matching eyes. As he leant over to introduce himself Irene stumbled in front of him.
"What were you going to do John? Get her mobile number?!" She stuttered rudely.
"Not here Irene, it our first da-"
"Oh, hushing me now, are we?! Am I not good enough for you now?!" She added, her voice began raising. John began blushing violently before she caught wind of the situation and shut up. She caught John by his hand and he was dragged away by Irene to Hall One. Unlike most colleges available in the city of London, Baker Academy was filled with two halls, one for assemblies and one for exams, 59 classrooms, including laboratories and kitchens, and a fully equipped student accommodation area, which was separate from the classroom block.
On the way to Hall One, John marvelled at the high ceilings and the care taken in the architecture. Irene became quickly annoyed with John as all of his attention was not placed directly onto her. She, from John's view, was a tall, beautiful young woman with a bright personality and a different view of life. However, in other people's eyes she had a criminal perspective on things. Her mind was very fast to act, and she got her head around problems almost instantaneously. This often lead to people becoming threatened by her grandeur and most would go to lengths to avoid eye contact with her. Yet also, eye contact with this creature would mean having a frightful battle of the minds and will power.
Within two minutes and twenty-six seconds (calculated by the lovely Irene), John and his companion his 'better half' arrived at Hall One. Here they were told where their dorm rooms were and were then given an appropriate key, and a starter pack for conduct and rules that were in place at the college.
"Room 221 B. The 'B' is for the boys segment of the school. If we find you sneaking off to the girls side to find your dashing lady friend," the man pointed creepily at Irene whilst pausing to think, "you shall find out what the consequences are when you cross that line." The man continued to drone on about various school rules and where to find certain classrooms before John politely dismissed himself.
Throughout the journey to 221B John was greeted by almost every member of staff, as if to lure him into a false sense of security. He was a man, if you can call him that, he was a sixteen year old with the height of a fourteen year old, who never became overwhelmed or amazed easily; however, he walked round the school in complete awe, but tried to hide it. he wasn't very good at this, and perhaps it was the gaping mouth that showed this. He arrived at a corridor lined with doors. 223. 222. ahh, 211. finally, he thought to himself with a big sigh. He had reached his final and probably only destination for the day. Inside the dorm room, he heard a distant yelp, a faint spill of a liquid and a piece of paper ripping furiously. John entered the room cautiously, passing the beds, not noticing that already both beds one the right was piled high with all of the other man's belongings. The man cursing in the corner of the room was tall, at least 6 foot tall, with sharp, high cheekbones, a bizarre posture (as he was very straight backed, stood tall, and puffed out his chest), and a mop of curly black hair on top of his head.
"Sherlock Holmes, and you are?" The man inquired somewhat rudely.
"John Watson, nice to meet you." John tries to ignore the hostility in the newly named Sherlock's rough voice. Sherlock huffed and quickly zoned out of the world and back into his miniature experiment consisting of a knife, some flesh like substance, which actually happened to be ferret's heart, and a blue liquid. "Is that even allowed?" John inquired worriedly, he did not want to get kicked off on his first day because of some arrogant and self-indulgent room mate. Sherlock gave a head movement of some description and John knew just to leave the man alone.
John attempted to start to unpack his stuff after removing Sherlock's "items" (which were plentiful and diverse in nature) onto the other bed. Without turning his head Sherlock muttered, "do be careful. My sock index is within that lot, and I do wish you to be very careful with it." After emptying the bed, two drawers and a time-forgotten desk he started putting various items away. Three bountiful cases later, he had completed his first task.
"Hello boys," a decrepit, grey haired man walked in. "I am Professor Zuchken. I am the head of your year, which I believe is 12." Then the man started to rant on about various timings such as lunch, breakfast and dinner. John at least tried to act interested, whereas Sherlock looked the man up and down briefly before turning back to his work, muttering all the while. Professor Zuchken left, closing the door as if he had a thousand times, (which, let's be honest, he has) and Sherlock merely muttered, "sex addict," casually before turning to face John. He looked dumbfoundedly back at the man who just accused a man of authority of being a sex addict.
Thanks for reading chapter one! More chapters should be coming shortly.