I Don't Have Friends

by moriartifying

John is a new student at Bart's. He tries to befriend the eccentric and bullied teenage Sherlock. Sherlock, however, doesn't think he can trust John with his heart. With Sherlock on a dangerous path of smoking, drugs, and self harm, can John still save th

2. Chapter 2

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The second time John saw him, he was being taunted.

"Freak! Faggot! No one likes you! You are such a psychopath!" they said cruelly. Sherlock Holmes didn't respond. He simply sat there, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes closed. Detached.

"Leave him alone!" John yelled before he could stop himself. Sherlock's eyes flew open. One of the bullies looked at John with contempt.

"You must be new. Kid, you have to understand that around here, no one talks to Sherlock Holmes. He's a freak. A gay freak. No one likes him."

John stared him down. The bully was about to say something more, but the teacher chose that moment to walk in. All the kids took their seats and Sherlock closed his eyes again.

John sat down in the seat next to Sherlock.

"Why don't you say anything? When they call you a freak?" he asked.

"Because I am one. I'm different. I scare them. I'm a freak." Sherlock Holmes didn't open his eyes. "And I wouldn't sit there if I were you. It's social suicide."

"You're not a freak. And I will sit there. Because you need a friend."

"I don't have friends." Sherlock spit out the word like it disgusted him.

"You must have at least one..." said John uncertainly.

"I. Don't. Have. Friends." he said it slowly, as if he were talking to an idiot.

"Well, then I will be your first." Sherlock finally opened his eyes and turned to look at John. Encouraged he went on. "I'm John-"

"Watson. Yes I know. You have a younger sister who is lesbian and an alcoholic. You own two small dogs with white fur, probably terriers. Your father is in the military and your mother is very absent-minded. You want to be in the military but you also want to be a doctor. So perhaps an army doctor. You moved here from a northern country, most likely because of a traumatic incident at your previous school," Sherlock said, getting up."And that's why they call me a freak. It scared them. And it scared you."

Sherlock simply walked out of class. The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes. And Sherlock Holmes was a long way down the hall before John recovered his wits enough to tell him how amazing that was.