Charles seemed genuinely surprised. "Into the labs?" he repeated, and Scott nodded. John sighed, already knowing who the intruder was, but the other two men ignored him.

"Alright, John, we'll continue this conversation later, and you can tell me your decision then." Charles decided, before turning back to Scott. "Scott, go down to the labs, find this person and bring them to me."

"Can I come along?" John asked. Scott turned his glassed gaze to him, and raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by the sweater wearing man in front of him.

"And who might you be?" he asked. John gritted his teeth, he started to dislike the man.

"I am Dr. John Watson, former Captain of the fifth Northumberland fusiliers." He said, rising from his seat. He took on his military stance to make up for what he lacked in height. The two glared at each other until Charles cleared his throat.

"Scott, take Dr. Watson with you." He told Scott, and the man muttered an agreement.

Scott walked out of the room, motioning for John to follow. As soon as they were out of the professor's sight, Scott started to run. John resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was trained in the military , and he had maintained his stamina by chasing criminals through the backstreets of London with Sherlock. If the mutant in front of him really thought he could shake John off by bursting into a sprint, he was wrong.

John almost missed the door Scott slipped through. The other side of it was completely different from the hallway they had been in before. Instead of the warm colour of wood, they were surrounded by white lights and metal doors, and John had the feeling he'd walked straight in to a science fiction movie. They moved through the maze of corridors in silence until Scott opened one of the metal doors.

The X on it split, and John tried not to snort, which earned him a glare. He couldn't help it though, why did it all have to be so dramatic?

Behind the door was the lab Scott had been talking about. John knew he was gaping, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd been in a lot of laboratories, but this one was different. Bart's lab was quite upscale, but the equipment and devices here were way more advanced. Besides the standard equipment, there were devices that John had never seen before, and he got the idea that most of it was made just for this laboratory.

Between all those appliances stood a tall men with messy dark curls and a wicked smile on his face. Sherlock was exploring everything he could lay his hands on, and he looked like a child in a candy shop. John laughed softly, which caught his friend's attention.

"Ah, John, there you are. How did your conversation with Charles Xavier go?" Sherlock asked without looking up.

"Quite well, actually, until Scott stormed in. How long did it take them to discover you here?" John asked. Sherlock shrugged. About 35 minutes. They are slower than Mycroft." He replied.

"You know this man, Dr. Watson?" Scott interrupted sounding irritated.

"Yes, I do. Scott, this is my flatmate Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, this is Scott..." John trailed off, he didn't know Scott's surname.

"Scott, yes." Sherlock stated, taking in every detail he could see. "Definitely a mutant, something with your eyes, something dangerous, if you hide them. Laser eyes? You're here because you've got nowhere else to go. You're in love with somebody, but she died. You're a teacher, although you don't have the enthusiasm to do so anymore-" a warning glare from John stopped Sherlock mid deduction. "Not good?" he asked.

"Bit not good, Sherlock." John sighed, watching Scott, who had turned pale, and looked ready to attack the detective. "I'm sorry Scott, he's always like this." John apologized half heartedly.

"Whatever." Scott snapped, before turning around and walking back the way he and John came from. "Get him out of our labs, bring him to the professor. I'm sure you can handle this freak." He called over his shoulder. John cringed slightly at the familiar nickname, but Sherlock wasn't too bothered.

"That's rich, coming from a mutant." The detective sneered before the door closed again.

"We really need to work on your social skills, Sherlock." John sighed, leaning against one of workbenches. Sherlock paused whatever it was what he was doing and looked up.

"You don't like him either." He pointed out.

"I know Sherlock, but he's one of the teachers here, and we shouldn't make enemies." John replied.

"You are staying then?" Sherlock asked, although they both knew the answer.

"Yes, you can too, if you want too. We should probably go to Charles though." John answered, before walking towards the door. Sherlock quickly followed, and together they made their way back to the office.

Charles had been impressed by Sherlock's deducing abilities, and the fact that the detective had gotten into the lab, and hadn't bothered trying to hide it. Sherlock had just shrugged and asked if he could have access to all labs and training rooms. Charles had smiled and agreed quickly.

"I guess that means you've made your decision John?" He asked the shorter man out of the two. John smiled and nodded. "Alright. You should ask Ororo if she can show you a free room after dinner. Everything else was sorted out surprisingly quickly, and after their meal with the other inhabitants of the school, Sherlock and John were on their way too their shared room, following a woman with short white hair who had introduced herself as Ororo Monroe, or Storm, if they wanted to call her that.

The room was nothing like 221B, but John could see charm of the place, the wood gave the room a cosy look. He dropped his bag on the left bed, and unzipped it to put his things in one of the wardrobes. Sherlock flopped down on the other bed, and he sighed contently.

"This place is full of mysteries John, there is so much to explore and examine." He told his flatmate, a childish grin on his face. John turned to look at Sherlock.

"This place or the people here?" he asked.

"Both." Sherlock answered after hesitating for a moment. John chuckled happily, and Sherlock soon joined him.

"I know you want to experiment with the mutations," John started, and he smiled as he saw the twinkle in his best friends eyes. "You can use my DNA, or cells, or whatever you need, just leave the students alone, alright?" Sherlock seemed to consider the cons off promising something like that, but he remembered what John had said about making enemies in this place an hour or so prior.

"I promise."

"Alright. Let's catch some sleep, the jetlag is starting to catch up with me." John yawned.

"My body doesn't need as much sleep as yours John." Sherlock protested half-heartedly.

"Whatever, I'm sure you could use a kip as well right now." John muttered, crawling in to his bed after changing into his pyjamas.

"good night John." Sherlock said before flicking off the lights.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews and favourites. I don't really know what way I'm going with this, but I like this idea so much. (and I'm heavily denying the existence of season 3) If you want to ask something, don't hesitate to pm me, and I'll react to reviews to of course. (Thank you guest :P)