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Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use and some homophobia.

Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good

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Chapter 3- Engage

Sherlock's isolation period was extended, maybe for extra punishment, maybe just to see if they could get his stoicism to crack. He had wanted to see John after school for the days he'd been away but the shorter boy was grounded for breaking something that, to be honest, no one was really bothered about.

A week later Mr Domes gave up on isolation. He allowed Sherlock back into lesson on the understanding that he would 'behave like a nicer, normal boy' yeah right. Like that was ever going to happen.

When the taller boy waltzed in and sat next to his only friend, John's face lit up like the sun "Sherlock!"

The teacher hissed at them to shut up with their big reunion and to listen carefully to a boring lesson about how a leaf is constructed.

The boys didn't listen as usual, they whispered to each other quietly "Hi John."

"I thought I'd never see my hero again." John smiled whilst looking at the teacher, pretending to listen.

"Stop calling me a hero... But yes, here I am, the great and amazing Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock winked cheekily.

John thought to himself 'Oh god yes you are great and amazing. And sexy. And cute. And perfect. And and and...' "Oh good. Well... I missed you. School is boring and slow without you."

"Oh... Well I missed you too John." Sherlock nodded once.

John stared with a smile at the desk for a bit, 'he missed me. Sherlock Holmes missed me!' "Uhm I was wondering..." He trailed off.

"Finish your sentence please John." The taller boy tapped his fingers on his thighs in a rhythm.

John glanced at the fingers and swallowed a little before looking back at his friend "I was wondering if you... Would like to do something- after school?"

"Yes I would like to. What do you have in mind?" Sherlock looked back.

"Uhm, I have an Xbox, we could play on that? Or football... Or something?" The shorter boy winced at his awkwardness.

"Mhmm... Well I'll come over, and we can see what happens?" Sherlock smiled.

"Yeah sure!" John grinned.

"You two! Quiet!" The teacher shouted at them from the front.

There was a whisper from someone in the row in front "Shut the fuck up lover boys. No one wants to know about your butt sex anyways."

John grimaced and squirmed uncomfortably, whereas Sherlock didn't flinch, just pretended he'd heard nothing.

In sports, which Sherlock had without John, the class was to have a special one off lesson, in fighting and defence. Sherlock rolled his eyes as everyone looked at him because of his fame for the rugby team fight.

They went through some demonstrations and eventually were paired up. The teacher didn't know any of the kids because he was from outside of school. He paired Sherlock with the main boy from the rugby team. The same one Sherlock had beaten up just a week earlier.

The boy shook his head "No sir we can't work-" then he stopped and smirked at Sherlock.

The dark haired boy looked back with slightly narrowed eyes but he said nothing. No one else in the class said anything either, they wanted to see if anything would kick off.

"Don't worry I'll be watching." The teacher nodded "Now, Matt, engage."

Sherlock looked down at the other boy for a second, he knew the other boy's game. Matt would beat him up, in front of the whole class and teachers, but he'd make it look as if it was part of the fight lesson, all under control.

The boy quickly took Sherlock into an arm lock behind his back and pushed him onto the floor. Sherlock decided not to fight back. He smirked as he began pushing Sherlock's arm further up his back, creating an excruciating pain in his shoulder.

The other boy grit his teeth to fight the pain.

Out of view, Matt dug his knee into the inside of Sherlock's knee, pressing hard so it hurt.

Sherlock growled "Sir-"

"It's fine Sherlock, he's just demonstrating a fight move." The teacher smiled and shrugged.

Matt smirked before digging his other out of sight knee into his prey's lower back. Grinding it slightly to intensify the pain.

Sherlock wasn't going to admit the pain. He was too proud. Matt had him and that was that.

The attacker still bent Sherlock's arm further up his back, way beyond where it should be.

The teacher spotted some other kids doing it wrong and walked off.

Matt smiled slyly and bent down, he whispered in Sherlock's ear "I've got you now, faggot."

"Well done." The taller boy growled back.

The boys were on a mat so they didn't get hurt as much. Matt lifted his weight a bit and pushed Sherlock so his face was off the protective mat. He used his free hand to push down on his head, scraping it on the gym floor.

Sherlock closed his eyes and screwed up his face. He gasped when he felt his face being cut open where it rubbed on the floor. He detected the material. Glass? Why was there glass on the gym floor? Oh yeah, Tom had smashed a light fitting the day before. It obviously hasn't been cleaned up properly.

Matt had Sherlock's curls grasped firmly in his hands, he ground Sherlock's face into the floor while no one was looking "Do you like it?" He knees were still in the same places, his other hand nearly dislocating Sherlock's shoulder. He looked down at the boy for a response and stopped, wide eyes. There was smudges of blood all over the floor and Sherlock's eyes were closed. He stared silently for a few seconds before he let go and jumped off. He couldn't speak.

Sherlock felt the boy's weight lift and took his chance. He ignored his pain and scrambled up, he ran off the best he could before the teacher could shout to him.

Matt stared at the blood smudges on the floor, mixed with the glass he had no idea they were there. Oh well. The boy wasn't dead, and he'd learnt his lesson. The teacher asked him where Sherlock was and he shrugged "He had a nose bleed and left."

Sherlock stopped in the changing room, blood on his face and pain in his shoulder, arm, back and knee. He texted John-

Boys changing room.

SH

John frowned at his pocket where his phone had just vibrated. Well the teacher wasn't looking, so he checked it and typed back.

What about it?

I'm there. Can you come?

SH

John licked his lips, this all sounded rather mysterious.

Yeah hold on

He asked to go to the toilet and was allowed. He headed down to the changing room and went in carefully "Sherlock?"

The tall boy looked up at his friend with a slight smile.

"Oh god." John ran over to him "Your cheek is shredded, Jesus Christ!"

Sherlock's cheek was cut several times, blood dripping down. "Mhmm... And my shoulder, arm, knee and back hurt."

"Who did it?! And how did they get away with it?" The shorter boy grabbed some tissue paper and pressed it to the cuts.

"Matt. Made it look like a controlled fight we were doing in sports." Sherlock winced slightly.

"God Sherlock that's horrible!" The shorter boy was dabbing away the blood as he looked at the other boy's body, there were no obvious injuries but his arm looked out of place, and there was probably a lot of inner pain.

"Mhmm... I'll be fine." Sherlock smiled a little at his friend, reassuring him he'd be ok.

"Hmm you should report it." John held the tissue on the soft cheek, stopping the blood.

"What? And get called a snitch or whatever? No I'm not reporting it John." The dark haired boy liked the feeling on his cheek actually. It felt caring and protective.

"Hmm ok... But if he attacks you again.." The shorter boy was still worrying about his friend.

"He won't attack me again John. He could only do it in controlled set up conditions. Any other time he knows that I'd just attack him like I did before." Sherlock shrugged and flexed his arm to try and fix it back into place.

"I guess..." John moved the tissues then stroked gently down the cheek with his thumb. 'Good god that feels amazing'

'Oh wow that feels nice.' Sherlock leaned slightly into the touch before it was pulled away. He shook his head a little "You'll just have to look after me." He smiled softly.

"Yeah I will, don't worry your pretty little head." John giggled before he realised what he'd said and stopped.

Sherlock smiled a little but said nothing. John said he had a 'pretty little head'. That made him feel... Happy?

"Are we just gonna skive here now?" John grinned cheekily.

"Yeah if you like. No one will be here for ages. Time alone." The taller boy smirked as he looked around the changing room full of the other boys' stuff. "Hey... D'you want to... 'Prank' them?"

Time alone! Sherlock had said time alone with him was good... Oh that made John feel so happy, that someone wanted to be alone with him. Wait... Pranking? "Like what?"

"Hmm... Well all their stuff is here, their clothes, bags.." Sherlock smirked at the power.

"Don't steal anything!" The shorter boy looked a bit shocked.

"Ugh I won't, just.. Hold on I'll show you." The dark haired boy stood up and grabbed some of the other boy's bags. He mixed them all up. He did the same with their clothes.

"Sherlock!" John couldn't stop giggling though, it would be great to watch all the boys searching for their stuff and arguing.

Sherlock found Matt's bag and clothes and smirked "Oooooh" he took the boy's trousers and slowly ripped them where Matt's crotch and arse would be.

"God! Sherlock!" John jumped up and grabbed the trousers, he looked at them then, back at Sherlock, then back at the trousers and burst out laughing. "Ok ok he deserved it. But no more!" He threw the trousers down.

"Fiiiiiine. Hmm I need to change back to uniform. Hold on." The taller boy went over to his own stuff and took his shoes off.

John swallowed a little, trying not to look too much. Maybe if he just sneaked a peek...

Sherlock took his sports t shirt off and tried to stretch so the pain would reduce. "Aaaaah"

The shorter boy glanced at his friend. Dear god. His body. 'ASFGHJKL' was the only thought that came to John's mind, that and then 'look away quickly before you stare too long, he sees you, or you get a boner or something'. He did as he told himself.

Sherlock took his sports shorts off, so he was stripped to his boxers. He turned to John "What lesson were you in by the way?"

John looked back and regretted it. Holy fuck. There was a God stood before him. He managed to form a word in reply "Geography.."

"Oh, boring." The taller boy turned back and took his shirt. He started trying to put it on but groaned and winced before stopping half way. He turned back to his friend "I.. Ugh I'm stuck" he blushed "Could you- help me?"

John swallowed and nodded. He walked over, Jesus Christ he was walking over to a basically naked Sherlock. "Yeah hold on..." His hands shook a little as he pulled the white shirt over his friend's shoulders "Buttons too?"

"Please." Sherlock smiled bashfully "Thanks."

"Ok" John smiled back and started with the lowest button on the shirt. Oh god it was close to the boy's crotch. He licked his lips as he worked his way up the buttons, up and up that wonderful chest and perfect skin. He reached the top button and dared to look at Sherlock. The taller boy was staring at him with a piercing look. They were so damn close! John froze mid buttoning and was lost in those eyes for a second, his mouth involuntarily opening a little. He stayed like that for a second, still with his fingers on the button, before blinking and clearing his throat and looking away. He finished the button and pulled away. "Mhmm.. Yep. Buttons done."

Sherlock seemed to broke his own reverie and nodded "Yeah, thanks, I'll uhm try my trousers alone." He took the trousers and sat down so it was easier to pull them on.

John watched as the boy managed the trousers. 'What just happened? We were so close... And so.. Intimate? I was lost in those eyes. Jesus Christ those eyes...' He thought to himself.

Sherlock put his socks and shoes on before he grabbed his bag and stood up "Come on, they'll be here soon." He smiled cheekily at his friend

The shorter boy nodded and smiled back "Yeah. Of course, ok we'll go mhmm." He turned to leave and started walking. Sherlock matched his step and they walked out together.

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