So, I know it hasn't been 2 weeks, but when I was telling you that I wouldn't have wifi, I thought we were leaving town that day. But apparently, we didn't. But this time I really might not be able to write for a while, because we're going to our beach house and we don't have wifi there. And I'm really sorry that this isn't as long as I promised, I know, it's shorter than I thought it would be. But hopefully- this time I'm serious- next chapter will be longer! I don't know when I will be able to post it, though.
And one more thing, I know that Mycroft's supposed to be seven years older than Sherlock, but seven years seemed like such a huge age gap to me, considering this is a highschool AU. So in this one there are three years between them. I hope you enjoy this! Reviews are always more than welcome, and they make me happy. Thank you so much if you're reading this! I love you :3
21th of March, 2012 Thursday
Molly literally called my brother and asked what had happened to my face. Why can't she just let go? I've heard my brother yesterday, talking on the phone.
"Oh, Molly, hey, what a surprise… Yeah, well, are you doing better at physics?.. Oh, that's great. I'm glad I helped. Hmm, yeah, well, of course I noticed… No, he won't tell me either… I guess that's how stubborn he is… No, I'm sorry, no idea… Yeah, bye…"
Today when I walked into the school building, I was expecting to find Molly pretty pissed because she couldn't get any information from my brother. But I didn't see Molly anywhere before lunch. I saw her and John sitting together at the cafeteria, and just as I was walking to them, I heard something that made me want to hide and try to listen more.
"You don't know?" John was asking with astonishment.
"No, he didn't tell me. And I called his brother, even he doesn't know. Do you?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Tell me!"
"Molly, I don't know, maybe Sherlock wants to keep it a secret."
"This is about his safety, John, tell me, please."
"Molly, I'm really not sure about-"
"John Watson, tell me. Right now."
"Okay, alright. Do you know Jim Moriarty?"
"Yeah, he's a friend of mine. I watch his basketball trainings every now and then, and we talk, too."
"Well, yeah, it was him."
"It was Jim? Jim Moriarty?"
"Yes, and his two friends."
"Wow, I never expected Jim to do such thing. That's horrible! But, if it was 3 people against one, how did Sherlock get away with only one bruise?"
"I helped, kind of. But Molly, I really think you shouldn't let Sherlock know you know."
At this point, someone accidentally pushed me and I had to walk to them. They saw me coming and John looked at Molly in a way that apparently said 'Don't tell. It's a secret.' Like I couldn't tell.
"Hey, Sherlock," Molly said casually. "What's up?"
"Nothing," I said. "John, can you come to the chemistry lab after the sixth period?"
"Yeah, sure," said John with a curious look. Then he started talking about something completely random.
I found John waiting, his hands in his pockets after sixth period.
"John, what the hell?" I exclaimed once he saw me.
"I'm sorry?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"I heard you and Molly talking at lunch. And well, I've got this one question. Why did you tell her?"
"Tell her about Moriarty?" he said, coming to a realization.
"Yes!"
"Because she wanted to know! And I'm surprised she didn't know yet."
"Now she does, thanks to you."
"Why didn't you want her to know?"
"I don't know, I just didn't."
"Okay, Sherlock, next time you wanna keep something a secret, tell me."
He turned his back and climbed the stairs to his class. I sat there, thinking. Now that Molly knew, she could tell Mycroft. I don't want her to tell Mycroft. She will probably come to talk about this, I can ask her then. And she could also tell Moriarty, which would probably bring me nothing but trouble. And John was asking why I didn't want her to know.
Something also weird happened during dinner. Mom wasn't eating at home for the last couple days, so I could hide from her and she hadn't seen my bruise at all. But today we had to eat dinner together and of course, she noticed. She apparently had noticed before, to my surprise.
"Sherlock, I'm pretending not to notice your bruise since this Monday, but I need to know now. What happened?"
I hesitated for a second, I mean, I couldn't tell my mom about any of this. It was bad enough that Molly knew.
"Um… I.. I.." I started stuttering, looking at the floor. She wouldn't buy the I-fell excuse, so I had to find something original and my time was limited.
"It was me," said Mycroft suddenly. My eyes widened as I turned to Mycroft with pure bewilderment.
"What? You punched your little brother?" Mom was furious.
"I didn't mean to," he said. "Cindy and I broke up, and I was angry. It was because of something really silly. I'm sorry, mom. I already apologised Sherlock."
"Did he?" Mom turned to me.
"I-I-um… Ye-yeah, sure." I was completely shocked and I was having a hard time trying to talk like a normal person.
"Mycroft, you're not getting away with this, I'm gonna talk to you after dinner."
"Okay, mom." Mycroft seemed to be having fun with my astonishment, and I was way too surprised to say anything.
After my mom went to bed, I rushed to Mycroft's bedroom and found him reading a book on his bed.
"What exactly do you think you were doing, Mycroft?"
"Saving you from trouble," he said casually, looking up from his book and giving me a smirk.
"No, hold on. Why?"
"Why not? You may be annoying and arrogant but you're still my brother."
"Do you expect me to believe that?"
He sat up and looked at me for a couple seconds, and then finally asked.
"You don't believe that?"
"Nope."
"Wow, Sherlock, that's sad." He stared at me for another couple seconds and then threw himself back on his bed. I slowly stepped back.
"Well, thanks." I said as I was just about to leave the room.
"No, wait." He said, sitting up again. "Tell me who it really was."
"No, Mycroft, let it go."
"Sherly, you owe me that much. Tell me."
Then I realized why he had taken the blame before. To get some answers, clever. I should've known, though.
"Oh, I see. So that was why you took the blame?" I said, laughing.
"No, Sherlock, why won't you accept that I did it only because I felt like it? I just want to know."
"Okay, fine!" I cried out. "It was Jim Moriarty and two friends of his. If that's enough, I'm going to my room, good night."
Mycroft's face darkened when he heard the name Moriarty, then he looked at me with a worried look.
"Yeah, good night. Be careful, Sherly."
22th of March, 2012 Friday
Today was a whole another story. My bruise is fading away, I look much more normal now, and after that little hesitation three days ago, I didn't really stay away from Molly. Molly is the only friend I have. She's the only friend I had since kindergarten, and I don't want to screw it up. We didn't talk since yesterday at lunch, though. So when today at lunch Moriarty approached, I was eating alone and reading a book. He sat on the chair facing to mine.
"What were you thinking? Telling Molly about what happened?" He said with a smile. Oh, great. Molly probably got pissed at him and they had an argument.
"What are you talking about?" I said, letting out a sigh.
"You shouldn't have told Molly."
"I didn't!" I was really tired and I could barely keep my eyes open, and yet I was dealing with this dumb kid.
"Then who did?"
"I don't know, people talk."
"I'm not buying that."
"Well that's the truth, and I really don't care about whether you believe it or not. So, goodbye."
I got up and started walking towards the cafeteria door.
"I know about Mycroft." He said. I turned back.
"Well, my brother. Good for you."
"No, that's not what I mean. I know about Mycroft. And our dads."
"Um… nice. Bye."
He wasn't making any sense, and I wasn't eager to talking more.
"You don't know?" he laughed. "Wow, that's hilarious."
"Yeah, sure it is." I said, and I started walking again. I overheard him laughing to himself.
I got pretty confused because what he said was absolute non-sense. Dad died in a laboratory accident nine years ago. I was five and Mycroft was eight, I barely even remember the first days.
John showed up just before class, while I was sitting alone in the classrom.
"Hey," he said as he sat next to me.
"Hi," I answered, with a sigh.
"Something wrong?"
"No, nothing at all. So, what are you up to?"
"Nothing. What about you? How's it going with Molly?"
"Well, it's going well, I guess. But what exactly is 'it'?" I said in a confused tone.
"Come on," he laughed. "You know what I mean. Have you guys gone out? To the movies? I don't know, to ice skating?"
"No, why would we go ice skating?" I asked.
John looked at me and sighed. He giggled and I got –once more- confused.
"What now?" I asked in a bored voice.
"You don't know anything about this, do you?"
"About what?"
"I don't know, dating, maybe? Did you ask her out?"
"No, I… haven't."
"Is it because of Moriarty?"
"What? No! I-I didn't know I was supposed to-"
He laughed again and this time he didn't stop for a while.
"Ask her out!" he said. "She likes you."
"She does?"
"Of course she does, don't be silly. Have you not seen her? Of all people, Sherlock Holmes?"
"I guess I haven't…"
He giggled again and walked out as the bell rang. I thought about asking Molly out all day. How was I even supposed to ask her out? How was this done? I knew nothing about it, but I guess I could ask her to come to the movies with me. It's friday, after all, she's gonna be free all weekend. Yes, I can do it tomorrow. I've always got tomorrow.
I also have to ask Mycroft about what the hell Moriarty was talking about. I don't really feel like I can deal with talking to people right now, so I'll leave that to tomorrow, too.
I hope you enjoyed! Thanks again for reading, and please review!
