Sherlock
Sherlock sat in the back of his older brother's car. The brother in question, Mycroft worked at the school, and was considered an exemplary employee. It was because of this that the BBCW had decided to take on his problematic younger brother. His parents was mostly glad to be rid of him, if only for a few months.
Mycroft sat beside him. He was MUCH too good to actually drive the vehicle himself. Instead, he had a driver. Sherlock observed at his brother out of the corner of his eye. Mycroft hadn't slept at all last night, preparing not only himself and Sherlock, but organising all the other students. There would be interviews, to see where they best belonged. It was a unique part of the school's ideology, and seemed to work very well. However, it was very hard on the staff. Mycroft stared at his phone, eyes red and ringed with black shadows.
Without glancing up, he said, "Now, Sherlock, we are all expecting you to behave yourself."
"Don't I always?" Sherlock said snarkily.
"I'm serious, Sherlock. This is your last chance. No one else will take you, and you still have two years here."
"It isn't important."
"Of course it is. How else are you supposed to get a job?"
"I am going to become a consulting detective. I told you, they don't need a high school degree."
"You made that job up. It does not count in the grand scheme of things."
"Doesn't it?" Sherlock said. "Anyways, I don't want to stay at your boring old school anyways."
"Well, maybe you'll be more inclined to stay if you know a bit of the history."
Sherlock turned sharply to look at his brother. "What do you mean?"
Mycroft smiled secretively. "I must keep some things a surprise. You'll figure it out. "
"Mycroft!" Sherlock snapped.
"Secrets, Sherlock, secrets."
Sherlock huffed, before turning back out the window.
Judging by where he building was, he was about ten minutes away. He smiled slightly. There was something going on. Something hidden underneath what Mycroft was telling him.
And he, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, would get to the bottom of it.
Jenny
"Jenny!" A voice called. Jenny, sprawled on the back seat of the truck, looked up from her laptop. Her uncle sat in the front seat. "We're almost there."
Jenny didn't answer, but turned to look out the window. She could still see the lights of the small town.
"Jenny, answer me when I'm talking to you."
"Sorry, sir," she said, sitting up straighter. "I wanted to see where we were."
"Remember what I did for you, child," he said.
"You never let me forget," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, sir."
"I thought not."
Jenny sighed, and stared back out the window.
"How much longer til we're there?"
"Use your training and guess."
Jenny groaned.
"Do it."
Jenny sighed and glance out the window. "10 minutes out?"
"11. You're getting soft."
"Sorry, sir."
"As you should be," he said, not looking back at her. "I expect you to be on your best behaviour while you are here."
"Don't worry, sir. Ten and Eleven will look after me."
"I don't trust those two. Do you remember what happened to their other friends? The boy and those girls?"
"It was an accident. And it was because of their other brother."
"That family is bad news. Stay away from them. And the correct form of address is 'sir'. Remember your place."
Jenny mumbled, "Yes, sir," before sighing and staring out the window. Eleven minutes till freedom. She just had to survive eleven more minutes. After that, she'd be with the boys who practically raised her before she moved. It would be wonderful to see them again. Counting down the seconds in her head, she found herself grinning at the prospect of having no one controlling her every move. Just a few more minutes, she thought to herself. Survive for just a few more minutes, and you will finally get your adventure.
Castiel
Castiel sat in passenger seat of Anna's 1973 Volkswagen Beetle. His younger brother, Samandriel Alfred, sat behind him and his older sister, Anna, on his left. Anna was too old to be going to the school, but wanted to drive her 'baby' brothers to their new school, and her old one.
Everyone in their family, with the exception of Gabriel, would have gone it the BBCW now. Castiel was going later than usual, and Alfie was going earlier.
"You're both going to be fine," Anna said. "It was some of the best years if my life. Me and Uriel owned that school."
"You forget that both you and Uri were 'popular'," Castiel said putting air quotes around the dreaded word. "I am not."
"You just have to find the right group."
"Yeah, right."
"Michael and Raphael will be working there this year. He'll keep an eye on you."
Castiel nodded.
"Alfie, are you going to know anyone there this year?" Anna asked.
"Only Castiel," the younger boy said. Alfie was always quiet around his older siblings. Except for Castiel.
"You keep an eye on him okay, Cassie?"
"Yes, of course, Anna."
They pulled into dirt parking lot. Anna looked wistfully around, before slowing to a stop. The great double doors of the building were open, and people moved in and out carrying luggage.
"Here we are," she said, stepping out. Alfie groaned from the back seat. Castiel looked back at him, and gave a small smile.
"It'll be fun, Samandriel," he said. "No parents. No older brothers or sisters. Just us."
"You always say that it will be fun, and something always goes very, very wrong."
Castiel shook his head. "Not this time. I will take care of you."
Alfie smiled back, and they both jumped out of the car. Anna had stacked their suitcases by the car.
"This is where I have to leave you. When you get in, someone's going to set you up with an interviewer. Answer everything honestly, and they will assign you roommates that they think will do you the most good," She wrapped her arms around both of them. "I love you both, okay? You make sure to write me. I try and visit you at Christmas. I'll see you soon."
"Goodbye Anna," Castiel whispered in her ear. Anna smiled sadly and walked back to the car. As she started it up, a small line formed behind it. A deep blue jeep. A sleek black car. A dark green truck. And a motorbike, rode by a girl in a bright red dress and black helmet that stood out in stark contrast from each other.
Cas smiled at the mix of colors. His fingers twitched as he thought of his paints inside of of the bag. What a mix they would make, what a portrait.
He couldn't wait to start.
A/N: So, here's it is, next chapter of Storms. Thanks to T. R. Wexler for reviewing. I've been really excited about this story, and I hope everyone will enjoy it. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, but I'm going to try for next Wednesday. See you then!
