Unbelievable Truths

Summary- Five times throughout a week Sherlock notices a small blond girl in his school. One time he actually deduces her and learns that the world truly is cruel.

Chapter 4:

Little Do You Know

1-

It was Monday -very dreadful day mind you -when Sherlock first noticed the blond girl. He had been walking to his brother's class to bug him for a chocolate eclair when he first saw her. He had never seen her before and assumed she was new to the school. He didn't bother deducing her then and there, he had a more urgent matter to look towards.

He should have known to never assume.

2-

He was in class, it was Tuesday. Sherlock was inexplicably bored with the teachers droning. He ignored the spitball thrown his way, as he sat there. He scanned his eyes across the room doing a once over from his seat in the back corner by the door. He looked to his left - he wondered why, the seats were normally empty - and saw the same blond girl sitting there, her posture picture perfect, her blond locks tied into a single high pony and the ends curled, her fringe sat held in place by a seashell decorated clip. She was kicking her legs off the floor back and forth as she took notes. He wondered what her name was, forgetting about deducing her, though he didn't have to wonder long.

"Janessa, please come and answer the question on the board." He heard say sweetly. She was one of the only people unperturbed by his deductions and therefore liked her. He was wasn't expecting the blond girl -Janessa, his mind supplied- to answer. Yet she did.

"Yes Professor." With those quick and quiet words, Janessa hopped out from behind her desk, black stockings on her legs disappearing below the red and black plaid skirt and under the white flats she wore.

Why are you wearing stockings when it's nearly ninety-five degrees out?

He breifly wondered how he never noticed her before. He again assumed she was a new student, but couldn't help think he's seen her somewhere else - that was not the previous day.

3-

It was Wednsday when Sherlock saw her again.

He was with Mycroft for their shared P.E class that consisted of fencing that day. He was paired up with his brother again and glared at him as they stood in front of eachother at a random place in the gymnasium. He had unarmed his brother -about bloody time he did- and ganered a point. When he looked around the room, he saw her, Janessa disarming her own opponent, one of the boys from his brothers class and year, garnering a point while knocking him to the gorund.

"Brother, do you know whom the girl that knocked down Sebastian Morian is?"

Mycroft looked at his younger brother, seeing the mild intigue about the small blond.

"She's only the third smartest student in this school, First to me, Second to you. The second smartest in your age group aswell, to you of course. Janessa Hilda Watson, she comes from a well off family, and as the oldest is expected to inherit the family wealth." He had made more observations, deductions, but his brother didn't need to hear them. It would be best to let him remain oblivious to how harsh the world truly is.

"So she's been here since the beginning? I had assumed she was a new student."

Mycroft stole a glance at his distracted little brother, his little brother that always deduced first and assumed later.

"You should know to never assume, Sherlock. What would mummy say?"

He noticed the start of his brothers crush on the quiet and shy girl. Yes, he would let his brother find out on his own, but in the meantime, he would speak with mummy about what's to come by the end of the oncomming week and to prepare a room.

Yes, that would be best.

4-

It was Thursady. It was raining. Sherlock and Mycroft walked to school on Thursdays.

Sherlock had decided it was hightime to start deducing Janessa, but he did not see her. She was normally already in the classroom when he got there -which was really early as he showed up with Mycroft who had the student council to worry about- and reading a book -it had been Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen since yesterday.

Yet she was no where to be seen, and when he didn't see her for the rest of the day, he found himself feeling somewhat gloomy, though his feelings were pushed away as his fathers words rang clear in his head sentiment is a chemical defect on the losing side -wait, no, those were his words, an abbreviation of his fathers saying.

When he had gotten home he had done the tedious job of finishing his homework before he saw his mother.

"Sherlock, dear, you seem down today." Maria Holmes said as she entered her youngest sons bedroom. "Did something happen at school that will not allow you to touch your chemicals?"

Her son didn't answer her and she fought the smile on her face at the adorable face she saw on Sherlocks face as he entered his mind palace. She was made aware of his soon to be crush, but she didn't think it would affect her youngest that much.

"It was nothing Mummy," He said as he went, hugged her, kissed her cheek and proceeded to throw himself onto his bed. "I'll be taking a nap, wake me for dinner."

With a chuckle, she let her son be. She briefly wondered how this little girl, Janessa Hilda Watson, would affect her family.

Only time would tell.

5-

It was Friday. It was annoyingly cloudy and due to medical checkups, Sherlock and Mycroft had missed school.

Sherlock had pouted at not being able to go to school and then continued to bristle at the fact that he wouldn't be able to see Janessa and deduce her. It was the reason he found himself at the neighborhood park with Mycroft.

He did the park a once over as he continued to pout and during that once over, he notices Janessa sitting on a bench, reading a book -Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte this time. He noticed a pastel pink cast on her right leg, and an arm holster on her left. A prominent bruise could be seen around her right eye and while he was at it, he noticed from the slight wince when she breathed in too deeply, that she had at the very least two broken ribs on the right side, and a fractured and bruised one on her left. From what he could see on her left leg, there were also prominent bruises scattered on it. He quickly came to a conclusion.

Her father was hitting her, and that caused something to boil inside of him.

He walked over to her and sat down next to her, seeing his brother watching him quizzically from where he was. He waited until she finished reading the chapter she was on before introducing himself.

"My name's Sherlock Holmes." He said and she looked at him, eyes looking at him analytically before answering in a small voice: "I know, we have all our classes together. Janessa Watson by the way." She said and Sherlock smiled.

"I'm sure you know of my reputation so i'll come right out and say it. I know it wasn't a car accident. I know it was your father." He stopped as he saw the fear in her eyes as they widened. "I won't tell anyone, but if you need a place to stay, you can stay at my house. I think my older brother arranged a room for you already, knowing him." She was still looking at him, though now it was with less fear and more of intrigue. She didn't say anything and Sherlock smiled, allowing one to come to her face as well with his next words.

"I'm sure mummy wouldn't mind. She was trying for a girl before father passed. You'll make the perfect doll."

That started a friendship that turned to more, and at nineteen they were married. Just a year before Janessa Joined the Military as an Army Doctor.

Blergh! Enjoy!