I feel this is missing something but my best friend Mark who I force feed this too thinks it's great…..eh! Oh Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Mutant High!
Chapter Four
"Hey Johnny." Jim cried out waving his red arms in the air from the other side of the busy cafeteria.
Mike Stamford grinned at John and took a bite of his banana and peanut butter sandwich. "You have a fan."
"Mike he's just my friend." John said with a sad smile, not liking the implications mike was insinuating between Jim and him. Sure they were close and he enjoyed the others company but that was it.
"Uh huh don't tell him that, he'll be devastated." Mike said with a sly smile.
John chuckled fondly at his friend as Jim puffed next to the two, siting right next to the blonde nullifier and setting down his try of school regulated food that john wouldn't eat if they paid him. Sebastian also appeared next to mike in a puff of blue smoke. The four boys had become fast friends in the past two months of school. It was nice and John thought perfect. He had successfully avoided and given the cold shoulder to Sherlock. At home he'd talk to the kid and pleasantly eat dinner with him and every night he'd listen to the kid ramble on about his day but other than that John kept his distance and it seemed to work.
"Hey Jim." John smiled at his red friend.
Jim looked around the cafeteria before leaning in the other three boys subconsciously leaning closer to hear what the teleporter had to say. Jim always seemed to know the juicy news. John hated and loved Jim for that. He didn't like rumors but being in the know was actually kind of exciting, and besides it wasn't like Jim told any lies, everything he said was the truth, which was also kinda scary.
"The kids getting the shit beaten out of him." Jim said with a wide grin.
John's eyebrows knit together as Sebastian mirrored his cousins grin. "What?"
"The kid John, your stalker. The discipline committee cornered him behind the school."
John leaned back, horrified Jim was telling him this. Sure he wanted Sherlock to stop following him around sulking but he didn't want the kid beaten up. "Did you do anything about it?"
Jim looked at john with wide eyes. "I don't have a death wish to go up against them." Jim said with a shrug. "Besides I hold no love for that kid."
John looked at Mike who was looking down at his sandwich as if he wished he could disappear. "None of you would help?"
Jim sighed dramatically and flung a red and over John's shoulders. "Listen Johnny, no one would stick their neck out for Sherlock, he's a creepy freak plus the discipline committee are a bunch of scary motherfuckers. I wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley."
John looked over at Jim with an open mouth. Jim chuckled and gently used a red finger to close the blonde boys jaw before he tapped his nose fondly. "Don't worry your pretty little head, they're just going to ruff him up. Nothing he's never experienced before besides he's one of the most powerful telepaths in the country. He needs to be taken down a notch."
Abruptly standing up John shook Jim's arm off his shoulder as he jolted from the cafeteria. He made it down the empty hall away from the loud cafeteria before Jim teleported in front of him. Blocking his path. The red boy put his hands on John's chest and pushed the boy back against a wall.
"John stop!"
"Jim, they're going to hurt him." John pleaded, hoping his new friend would understand.
Apparently Jim didn't. "Sherlock hurts other people, it's his pay back."
John shook his head. No it still wasn't right, no one should be cornered alone, and he knew for a fact Sherlock was alone. The kid had even admitted to him he didn't have friends.
Jim grabbed John's shirt in his hands and pulled the blond boy closer so their nose were almost touching. "Listen John, helping Sherlock won't help you, him or anyone. That kid only cares about himself and he's dangerous. I don't know why you have this bizarre urge to assist him but I'm sure it's part of your hero complex."
John struggled to get out of Jim's grip, not liking his friend's words and hating how a small voice in his mind was agreeing with him. He sighed and went limp against the wall. Jim smirked and loosened his grip but remained pinning John against the wall.
"Why?" John whispered closing his eyes against the helplessness that washed over him. Why was it the small ones where picked on? Why where the powerful ones hated and targeted. Why couldn't they be left alone?
Jim seemed to understand this. The teleporter laughed bitterly and let his lands slide down John's well-muscled chest he had always admired, and followed in gym class before tugging at the tie around John's neck and giving it a gentle tug. John was different than the other students at the Academy, John was new, good and most importantly interesting.
"He doesn't have friends and he's never tried to make any. He's dangerous John, he uses people and I don't want to see you hurt." Jim said in a soothing voice, letting his genuine worry shine through his yellow cat eyes.
John sighed and let his head drop to touch the top of Jim's head. He looked at his friend's yellow eyes that where hard and gentle at the same time. "I can't." John begged.
Jim let out a small groan as he dropped his hands from his friends tie and backed up. "I don't understand but one day Johnny he'll break you."
John flashed a smile towards Jim before he jogged towards the back of the school, his sneakers pounding against the marble floor and echoing down the hall. "I'll come and find you at that time.
Jim ran a hand through his hair as he watched John sprit down the hall. "Now we're both in the wrong."
John's legs carried him to the end of the hallway double doors, where he didn't even waste time pushing them opened but used his anger to fuel his powers, slamming the metals doors against the brick wall outside. The small window slits shattering, sending glass floating through the air like white butterflies. John ignored it, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the bright afternoon sun, before his blue eyes began searching and ears listening for the rumored scuffle. In the shadow of the Academy near the empty bike rack that none of the students used, three older students had Sherlock cornered against the brick wall. The kid was already slumped, a black girl leaned in and John couldn't hear what she said but the grimace on Sherlock face said it wasn't pleasant.
"Leave Him Alone!" John screamed as he rushed the three students.
Had he been in his right mind and not frantic with anger and panic he would have slapped himself. He didn't stop to check who he was planning to attack, or look at the situation. He just rashly jumped into the situation and assumed the worst. The dark girl and the pale boy behind her jumped at John's angry voice and backed up, the tallest of the three turned and received Johns furry. Still without a shred of thought or consideration John hauled off and punched the tallest boy.
The boy stumbled back in surprised as John moved to stand in front of Sherlock. The older boy looked up, cradling his jaw, his lower lip bleeding. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Freaks got a new mind slave?" The black girl sneered angrily.
"Pick on someone your own size." John roared.
The pale boy scoffed and crossed his arms haughtily. "Back off Watson, you're no match for the three of us."
The pale boy's blue eyes glowing bright red as an energy sphere gathered around his chest and started to circle him like a planet in orbit. The girl smirked behind him. John felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. That red sphere was pure energy and he knew that if he got hit with it his shield was useless. He couldn't really nullify that. The most he could hope for would be to trap the mutant in a cage of metal before he attacked. His odds didn't look good.
"Stand down Anderson." The tall one hissed glaring at his subordinate, Anderson snapped his mouth closed and glared at John but let his sphere pop out of existence. The leader turned towards the blonde boy. "We weren't attacking him. Just giving him a message, and luckily for you we're not supposed to engage you but I won't forget this"
John's shoulders relaxed at the truth behind the older boys words, before a rush of guilt flooded him. The older boy nodded abruptly and turned on his heel. The other two followed behind as the group left. Sherlock reached out and put a hand on John's back.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I was worried about you I couldn't let them-…" John said cutting himself off with a blush. He had no idea what he was saying
"What you did….that was….good." Sherlock choked out, having difficulty forming the words.
John turned back towards the kid and backed him against the wall with a glare, slamming his hands on either side of the boys head. "Don't do that again."
"They're scared of you." Sherlock mused, ignoring John's pleas. "Most are, the ability to take away another's gift is terrifying."
John wanted to strangle Sherlock, a feeling he came to realize was a part of the wonderful array of emotions one felt in Sherlock presence along with; embarrassment, shock, amusement, power and lust. The latter being the weirdest one for him to swallow because the kid was fifteen but Jim was right he was good looking especially when he smiled.
"Sherlock." John warned, looking up into a pair of gray-green eyes that twinkled happily.
"Don't be dull John, I'm a big boy I can handle myself." Sherlock smirked as the end of lunch bell sound across the campus. "I'm not a kid and I'll prove that to you."
John let his hands fall to his side as he shook his head. He ignores the kid for weeks for breaking into his room and then at the first sign of trouble he drops everything to save the pompous ass. He couldn't explain it but the feeling of dread growing in his stomach told him Sherlock had John wrapped around his pretty little fingers. The smirk on the younger boys face confirmed his fears. John sighed heavily and hung his head as he rushed back to his other friends wanting to avoid Sherlock again. But something else in his gut told him that now it wasn't even possible.
John opened the door to his room and gasped loudly, letting his black school bag slide off his shoulder and hit the floor. John's mouth opened and closed but he wasn't sure how to respond. In the middle of his room a skeleton was held up on a metal poll. It looked like one of those anatomical skeletons you expect to be in an antimony class, except John was almost completely certain that it was a real skeleton. The skeleton, a male John could tell from the thing hips, was wearing a Victorian top hat, a black bow tie, with a gold pocket watch clipped to its ribcage, and it held a cane in one hands. The effect was comical and a bit disturbing.
John walked over to the skeleton and picked out a folded piece of paper folded into its eye socket. He pulled it out and read it
I didn't steal it, he's rightfully yours. His name was Scott.
Thanks for being my hero
The note wasn't signed but John had a feeling it could have been only one person. And it was a sweet gesture that freaked him out at the same time. John let his walls fall and for the first time in months he reached out to Sherlock. He didn't say anything just sent the younger boy waves of appreciation and warmth with a dash of horror. Sherlock sent a chuckle through the link but didn't venture to push it farther. Looking back at Scott, John nodded towards the skeleton and walked down the stairs towards Sherlock's room. The boy was already at his doorway with a happy smile.
"Would you like to-."
"Yes!" Sherlock cried out, happily, taking Johns hand and leading him into the living room.
John chuckled and let Sherlock pick the movie. Before the two settled down to watch. When Jean and harry got home later that night they had to stifle their giggles as they found the two boys snuggled on the couch fast asleep. Harry snapped a quick photo with her phone as Jean covered the two with a blanket. Sherlock had learned his head against John's shoulder and John leaned on the kids head. They looked peaceful as they sleep.
"Sherlock was right they do fit perfectly together." Jean whispered at the two women tip-toed out of the living room to let the boys sleep in peace.
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