The next day at school Sherlock sat at what he decided would be his usual desk. As the other children came slowly pouring in, Sherlock began deducing them. He grabbed out his notebook and started scribbling down what he noticed about everyone.

"Hey Freak!"

Sherlock looked up to see a boy standing in front of him. Sherlock had seen him yesterday on the playground, but didn't care enough to get his name. As Sherlock looked over the boy's shoulder he saw Sally, a named Mike and another boy who Sherlock didn't see a point in remembering his name, all standing by a desk looking over watching the boy in front of Sherlock. They all had smirks on their faces and were snickering.

"Sally over there told me that you had some kind of gift, is that so?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "No, it's not a gift; anyone can do it really, if they weren't so stupid that is."

"Oh yeah? And what is 'gift'?"

"I can...deduce."

"de- what?"

"Deduce, I can...Know things about you by how you look, how talk, how you-"

"Just shut up and get on with it!"

Sherlock was dumbfounded for a moment, this boy...Wanted Sherlock to deduce him? Something like a small seed of hope slowly grew in Sherlock's chest. Maybe this boy would accept him; maybe he'd want to be his friend even! Sherlock glanced over the boy and tried to get every detail he could, he would do anything to impress them, show them they were wrong about them!

"Your mother dropped you off this morning; she fixed your shirt before she left. I can tell because first off, there is a lipstick stain on your cheek, and I highly doubt any of the girls in here are wearing any lipstick, let alone would actually want to kiss you. For breakfast this morning you had toast, there are still come crumbs of it still on your trousers. You also cheated yesterday in during math time, firstly I saw you peek over at Sally desk, secondly even if I hadn't seen that I could tell you had because when you came in you were nervous, I heard you asking Sally what answers she put down and then you'd take out the calculator and type it in to see if she was correct. You kept getting mad because you realized that you had gotten most of the questions wrong and-"

"You liar!" The boy shouted leaning forward as he slammed his hands on Sherlock's desk. "No I'm not! You clearly-"

The boy smacked Sherlock across the face, leaving a bright red hand-shaped mark on Sherlock's cheek. "HEY!" Everyone turned around to see that John Watson had just been dropped off. "You leave Sherlock alone! I'm telling Mr. Mattews you hit him!"

"Go ahead! You can't prove anything!"

"Carl Powers and John Watson, what is going on over here!?" Mr. Mattews, the classroom helper, heard a loud commotion coming from his classroom and hurried in to see what the fuss was about. When he came into the room he saw Carl Powers and John Watson fighting in front of Sherlock Holmes's desk.

"Mr. Mattews! Carl smacked Sherlock across the face! I saw it as I walked into the classroom!"

"Not'ah! John is lying! He hit Holmes! I told him to stop but he wouldn't listen!" Mr. Mattews looked over at Sherlock to see him holding his red cheek lightly, careful not to put too much pressure on it. "Sherlock, tell me what happened."

"Carl-" Sherlock stopped and looked up to see Carl glaring at him, just daring him to speak up. "Hit me..." he finished.

"NOT'AH! John threaten him to say that!"

"I did not! Look see! Carl's hand matching the mark on Sherlock's face!" John grabbed Carl's hand brought it up to Sherlock's face, the two matched perfectly. "See! Mine's too small!" Then John brought up his own smaller hand."

"Thank you John," Said Mr. Mattews, "I'll take it from here." Then Mr. Mattews grabbed Carl by the hand and led him out of the classroom. "We shall start once I return." And with that he left and took Carl out of the room.

Once they left, John turned to Sherlock. "Are you alright?"

Sherlock gave a small smile and nodded, still holding his cheek. "Let me see." John said, he pushed Sherlock's hand away and inspected the mark. "It doesn't look too bad. It looks like it's starting to swell; I think we should ask Mr. Mattews for some ice-"

Sherlock looked over to Sally and her group of friend still snickering. "No."

John shifted his eyes to lock with Sherlock, "What? Why not?"

"I fine, really."

John nodded, and took his seat next to Sherlock. "Alright, just be sure to tell someone if it starts to hurt."

Sherlock gave a small giggle, "Yes Doctor Watson!" John joined in the giggle, but they both soon quieted down when Mr. Mattews returned.


Sherlock and John sat on the swing set as they did the day before (Well, Sherlock was back to laying on his stomach while going over his observations).

"Hey Sherlock," John said as he watched the other kids playing on the play set or kicking a ball around. "Yes John?"

"We should plan a...play-date..."

Sherlock looked up, he wouldn't admit it, but he was think of asking John about the exact same thing. "Okay, so, whose house?"

"Well..." John began, "My sister is having her friend over after school today, so maybe I should go over your house."

Sherlock froze, than quickly sat up. "I don't know...My mom still isn't home, and my brother is really annoying..."

"What about your dad?"

Sherlock stared at John, should he tell him? They'd only known each other for about two days, wouldn't that be too soon? Then again, John did stand up for Sherlock this morning, maybe...

"My dad doesn't live with us..."

John's eyes went wide, "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"It's okay, like you said, you didn't know."

Sherlock lay back down onto his stomach and went back to looking at his notebook. As John stared out at the other kids he began to think, maybe his dad would let Sherlock come over, and maybe his father wouldn't think he was such a mess up if he showed him his friend, maybe-

"I suppose it should be okay if you came over. My older brother should be home and bale to watch us. And...There's a possibility that my mom could be home. She was supposed to come home last night but she got caught up with some work, so she might be home right by now."

John gave a huge grin, "Okay! I'll give my mom a call! I can ask Mrs. Greggory if I can call her!"

Sherlock grinned at this, although he really didn't want John to meet his family. Although, it would be nice to have some fun before he has to go visit his father.

Maybe, it would be nice.