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Pairing: John Watson & Sherlock Holmes

Style: AU teen!lock
Word Count: 655

Rating: M (for language, and just to be sure)
Synopsis: John is the big man on campus. Sherlock is the new kid at school. Perhaps love isn't a chemical defect after all.

Authors' Note: Hey guys.

"Hey, you coming?" John called from outside the bathroom, gesturing for Sherlock to follow him.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," he muttered quickly, determined to forget what he just saw in his reflection.

Sherlock caught up to John outside, slinging his backpack on to his shoulders properly.

"Where to first?" John asked.

"Well, I suppose wherever my first class is," Sherlock replied, fishing in his knapsack for the now crumpled, white campus map and schedule.

"Okay good plan."

Sherlock found his schedule and skimmed over the too small font.

"Literary Studies," he said, not looking up from the schedule.

He wanted to limit eye contact as much as possible. Maybe if no one else noticed his pupils, they might go back to normal.

Nope.

"Oh, okay!" John replied cheerfully, "If I remember correctly, that's over at Salomon Hall."

"Lead the way," Sherlock smiled.

"My pleasure," he smirked, holding his arm out like that of a gentleman courting his lady.

Sherlock laughed and slid his arm into the crook of John's elbow jokingly.

Or at least it was a joke at first.

Their steps fell in tandem as they made their way across campus.

Somehow, despite being, for all intensive purposes, complete strangers; it felt natural.

It didn't fell weird or strange. Quite honestly, it was the most comfortable the both of them had felt all day. They didn't even think of it was mildly bizarre until they caught the sideways glances from a few passerbys.

They quickly untangled themselves from each other and John cleared his throat.

"Well this is Salomon Hall," John explained, "most of us just call it salmon, so if you hear that, you know what they're talking about."

"Haha, okay thanks," he replied, yet again fishing for the campus map now stuffed in his pocket. "Next I have, um, Microbial Biology."

John's jaw dropped to his toes.

"Bio 172, no fucking way!" John exclaimed, "That's a senior course, hell, that's the class I'm in!"

Sherlock blushed at John's astonishment. He looked down and dug the toe of his shoes into the grass.

"Um, yeah, I kinda finished most of the prerequisite courses in the sciences," he explained, "science is kind of my thing."

Sherlock became very sullen. He knew that now his secret was out.

He was a freak.

The freak that skipped 5 grades and started college two years early.

He immediately dropped any thoughts about any kind of relationship with John. But whom was he kidding? There wouldn't have been any relationship to begin with. John wasn't gay. And if he were, he certainly wouldn't want a freak like him.

John noticed the sudden change in Sherlock's demeanor and became worried.

He couldn't put a finger on why. But seeing Sherlock sad like this made him feel like someone shoved a stake through his heart. He just needed to make Sherlock feel better. He needed to make Sherlock smile. He didn't know why, but quite frankly didn't care.

"Hey hey, Sherlock?" John began, worries lining his voice, "hey, don't sweat it, really. You're a fucking prodigy! That's nothing to be ashamed of."

He took a step closer and stuck a finger under Sherlock's chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

"I think its amazing, okay?" John smiled.

If Sherlock wasn't blushing before, he sure as hell was now.

Staring deep into this random college boy's eyes, it just felt too right to be wrong.

And he just couldn't figure out why.

Sherlock smiled and pulled his chin away from John's grasp.

John felt triumphant.

At this point, he didn't even know what these feelings meant. But he knew they were different. And too right to be wrong.

"So hows about we finish that tour?" John asked.

"Allons-y" Sherlock replied, turning on his heel and walking the other direction.

Yet again, John found his mouth agape.

'He likes Doctor Who?!' John screamed internally.

'This kid's even better than I thought.'