Chapter Four.
"What do you mean there are no more rooms?" John protested standing in front of Mrs. Hudson's desk, "There must be some where I can go. I can't stay with him any longer!" he begged.
"I'm sorry John but unless you can find someone to swap rooms with you, I can't move you" The small woman gave him a smile full of pity while she stirred her cup of tea. John fell back in his chair, knowing it was hopeless; no one in their right mind would want to move in with Sherlock. John hung his head running a hand over his face. He was exhausted he hadn't had a decent sleep since he got here a week ago. Mrs. Hudson sighed.
"Again, I am ever so sorry John, I know what he's like but he is a good boy, odd yes, but good."
He sighed and left the room without another word. Sarah was waiting for him outside, leaning up against the wall.
"No good?" she asked. John groaned falling against the wall next to her.
She smiled sweetly, turning to face him. "Well when he gets too much for you just come and find me and we can hang out." with a small wave she started to walk away. "See you in Biology, John." she called out as she walked down the corridor, shuffling the pile of paper in her hands. John smiled; he was looking forward to Biology. But this did not change the fact that Sherlock was still an ever-present annoyance in his life. This thought quickly wiped the smile from Johns face.
Sherlock sat in John and his dorm room, drumming his fingers on the arm of his red leather chair. He let out a sigh, he liked John and it was a shame that he had to go. Sherlock found it comforting having someone with half a brain sharing a room with him, just thinking of having a moron like Anderson in a room with him made him shudder. John had backbone, he always had a come back and that was an admirable quality to Sherlock, it kept him on his toes. But he had to go, they all had to. Sherlock and other people did not get on, that was a fact and his past proved this. The incident in the showers this morning should have insured that John would do a runner. He had lasted longer than the others but a person can only take so much.
As if right on cue John came bursting into the room, his still damp jumper slung over his arm. At spotting Sherlock he gave a powerful glare and slung him self on his bed facing the wall, trying to ignore his room mate.
"Are you not leaving?" Sherlock was surprised that John was not packing. There was no answer. "John?" he questioned, but still no answer. The tall teen walked up to the boy on the bed and gave him a prod; he was far too impatient to put up with this and wanted to know why his roommate was not escaping. John pulled a pillow over his head. A muffled "Piss off!" was heard through the cushion. Sherlock scowled, not wanting to be kept waiting. With a huff he climbed onto John's bed, kneeling next to him, he tried to yank the pillow off his face so he could get an explanation for his lack of leaving Sherlock alone. Prizing the pillow from John's grasp a triumphant smile spread over Sherlock's face, but this soon fell when he saw the face of the boy beneath him. His eyes were red and tears ran down his cheeks, making the pillow now in his roommate's hand damp. This stunned the young Holmes for a moment, seeing the always-strong John Watson, shattered beneath him. Sherlock reached a hand out to John, not sure what to do. But only had it swatted away.
"Piss off!" John screamed; well tried to, it came out as more of a croak. Sherlock jumped back off his roommate and just stared, not knowing what to do. No one had ever cried before… Still sitting on the end of John's bed, the tall teen brought his long legs up to his chest.
"I'm sorry…" he murmured gripping the material of his trousers with his fingers.
"I can't move rooms." John whispered trying it whip his tears away.
Sherlock looked up, jumping into action. "What! Who told you that?" He hopped to his feet running his hands through his dark curls, pacing back and forth, eyes tightly shut.
"Mrs. Hudson, just now, she told me there were no more rooms when I asked to move."
At hearing this Sherlock left the room immediately slamming the door behind him, an odd expression on his face. If John had not known better he would have thought his roommate looked panicked.
John sat alone on his bed, his chin resting on his knees. It had been a few hours and his roommate had not yet returned. He had finished with his crying, it was not like him to cry. But after an hour or two of thinking John had made some decisions. Firstly he would try to stay as far away from Sherlock and Moriaty. He would join the football team; which was something he had been planning to do from the start. I mean what better way to make some friends than running around a muddy field in the cold chasing a ball? And finally he would get to know Sarah. John was most looking forward to the last one, he needed to been seen as a normal person at this school, to go unnoticed and get good grades, and John could bet his right arm that Sarah would be a better companion than Sherlock.
John smiled a smile that lit up his whole face. Jogging over to Sarah he pulled off the blue football jumper. It had been a week since he had seen Sherlock and life could not be better for John. He had got onto the team and was doing well; he had aced his biology test and he and Sarah were like old friends.
"Hi, you didn't have to wait." John smiled stretching his arms across his chest.
"Don't worry I had no where special to go." She slung her bag over her shoulder and joined John walking back to the dorm rooms. John liked talking to Sarah, she was pretty, smart and most importantly normal. With Sarah, John could relax; he had no reason to think. Not like with Sherlock, with him he was always on high alert, always fearing what else his roommate would spring on him. At John's door they stopped like they had every day that week and said their goodbyes and that they would see each other in the morning. She would walk away with a sweet smile; John would sigh a contented sigh and wish she did not have to go, just like a normal teenager at a normal school. Pushing open the door he pulled his shirt off over his head and slung it on the bed. Not looking up he pulled the belt off from his waist and headed for the bathroom with his towel for a nice warm shower.
"Good afternoon John."
"Aghh!" John shouted spinning around to face the intruder, holding his towel out at arms length in an attempt to defend him.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow and smirked through his cloud of cigarette smoke.
"What the hell are you doing here?" John sighed running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The stupid twat nearly gave him a heart attack!
"This is my room John. I come here to sleep." Sherlock replied, his attention returning to the people out side his window.
John ran his hand over his face, "Where have you been? I thought you had left or some thing."
"I had matters to attend to." The smoking teen stated. Not looking away from a couple of teachers drinking coffee below the window; he let another puff of smoke through his lips, floating across the room making John choke. John shock his head knowing he would not get any more out of him. Locking the door behind him he headed over to the shower. Only to find it full of muddy clothes and what looked like meat.
"Sherlock! Why is all of this shit in the bathroom?" John shouted through the door wrapping a towel around his waist before heading into the bedroom.
"As I said," Sherlock smiled flicking his cigarette butt across the room. "I had matters to attend to."
"Meat?" Sarah giggled looking up from the English paper she was writing. "I heard he was a freak but who the hell puts that in the shower?"
John smiled; with Sherlock back he was glad he had someone normal to talk to. Putting down her pen she closed her book and looked up at John. "All done!" Gathering their stuff they headed out the school's giant library. Passing old books, John listened to Sarah talk about a silly rumour going round school while he acted like it was interesting. His eyes wondered the shelves looking for authors he recognized skipping from book to book lazily. He stopped; he could hear a familiar voice on the other side of the bookshelf. Leaning closer to the row of hardback encyclopaedias he tried to listen in to the conversation.
"What do you mean no? That's breaking the rules." It was Moriaty.
Sarah stopped up ahead and put her hands on her hips waiting. "John, what are you doing?" she called.
He ran over a finger to his lips and dragged her back over to the bookcase. Leaning in to listen.
"I told you before there is nowhere for him to go, he can't move." That was Sherlock; John had no doubt about it. But what were they talking about? Leading Sarah along the row of books, John tried to get a better view. Peeping through the shelves he saw Sherlock with his back to the wall looking down at Moriaty, with a finger pointed at his chest.
"Well you better do some thing about it." The smaller boy sneered jabbing his finger into Sherlock. "You know the rules. You have one week." He said and with a cruel smile he tuned to leave, knocking books from the shelves as he went. Sherlock sighed, letting his head fall back to hit the wall behind him.
John felt small a tug on his arm and turned to Sarah.
"Come on John, let's go."
He gave her a small smile and followed her out of the library. He did not listen to a word she said, he was only thinking of what Moriaty had said. One week? What was that supposed to mean? And why was the always calm and unmoved Sherlock Holmes always affected by him? Moriaty seemed to be the only one to ever get a reaction from the mysterious teen.
John rushed out the room his hair still wet from his morning shower. He had woken up late after a long night of football training and was shattered. Locking the empty room behind him he shoved the pile of books into his bag while trying to straighten out his shirt. Running through the corridors, he headed for his biology classroom. Luckily the teacher was also running late so John managed to slip into his seat undetected. Sarah shook her head, as she saw him take his seat over the top of the book she was reading. John gave her a nervous smile back before turning to Sherlock who was flicking paper into Sally's hair in front of them.
"You could have woken me up." John groaned trying to catch his breath from his run to class.
"You looked tired; I didn't want to wake you." Sherlock replied simply, chucking another bit of paper at Sally.
John frowned, by saying that Sherlock almost sounded like he cared. Getting out his books and laying them on the table, John yawned. He really did need some more sleep. The lesson went by slowly, with John trying to listen and take notes while the teacher went on about the functions of the kidney. At the end of the lesson when it was time to head out, the teacher dropped a bombshell for John.
"Okay class, get out your homework," she called over the hustle of the class getting ready to leave, "This is an important one which is going to your grade at the end of the year, so you better have done it."
John hung his head. He knew he had forgotten something! Putting his books away in his bag he tried to come up with an excuse while the rest of the class poured out the room. Heading to the teachers desk at the front of the room he planned to tell the truth; though he really didn't need another detention his Mum would kill him!
"Err Miss…" John mumbled looking down at his shoes. "About the homework…" Looking up he saw the teachers face, an eyebrow raised it was clear she knew he had forgotten.
"John!" Some one called from behind him. "You forgot this."
Turning round he faced Sherlock a bit of paper in his hand covered in writing in hand writing very similar to his. Only he had not written it.
"Oh…" John looked down at the paper given to him. It was the homework. Handing it over to the teacher she gave him a smile.
"And there I thought you were coming to tell me you had forgotten." She sighed shaking her head. "Now off you go." She said waving her hand at the door. Heading out the door, John caught Sherlock by the arm.
"You wrote that didn't you?" the shorter boy questioned stopping his roommate in the corridor.
"Yes." Sherlock replied plainly, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it in his mouth.
John looked at him confused. "Why?" he coughed after getting a lung full of Sherlock's smoke.
He shrugged taking another puff; "I guess you could call it pay back for the meat in the bathroom." And without another word he turned and walked to his next lesson ignoring everyone around him as he finished his cigarette and flicked the butt at Anderson with a chuckle.
John stood alone staring after the slim teen. Shaking his head he walked off to find Sarah. Maybe his roommate was not too bad after all…
Author's Note-
I'm so sorry this is so late out! I had a mountain of school work! [Insert better excuse] Well here it is chapter four. I hope you like it! I am planning for there to be about 15 chapters in the end and i promise they will come out faster than this one did... So thanks for every one who has waited and once again a super sorry! So for now my dears GOOD NIGHT!