I'd love to know what you guys think! But if you're reading this I already love you. I enjoy writing this even thought it's something I've never done before, it's my first Sherlock thing but people always appear to like my OC's... so... I hope you're not disappointed at this little Sherlock in here. It will get more as the story continues, though the main focus will be on the OC's I guess.

"I still think it's rubbish we've got homework for Art and Design," Danielle remarked stubbornly.

"It's better than French homework," the other girl muttered.

"French homework is easy."

"Yeah for you it is."

"Well, Chemistry's easy for you, Will."

"You're forgetting a syllable," the girl said stubbornly. "Will-ow. It's not that difficult."

Dani grinned.

"What's wrong with Will?"

"Everything," Willow said. "It sounds like you're talking to a guy."

"It's just an abbreviation, Will," Dani said. "You call me Dani and I'm fine with that."

"Dani sounds girlier than Will."

"Sometimes people call me Dan, and I'm cool with that," she said.

"Most people call you Dani."

Yes, she's very pretty,Dani thought, though stubborn as hell and a verbal mess.

Willow continued to sketch and Dani tried to peak over her shoulder.

The sketching girl noticed and she smiled at her friend.

"You're not copying, are you?"

"This is bloody Art and Design, how am I supposed to copy?" the blonde protested. "But seriously, what are you drawing? I'm rubbish at the 'just-make-up-something-to-sketch-for-yourself'-stuff."

Willow stubbornly blocked her sketchbook from Dani's view.

The latter decided to take on a different approach, leant back and her face took a smug expression.

"What?" the brunette said suspicously.

"Nothing."

"You know I hate it when you do that. Spit it out. What?"

"It's okay if you're drawing smut, I get that. That's private."

Willow flushed.

"I'm not drawing smut."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm n-"

"Then prove it to me," Dani said teasingly.

Willow saw her intentions and huffed, "Nice trick, but no."

"Hmmm, is it perhaps gay smut?"

Willow's face went from magenta to brick red, and warned, "Dani, that's enough."

However, her friend sensed a weakness in her prey, smirked and continued, "What's it? What are the girls doing? Kissing, or more? Anyone in particular? Could it be a secret fantasy, a forbidden passion? Tell me, who are they? You and-"

"Dani-"

"Ah, why, I'm very flattered."

It took Willow a few seconds to realize she had verbally been made a fool of and Dani looked like she was about to piss herself laughing.

Willow's skin had reached such a vivid shade of red a tomato seemed mundane.

Since this was no more than a routine for them, Willow muttered things under her breath Dani didn't bother to pick up and continued what they were doing.

Rough rock music filled the room when Willow turned on the speaker, and both girls sang along with the songs of their favourite band.

"Seriously, though," Dani insisted when the song had finished. "What is it? An animal? A landscape? Fashion? I need inspiration!"

Willow blushed again, and admitted softly, "It's you."

"Splendid!" said Dani cheerfully. "Am I naked?"

"N-no," the brunette spluttered, though she was laughing.

"Aye, we can draw each other, then. I'll try my best and not make you look like an ape."

"You're not that bad."

"Wow, what a compliment, Will. I fell the love, honestly."

"Dani, I mean it. You're quite good."

"Not as good as you."

Willow smiled shyly and muttered a thank you.

Dani was satisfied. It had taken Willow a while to accept compliments and not deny them. She had always been bullied at primary school but when she was placed in class 1B, where people were weirder than her, she actually felt accepted.

1B became 2B (adding Thomas and Harry), and became 3B (adding Ivy) and 4B was closer than ever.

Dani knew they were the luckiest class with this S.K. business going on, because when the rest of the school would scorn them, they would still have their classmates.

Speaking of the devil, Dani saw S.K. had updated.

"Who is it?" Willow asked, without looking up from her paper, recognizing the buzz.

"No one we know," she replied casually, "nude photo from a girl in 2K."

Dani put away her phone and frowned with concentration, trying to get Willow's nose right.

Willow was a pretty girl, with thick chestnut coloured hair that fell a little past her shoulders, with mesmerizing grey eyes and full lips. Her body was tall and womanly, and even though she was dressed unconventionally, she drew the boys' attention.

Today Willow wore a tight white cocktail dress with black kittens as a pattern. combined with army boots, goth-ish jewelry and thick black eyeliner.

It took Dani a while before she remembered the topic of their conversation.

"You've got a bloody difficult nose, you know that!"

"How come?"

"Well, it's too pretty. The noses I draw are usually ugly stumps. It would've been much easier if your nose was a stump."

"Er- no, I'll pass, thanks."

Dani laughed. She edged closer to the other girl to have a better look at it.

Willow made no move to crawl back, but her breaths became quick and shallow.

"It's so straight," the blonde murmured.

Blue eyes met grey ones, and stared at each other for ages.

But then Dani's phone buzzed.

Having fun, are we, honey?
I'm waiting...
xS.K.

Dani stood up and opened the door.

"I've got to make a call," she said, leaving a flustered Willow.

Louise hated Math. She always had and she probably always would. Still, she worked at it until the numbers fogged up her mind.

Sometimes, like now, she was lucky and had Stella or Jenny by her side to help.

"Can you explain that tangent thing again?" she asked Stella.

The curly haired girl looked up from her own neat calculations and smiled.

"Sure."

Stella's room was big, light and white, with little blue and black heart stickers on the wall at random places.

"Let me read the question," she suggested, "then you can ask Jenny where she's at."

"Maybe she forgot," Louise shrugged, but checked all the same.

She saw she had a missed call from Dani. She ignored it for now and texted Jenny.

Dani called again but she pressed ignore, thinking of calling back later.

The next second Dani texted her:

IMPORTANT. IT'S ABOUT OUR LITTLE WOULD-BE FRIEND.

"Stella, I'll be right back," Louise mumbled and went into the bathroom and called Dani.

Here Stella wouldn't hear her talking about S.K.

"Hi," Louise breathed.

"Hi, glad you called. S.K. texted me. His patience is running out. What should we do?"

"Dunno. Maybe we should refuse him, I don't want to help him to ruin more lives."

"S.K. will target us."

"He's got nothing on us, has he?" Louise asked, biting her lip.

"Everyone's got dirt," came the reply.

"But, Dani- Aiding a killer-"

"-might prevent us from ending up like those murdered kids. I know, it's a dangerous game we'll choose to play, but maybe refusing is even more dangerous."

There was a long, tense silence.

"I don't know, Dani. Maybe we should talk to Sherlock or Lestrade-"

"That'll be worse than refusing S.K.'s offer!"

"I don't feel good about accepting it, either..."

"Same here, Louise, same here..."

"So?"

"Let S.K. know we're in, as long as it doesn't get too extreme. There's only so much information one can give."

"Okay."

Louise was relieved Dani had found such a perfect solution.

"How will we let him know we're in, though?"

"Oh, he'll know," said Dani darkly. "He's not the Secret Killer for nothing."

And sure enough, after Louise had closed the call, she received a text.

Glad you're in, darling.
I'll text you whenever I need something.
xoxoS.K.

Louise sighed and pressed her phone against her chest. For the first time in her life she was glad she could start on her Maths again.

There was a knock on the door and Louise opened it to gaze upon Stella's worried face.

"You were gone long," she said. "Is something off?"

"Nah, it was only Dani," said Louise casually, not really lying.

"What was it?"

Louise paused and pondered her answer for a while. Too long for Stella Meyers.

"Lemme guess, it was about Maisie or Ivy or Willow. Maybe she was telling you all about her chat with Sherlock. It was nothing special, no doubt, but I bet she goes on about it non-stop."

Stella bore no love for Maisie, nor Ivy and Willow. She couldn't stand the fact Dani did like them. She was also not very good at hiding the fact she was indredibly jealous.

Louise had wanted to have a word with the detective as well, but she was mature enough not to pretend she knew anything about the double murder to get to him.

She couldn't be jealous of Dani, because her friend had assured her it had been a relatively superfacial conversation.

"Where's Jenny?" Stella just asked again, and as if it were a cue, the doorbell rang.

Both girls went to get it, and when they had, they received a shock.

Aye, it was Jenny, but she was sobbing hysterically.

"What is it?" Stella said. "Jenny, talk to us..."

The girl continued to cry and threw her arms around Stella pulling her into a crushing hug.

Stella's blue eyes expressed confusion, but she held Jenny's petite figure and stroked the perfect curls.

"What happened, Jenny?" Louise asked. "Jenny, could you please tell us what happened?"

The small girl let Stella go, wiped her nose and eyes, and said, with a trembling voice, "I'm pregnant."

"DIE, TERRORISTS, DIE!"

"No, Chris, that's me you're shooting!"

"Freddie, budge up a little, your fat ass is occupying the entire goddamn couch."

"Jesse, you bastard! You're in my way!"

The four boys sat on the couch, and had been videogaming their way through a relaxed homeworkless afternoon.

Well, homeworkless...

Shooting enemies was more fun than Maths or Art and Design.

Jesse, Chris, Oliver and Fred had been playing for hours on end in Fred's house, because his parents weren't home and they were going well.

Things were not necessarily awkward between him and Oliver, just a bit complicated. They had barely spoken after the kiss, and when they saw each other at school it almost seemed like nothing had happened.

Almost.

The looks and cheeky smiles Oliver would give him in between moments said enough, and, giddy with glee, Fred would return them.

Later, when the boys had started to get hungry, they had finally been able to leave the couch and get seated at the huge mahogany dining table to eat the delivered pizza's. Fred and Oliver sat opposite each other, Jesse sat next to Fred and opposite Chris.

Chris was looking to his reflection on his spoon and fixing his hair, which was already stiff with products, while Jesse chatted merrily about things that no one cared enough about to listen.

Eventually the others joined in the conversation, making japes as they did, the conversation covering teachers, and classmates.

Then, Fred suddenly felt Oliver's leg brush his and he saw the curly haired boy smiling. Immediately both were committed to this teasy game and had loads of fun, and it made Fred feel all warm inside.

Jesse and Chris know nothing, he thought, his heart fluttering. Ollie must like me and they know nothing.

But, soon enough, the topic changed to S.K., as it did way too often recently.

A sudden wave of fear flooded Fred, and he saw in Oliver's brown eyes he shared it. Still, his friends toes squeezed Fred's own, a sign meaning 'Have faith, S.K. won't find out'.

"That nude picture, though," said Chris. "Dunno who she is, but I might want to get to know her."

He grinned smugly.

"No, Chris," Jesse said, rolling his eyes. "Just no."

"What would you know about it, Jesse?" Chris said crossly. "You ain't never had a girl before."

"I dated Louise for a while," Jesse protested, the red patches on his face becoming visible, like always when he was nervous.

"You dated Louise for two damn weeks," the vain boy huffed.

"The two worst weeks of her life, probably," Oliver grinned.

Jesse groaned while the others laughed, but the laughter died out when Chris said, "Just admit you're gay, all right."

Oliver and Fred looked at each other uncomfortably, then the blonde one said, "Jesse fancies Ivy."

"Aye," Oliver said. "And Chloe, and Louise and Danielle and Willow and Maisie."

He'd made a joke out of it to ease the tension, and it worked.

Chris' phone beeped, probably a text from some girl he'd shag a week later, and he noticed the time.

"Jesse, we're supposed to be home at nine," he said pointedly. "We should go if we don't want to be more than a quarter of an hour late."

"Shit! Good point," said Jesse, gathering his things and practically sprinting to the door. "You coming too, Oliver?"

"Nah, my parents are off to this play for their anniversary. I'm crashing here."

Fred and Oliver had smiled at each other, waved Jesse and Chris goodbye, and then stood in the hallway for what seemed like a century just grinning at each other. Slowly, but confidently, Fred took small steps towards Oliver.

"They don't know a thing."

"How could they know?" Oliver smiled, taking Fred's hands in hands.

It was weird at the start, but it felt right somehow. He knew holding hands with your best mate wasn't right in any sense of the word, but it felt so damn right.

"Actually, I don't care what they know or don't know," Oliver said softly. "All I know is that no one will interrupt us and we've got the house to ourselves."

All I know is I want to kiss you.

Fred placed his hand lightly on Oliver's cheek. The two boys were grinning like fools, getting used to each other's touch. Their first kiss had been so clumsy, accidental not to mention, and the oddness of the moment was something that did not leave Fred's mind.

Oliver made to lean in same as Fred did, so they increased the space between them and chuckled trollishly.

"Let me, you started last time," the brownhaired boy suggested, closing the gap so their lips touched.

Sherlock Holmes was frustrated. The detective was plainly frustrated.

"There are no clues! No clues about this S.K. character!"

"Shouldn't you be looking for the killer rather than S.K.?"

"Those two are linked, if they aren't the same person, I tell you!"

"So why are there no clues for S.K.?" John asked, agreeing.

"Whoever they are, they're too clever," said the detective angrily. "I was wrong before. This case was never a three. This person is so deliciously descreet."

"You must have something," John soothed him.

"Nothing!" Sherlock raged. "No gender, no age, nothing! I don't even know if it's a student, or a teacher, or a random criminal who's having fun with them-"

"And what about the way they get their information?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I don't know if S.K. has expensive camera's or just a lot of friends."

"But what about his- er- their victims? Are there links between them?"

"Nothing- hang on, what did you just say?"

John furrowed his brows.

"I asked if there were any links between-"

"No, no! Before that," Sherlock insisted. "You said his victims- his."

"I forgot we didn't know his- God, I'm doing it again- their gender."

"You aren't the first one to make that mistake," the detective mused, suddenly more cheerful. "That girl we spoke about Lestrade yesterday- the blonde one-"

"Sherlock? All three of them were blonde," John laughed.

"The one who said Lestrade's hair was silver, not grey- it's obviously grey but that's not the point- what was her name?"

"Danielle Harding," John said. "But, slow down for me here, what did she say exactly?"

Sherlock put his fingers to his temples and rubbed, "Yes, Danielle. She said 'If you are as good as you say you are, Mr. Holmes, you should have him in no time'."

"You should have him in no time," John realized.

"A seemingly harmless mistake," his friend agreed, "but it gave her away. She knows S.K.'s gender, which does not necessarily mean she knows who he is, but it does mean she knows more than I do. It's a start."

He wheeled around, grasped his phone, dialed Lestrade's number and said, "Gavin, I need to speak to Danielle Harding tomorrow."

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3. Who do you ship?
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