Sorry for not updating recently! Exams :/ changing this to a weekday daily update so it gives me more time to write and my weekends have been pretty hectic. I'll do a double update for you today :)

idonotgivemyname: oh... Don't really know much about babies so I was just guessing :P thanks for the advice, I'll use it to my advantage in future! They say you learn something new everyday so yeah :) The chapter was just him as a baby and I didn't really put and exact age on him but I suppose he would have been a really small baby at the time now I look back at it... Anyway, glad you still liked it though :)

Chemistry

Sherlock quickly put on his uniform and put his key in his pocket. Tim hadn't returned after helping Anderson and so he had given up on him, knowing they had become friends. He would have to put up with Anderson constantly coming in and out of his dorm room for a year. Great.

Sherlock closed the door behind him and started to walk down the stairs. He felt his mobile vibrate in his blazer's top pocket. He took it out and looked at the message.

Don't do anything stupid. - MH

Sherlock smirked. Typical of his brother.

He returned the phone to his pocket and made his way to the hall. It was 10:55 so he thought it would be an ideal time to go. He hated being early, waiting was so boring.

He walked into the hall to find most of the school already in there. He saw students were sat in year order, so he took a seat near the front. He ignored the intense gaze he was getting from the older years, some of them recognising him from the drama in the corridor. He laughed silently to himself. They were trying to find out all they could about the new students, trying to find their weak spots.

He watched as a middle aged gentleman walked out onto the stage in front of them. His hair was greying at the roots and he wore a wedding ring on his left hand. It was kept in good tact, clean on the outside but dirty on the inside so he didn't take it off very often, so he was in a happy marriage but his roots suggested he was stressed. Understandable as he is a head teacher.

The general conversation died down eventually and he began speaking.

"Good morning students." he began. "To the familiar faces, welcome back, and to those of you arriving this year, welcome to Marina boarding school. My name is Mr Crey. I'm sure you would have read through your packs by now and so are up to date with our rules.

"As you're probably aware, we will be doing swimming tryouts for the younger years for the upcoming swimming tournament. We are confident we can win this year." he smiled. "On a different subject, our new head boy and head girl have been announced. Please welcome Greg Lestrade and Susan Joy." he held his hand up towards the pair who had been sitting on two chairs on the stage. They stood up and walked over to the microphone.

"Hey guys, as Mr Crey said, we're your new head girl and boy." said Susan with a smile.

"We represent your voice so if you know a way to make the school better or just want a chat just come find us." said Greg. "You can usually find us in the head girl and boy's office near the main reception or in our dorm rooms. I'm on the second floor, number 7."

"And I'm on the third floor, number 11."

"Okay that's it. Thank you."

They received a round of applause before returning to their seats.

"Thank you Greg and Susan." said Mr Crey. "I hope you will enjoy the next year here. Work hard and do well in your exams. That is all for today. We will have an early lunch and then you will report to your afternoon lessons. Thank you."

The headmaster walked off the stage and conversation started again. Some of the teachers began leading the rows out one by one.

Sherlock checked his phone and walked out the hall with his hands in his pockets.

He began walking up the stairs to his dorm room, when he bumped into Greg Lestrade.

"Sorry mate!" he said tapping him on the shoulder. He frowned. "Not going to lunch?"

"No, food slows me down."

"Well, make sure you eat something."

Sherlock gave him a brief smile before continuing up the stairs. Greg looked at the thin boy and shook his head.

Sherlock reached his room and opened the door. He picked up his bag and took out his timetable.

"Monday, period 5..." he said aloud. "Chemistry double." the corners of his mouth twitched up. He liked the sound chemistry after reading his brother's textbooks.

He laid down on his bed and sighed. He was bored already. He looked up and saw his violin case resting against the chest of drawers.

He got up slowly and walked over. He placed the case on his desk and opened it carefully. He picked up the instrument and placed it on his shoulder.

He had first learnt to play when he was 7. Finding most activities dull, he thought busying himself by learning an instrument would help. He was right. At first he thought it was a hideous instrument, only giving out horrid screeches, but after playing for a few months, he found it became beautiful.

He felt he had perfected the skill, well perfected it as far as an 11 year old boy could, but he wasn't your usual 11 year old, was he? He lifted the bow and placed it gently on the strings.

He closed his eyes and let the music flow though him.

Sherlock put the map in his bag, just in case, and headed towards the science block. He rubbed his curly hair, trying to get it out of his eyes. He knew he needed a haircut but they never knew how to cut it right. He added that to his mental to do list.

He walked down a long corridor until he got to lab 2. He saw several of his fellow students standing outside, unfortunately that included Anderson and Tim. He leant against the wall, typing away on his phone.

The door to the lab opened and a short elderly man, no taller than 5 foot 3, stood in the doorway.

"Come in first years!" he said.

The students flooded into the classroom. Sherlock took a seat near the front. He could feel eyes glaring at him from the back row.

He turned around when he heard someone having a go at Anderson, claiming the back was his and his friends' row. Anderson apologised to the bigger stronger boy and sat in the row in front. Sherlock smirked. At least someone else could have the pleasure of humiliating him, not leaving the duty to him all the time.

He turned back to the front.

"Settle down!" the old man shouted while writing on the blackboard. "My name is Mr Ryan and today we will be looking at the periodic table."

Sherlock sighed and slouched in his seat. This was easy stuff, boring stuff.

"Everything is made up of atoms and each atom is a separate element."

Sherlock groaned, apparently much louder than he originally perceived.

The teacher glared at him. "Problem Mr...?"

Sherlock looked up to see the man. "Holmes sir, Sherlock Holmes."

"Is there a problem Mr Holmes?"

"Yes." he said bluntly.

"And what is that problem?"

"This is boring."

He heard some sniggers from some of his fellow students.

"You may find it boring Mr Holmes, but you must learn the basics." he turned back to the blackboard. "Now, there are metals and non-metals-"

"But I already know the basics sir."

The teacher turned back around. He was starting to get frustrated. "Mr Holmes, I am beginning to lose my patience."

"I'm not trying to be rude, sir, but the periodic table is very simple. It's easy to remember."

"Oh really? I would like to see you try to name all the elements on the table." he smirked. "You can tell where the non-metals are on the periodic table by-"

"Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon sodium magnesium aluminium silicon phosphorus sulphur chlorine argon" Sherlock said quickly, hardly pausing for breath. His teacher stood there in shock, watching the 11 year old state all of the elements in order. "potassium calcium scandium titanium vanadium chromium manganese iron cobalt nickel copper zinc gallium germanium arsenic-"

"Okay Mr Holmes we get the idea..." said the teacher when he got his voice back.

"Freak!" Anderson shouted from behind him.

He turned around and glared at him. "Sorry I'm more intelligent than you Anderson." he said with a smirk.

"Mr Holmes!" the teacher shouted.

"Mr Ryan!" he said mockingly.

"If you're not going to say anything useful, I advise you leave this classroom."

"Okay sir." he said and the teacher turned back around. Unexpectedly, Sherlock picked up his bag and stood up.

"Mr Holmes!" the teacher shouted again as he moved towards the door. Sherlock stopped and turned towards Mr Ryan.

"Yes sir?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving sir." he heard some more sniggers from the class. He turned and frowned at them. It wasn't funny.

"And why is that?"

"I'm not going to say anything useful."

"Sit down Mr Holmes!"

Sherlock shuffled back over to his seat, sat down and stretched out his legs. He blocked out the monotonous voice of his chemistry teacher and took out his phone. He began texting Mycroft.

How did you survive? - SH

It didn't take long for his brother to reply.

Just listen, you never know, you might learn something - MH

They're doing the periodic table. - SH

I thought that was your favourite. - MH

Oh brother you don't know me at all - SH

Sherlock put his phone away with a sigh and looked back up at the teacher.

"... And now we're going to do an experiment." he heard his teacher say. His head popped up in anticipation. "We are going to do the test for finding hydrogen, carbon dioxide and oxygen."

Sherlock sighed and slumped back into his seat. He had done this when he was 8.

Lit splint in carbon dioxide, flame goes out. Lit splint in hydrogen, makes a pop noise. Ember in oxygen, relights splint.

He rolled his eyes. He turned his head and looked at where the chemicals were stored. A small smile played on his lips as he saw chemicals he wasn't allowed access to at home.

He observed as he saw the students walk over to the cupboards to collect the chemicals they were meant to be testing. Sherlock stood up slowly and made sure Mr Ryan wasn't watching before he quickly grabbed some Nitroglycol from the cupboard. He smirked. They should have locked up this thing...

He walked back over to his desk, where he had already set up a Bunsen burner like the rest of the class. He put some of the Nitroglycol in a beaker and held it above the fire. Before he knew it, there was an explosion and he ducked.

"Fascinating..." he whispered to himself as he stood up. He turned to see the whole class looking at him.

"What the hell was that?" the old man shouted.

"Nitroglycol." said Sherlock, straightening his blazer.

"Okay everyone get out! Grab your things and leave this lab immediately! There are toxic fumes in this room!"

There was a small commotion as people quickly grabbed their belongings and left the room. Mr Ryan turned on the extractor fans as he left.

"Go into lab 4. I shall join you in a minute." he said to the class before turning to Sherlock, who was taller than the short 5 foot 3 man. "Come with me at once!" he said angrily.

Sherlock sighed and followed the man to the head teacher's office.