"What?" John asked, turning to look at Sherlock, who was staring out the same window John had been.
John looked back out the window, trying to see what Sherlock was.
"What's going to happen?" John asked.
"I... a long time ago, I sort of blew up a classmate's room. On purpose." Sherlock said. "They never knew who did it, but... Moriarty apparently knows it was me. He's going to blow up the entire university. Every single building. Including the one we're currently standing in."
"Why did you blow up your classmate's room?" John asked. "Actually, more importantly, why did he choose this? There are more populated areas than just this."
"Like I said before, Moriarty doesn't care about the body count." Sherlock said. "He wants his message read loud and clear."
"Which would be... what?"
"Think about it, John." Sherlock said. "This town is hundreds of years old, the historical significance is quite amazing, as well as its significance in relation to medical and technological research. If he blows it up, With that, he's wanting to make his mark on history. These dorms contain some of the greatest minds in current existence, the future in each of the fields. They're also young people. He's taking away their chance, just as their parents took away his."
"What do you mean?" John asked. "How did their parents take away his?"
"John, when you're isolated to the extent we were, you don't get nearly the opportunity to network that most would." Sherlock said. "Most people either fight against us or ignore us entirely. Moriarty is a brilliant man, who with out a doubt could have done some world leading research of some kind, but..."
Sherlock trailed off, going back into his mind.
He was revealing far more than he wanted to about himself. But it was necessary for the case... So he had to, right?
"But what?" John prompted.
"Throughout school people like us are always the odd ones out, disliked by even the teacher..."
Several pictures came into Sherlock's mind, unbidden.
"Wait..." Sherlock pulled out his phone and was typing something in before John could even process what he had said.
"What are you doing?" John asked, trying unsuccessfully to peak over Sherlock's shoulder.
John heard Sherlock breath out as he closed his eyes.
"I knew there was something." He said.
"What are you talking about?!" John asked, grabbing for Sherlock's phone.
Sherlock let him take it.
The picture he had pulled up showed a team of Chemistry students holding a trophy. Sherlock was quite visible, his height and bone structure making sure of it. Even then, with a lab coat, he wore the blue scarf.
John had always wondered the significance of that scarf, Sherlock was rarely without it. The coat too, seemed to be always with him.
Maybe he would ask sometime.
Maybe not.
"So... What's the big deal?" John asked.
"Look at the person standing next to me in the back, they're quite short, barely visible."
John did as Sherlock told him.
"Is that...?" John squinted at the picture to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.
"Yes." Sherlock said. "Moriarty was my classmate. Might somehow explain his obsession with me... Well, sort of..."
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, how could you have possibly delete that?!"
"How do you expect me to have known he was going to do this?!" Sherlock fired back. "There is no possible way I could have known what he would turn into! He was just an ordinary person to me! I delete the times I'm not fond of, and he happened to be caught up in this one!"
"I-I know, I'm sorry, it's just that-" John hesitated. "Shock, I guess, surprise. I just figured we would have seen a connection like this sooner."
Sherlock felt his phone vibrate.
Meet me. - JM
Where? - SH
"Who's texted you?" John asked.
You know where.- JM
"Moriarty." Sherlock said. "He wants me to meet him."
"Do I get to come this time?" John asked.
Sherlock's phone vibrated again, he looked down at it.
You can take your little guard dog if you want. - JM
"Yes."
When? - SH
Now. -JM
Do I want to know how you got past the RA? -SH
Probably not. - JM
"What's going on?"John asked.
I'd appreciate if you didn't ask. -JM
Why? -Sh
Because then you might hate me more than you already do. - JM
I don't hate you. -SH
"Stop that." John said.
"Stop what?"
"You're texting someone who plans to commit mass murder, and smiling." John said.
"Oh."
Was he? He hadn't meant to.
Really? - JM
Of course not, you're far too interesting for me to hate you. I only hate stupid people, like Anderson for example. - SH
"I'm serious, Sherlock." John said. "That's creepy."
"He just said something sort of funny." Sherlock said. "Don't worry about it."
He is annoying, isn't he? Why does he dislike you so much? What did you deduce about him? - JM
Nothing, actually. I deduced something about Sally, and since then, it's been like this. - SH
Ridiculous how much people over react, isn't it? - JM
Tell me about it. - SH
"Sherlock, don't we need to find those bombs?" John asked.
"Don't worry about it, he hasn't started the timer yet." Sherlock said.
We better get back to the point. John's bugging me about it. - SH
Yeah, I guess we better. - JM
So... meet you there in 5 minutes? - SH
Sounds good. - JM
Sherlock turned his phone off and slid it back into his pocket.
John's words then sunk into his mind, processing entirely for the first time.
Yes, he had actually just had a relatively normal conversation with some one who was currently plotting the deaths of hundreds of people.
Oh well. It was interesting, if slightly creepy now that he thought about it.
A/N: RA means "resident assistant" for those of who don't know. It would sort of be like the dorm manager. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews please!
