A/N: Sorry for the short chapters. I just like having them broken up by scene.
John spent the rest of the day at the college. Mike had introduced him to several students. None had heard of him. Who would expect a bunch of kids who struggled to read the cereal box in their free time to read a mystery/action novel?
Yeah. It still bothered him. He hoped for at least one to recognize him out of the class of a hundred. John took out his phone. The one that bothered him most was the old student of Mike's. Holmes. He looked at the recently sent messages.
"If writer makes guest b jump, fire writer. - SH"
He sank into his rotating chair and flipped on his computer. The default page was his blog. Still no updates for it. He opened a new browser and deftly typed in the name. Sherlock Holmes.
Exactly 57,670,000 hits assaulted his eyes. He clicked on the first hit, "SHERLOCK". Sherlock's face and the London skyline filled the background. Sherlock Holmes, actor.
On the foreground was his main filmography. His real life appearances had a little box to the bottom. Right to it there was a little shout-out box. John scrolled through a few. Mostly they were the screams of young women begging him to take them to bed. John could handle that. On the opposite side of the "Sherlock Stalker", as he decided to call the paparazzi box, that was a blog link. All it said was, "All Posts Removed." John's mouse went to the directory at the top of the page and clicked the "Gallery".
Images of Holmes appeared. Lounging on a couch or walking briskly on-set, John had to admit Holmes was handsome. In a strange, almost alien way. His light colored eyes stared into the camera as if he could see every person who would look at the photo and tell their life from their cufflinks. John moved his mouse to hover over the "Forum".
It was populated by fan girls. Mostly praises. Not much to see. The blog was empty. Under "Extras" there were a few interviews with Holmes. "Profile" was just that and a short biography.
John clicked the back button until he hit the results page. He jumped to the Wikipedia page. It had little more information than Holmes' site. Next he hit a movie website. It had its own short profile of Holmes. John went to the fourth link. He found the title dubious and prepared himself for a barrage of screaming teenage girls high on double shots of over-active hormones. Any website titled "Sherlock Holmes' Eyes are Beautiful" was dubious. John found fan boys too.
He winced as he read a few of the posts. They obsessed over Holmes' cheekbones. (John admitted they were nice but so much that they had their own pages?) They were riddled with spelling and grammar errors. It was horrifying.
Others were well written. Those actually offered some insight into Holmes. One that made John jump was written by a Molly H. The post detailed Holmes' visit to Manchester and his visit with the professor. There was a short mention of himself. Thankfully it left out his life story. It could only have been that library girl. In the comments below, several girls gasped at how luck Molly was. The other few ripped the girl saying Holmes would have never spoken to Molly. That bothered him more. Were teenagers supposed to be this vicious?
The fifth hit was a private website. Evidently created by a person of the same name, but what John saw matched what he heard that afternoon. Who exactly was Sherlock Holmes?