A Young Sherlock Holmes Story (based off the movie) whatever you see or recognize from the movie belongs to the director Berry Levinson and to the writer, who is the director of Harry Potter, you guessed it, Christopher Columbus, and also belongs to the producer Steven Spielberg. It's a Sherlock Holmes Love Story. Anything or anyone you don't recognize from the movie belongs to me. We also have to thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for creating Sherlock Holmes. In my story Brompton isn't an all boys school so deal with it. Remember this starts out with the Young Sherlock Holmes following the movie, I recommend watching the movie first because I'm terrible at describing people's appearances, especially men. This is going to continue after the movie and possibly go into the 2009 Sherlock Holmes. Please review.

After lunch Sherlock headed to the library to meet Elizabeth. Ugh! She is so frustrating! Even though I believe she has good intentions, she always comes off as such a bitch, forgive my foul language, and I only curse when I'm extremely angry or frustrated. Even though I wasn't invited to this little meeting, Sherlock had probably guessed that I would've come along anyway, which is exactly what I did. I watched from behind a bookcase, I had gotten there before Sherlock and had quickly hid behind the first bookshelf, the one directly behind Elizabeth and well, well, well, what do you know? She was with the slime ball Dudley. He was one of the school's bullies and a stuck up who came from a middle class family. His blond hair was short, reminding me of a young British boy, his blond hair was slicked back, his green eyes showed a fake kindness as he talked to Elizabeth, not to mention the flirting, he was a couple inches taller then Sherlock, who was his rival in a way, he was also slightly muscular, but not extremely, and was fit; if he wasn't such a prick I would've said that he was almost handsome. Dudley was showing Elizabeth his new time piece, even though his old one was perfectly fine and in good working condition, and I could instantly tell that it was a fake when he gently shook it; as you could tell I have very good hearing, which comes in quite handy. Just then Sherlock entered, he looked slightly worried and nervous, I then saw a slight flicker in his eye, was that jealousy, I turned and saw that Dudley had kissed Elizabeth's hand. I felt that anger rise up inside me again, but it wasn't at Dudley, it was at both Elizabeth and Sherlock. For Sherlock Holmes it was always about Elizabeth, even though he didn't realize it, or notice, and then I realized that he probably didn't even care about me anymore. I think that if I went missing he wouldn't even notice, he would be too worried about his precious Elizabeth to worry about me. I don't know why, but I wanted Sherlock to notice me, but that doesn't mean I would change my appearance or ways just for him. I shook my head and focused back on the scene.

"Hello Dudley." Sherlock greeted with fake politeness.

"Ah Holmes, I was just showing Elizabeth my new timepiece, would you like to see it?" Dudley asked in a mocking tone, handing Sherlock his timepiece.

Elizabeth was watching Sherlock with admiration and I glared at her, little bitch, but I watched as Sherlock looked carefully at the timepiece, but wasn't interested.

"Very interesting." Sherlock replied in a bored tone.

"All of the men with any sense of style, are wearing them. I bought it in Bomb street." Dudley boasted and mocking Sherlock's appearance.

"I find that very unlikely." Sherlock said proceeding to tell that Dudley's timepiece was a fraud.

"Keep your opinions to yourself Holmes." Dudley said taking his watch back before leaving.

"Why did you do that?" Elizabeth asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"Because Dudley is nothing but an ass."

"Well personally I thought it was sweet."

Ugh if she doesn't stop talking like that I'm going to slap her.

"Oh really is that why you were standing so close to him, letting him slobber all of over your hand?"

I couldn't help but feel anger as well as sadness as he stood so close to her, wishing that it was me, no, no, I do not like Sherlock Holmes. But then, why do I feel so upset that he's not looking at me that way, why do I feel this way?

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Elizabeth asked giving him a flattering smile.

"Sherlock Holmes, jealous, I am never jealous." came the reply.

I ignored the rest of the conversation but felt a slight heart break as they leaned in to kiss. Just then there was a loud crash and the sound of books falling. I ran over to the source of the noise, hoping that I could help. Yes even when I spy on somebody I still want to help others. I noticed that it was John as he sat up. I then felt somebody behind me. I knew that it was Sherlock and Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth let me introduce you to my new friend, the honorable but clumsy John Watson." Sherlock said with a smirk.

"Hey. The ladder is a little wobbly." John said sheepishly.

"Oh and I'm sure you remember Lilly." Sherlock said more then questioned.

"Yes of course." Elizabeth replied, giving me a fake smile, we never did like each other.

"Well come on, we all better start heading out, we only have 10 minuets before fencing class, though Lilly you have French class."

"Why can't I sneak into fencing class, I've done it before."

"Yeah and got caught."

"But Sherlock, Mr. Anderson is so boring, though not as boring as our chemistry teacher."

"Sherlock and Lilly! How great to see you!" a male voice shouted.

I knew that voice. There was Rupert T. Wagspatter.

"I think I finally solved the problem!" he shouted.

"Who's that?" John asked.

I kept forgetting that he was still new and didn't know who a lot of people where. It was easy to forget he was the new kid.

"My uncle." Elizabeth said, oh somebody gag me with a spoon.

"Rupert T. Wagspatter." Sherlock answered with some amusement.

Sherlock then went on to explain to John that he was the old headmaster of the school and author of 27 books.

"Incredible." John said amazed.

"That's funny. When most people hear of my uncle, they think he's a lunatic." Elizabeth said with slight amusement.

"Why?" John asked.

He got his answer when Rupert was suddenly flying on his, well, I call his flying wheelchair, because that's pretty much what it was. It was a flying machine, one he was trying to perfect, but had failed. The flying machine consisted of an old wheelchair, one that had no front wheels, had two long bicycle handles, I don't even remember what they're from, a pair of skies as breaks, and a large wing. He was peddling and doing a lot better then the last trials. Pretty soon almost everyone in the school was following him as he flew, Sherlock, Elizabeth, John, and I were following close behind him. But the excitement ended when Rupert crash landed into a tree and the wings broke. After everyone helped him down, Sherlock, Elizabeth, John, and I helped Rupert carry the pieces of his flying machine back to his room.