So sorry for the super long update guys. I had a writer's block and was running out of inspiration for writing the story. I cant promise that there would be frequent updates though. I'm a college student already, and well, you know what that's . Busy. Busy.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: Sherlock and Percy Jackson don't belong to me.

I thought she would be taller, was Jim Moriarity's first comment when he saw Alice. You'd think that she'd inherit her daddy's height but she didn't. He estimated that she was probably the shortest girl in her class. She could pass of as a 9 year old what with her baggy jumpers.

The consultant criminal worked rather hard in his Holmesproof disguise. He donned the typical teacher's outfit and brought a pair of glasses for a more 'professor' look. He made sure to look as innocent as he could be which wasn't really hard. All he had to do was smile with his eyes and not grin like a megalomaniac. Jim looked like a likeable person.

He decide to apply as a Maths teacher because well he was a rather decent Mathematician and he enjoyed seeing the agonized look on children's faces once her introduces them to his dear old friend: Algebra. Oh, Jim was going to burn their little minds with the most dreadful subject in the universe: Maths.

Jim came to work late because Seb forgot to set his alarm.

"Teacher's here." Alice said in monotone. He finally heard her voice. She had a pretty sweet voice that was contrast to her father's intimidating yet seductive baritone. Sweet like an angel was Alice.

He observed her; she was bored, he could tell. She looked the same in his picture; messy black…well..he thought it was black. Jim had to blink several times to make sure her wasn't seeing things because he was maybe ninety percent sure that white hair was not a normal natural hair color a 13 year old should have. Though he did saw a couple of older teens sporting that sort of hair. But she was still quite young to change her hair color. Jim slightly shook his head. He must have eaten some mushrooms for breakfast. He glanced at Alice again and saw that her hair indeed was black like Sherlock's

Jim smiled innocently at the children trying his best to not think of murder. He brought out a chalk and wrote Richard Brook on the greenboard. He decided to use the Reichanbach name for sentiment.

"Sorry I'm late." He said in his normal Irish accent. "Let's start the introductions, shall we? Who would like to go first? Hmm?.." A girl in the front row raised her hand. She was one of those so called popular kids who were shallow and wore tons of make-up. She was aiming to be a Queen bee in the future obviously. Jim didn't like those kids. He remembered a Queen Bee named Brenda who used to bully him and teased him for being such a 'sad little nerd' let's just say she died on a plastic surgery accident.

"You there," Jim pointed and gestured for the girl to introduce herself. She stepped in front and began to babble…My name is Vivienne Manson blah blah blah blah I'm so cute and popular etcetera etcetera…He really didn't bother to listen to any of them. They were so normal it's almost adorably annoying. Then the kids one by one started to introduce themselves. Jim simply smiled, said thank you, that was great, that's nice to hear…all those lies. Bleh! He can't believe he was forced to endure this. He had to try his hardest to not stare 5 seconds too long at Alice Holmes.

"What about you there, in the orange unicorn jumper, how about you introduce yourself?" He called out to Alice. She looked at the blonde boy beside her and arched an eyebrow that sort of said, do I really have to do it. They seemed to have a silent conversation. The boy might have replied, yes. I introduced myself, you introduce yourself!

Alice grumbled and got up to her feet. "My name is Alice."

What? No last name?

"Yes…" Jim drawled. A smile tugged from the end of his mouth. So she didn't want everyone to know her last name. "Cat got your tongue, Alice…." Jim said earning Alice a laugh from her classmates.

"House." She said quickly. Jim had to restrain himself not to laugh at her little pun. "My name is Alice House." She smiled awkwardly and started to play with her fingers and shuffled with her feet.

"What a loser." Vivienne muttered rather loudly to her friends. Alice was now on the receiving end of soft laughter. Her shuffling increases. She was nervous or… "Umm…" she said looking at her blonde friend for help. The boy only smiled as if to say, come one, we practiced this. "I'm 13...and…"she played with her fingers even more. Her eyes darted across the room as if she was waiting for someone to pounce her and attack her from the four corners of the classroom. Jim saw goosebumps from on her hands. So she was nervous. Did she manage to find out who he was? No. Jim was careful to hide his identity. He knew he should've chosen a low-key name like Steve or Bob.

"That's about it." She said and then scampered away to her seat in the second row. She squirmed in her seat and mouthed an exaggerated What to the blonde boy beside her. So the Holmes girl has a little boyfriend? No they didn't have that vibe to be a couple yet. But they were very close he could tell. He could be her pressure point.

Once all the introductions were done, it was Jim's turn to properly introduce himself. "Well, my name is Richard Brook but you already know that. I will be your homeroom and Maths teacher for the rest of the school year. And I hope" He said popping the 'p' "that we could have some educational fun, Hmm..." He grinned. "So—"

RINGGGGG!

He didn't get to finish. The class dashed outside, constantly making noises with their endless chatter and bags "See you at lunch, Malcolm." Vivienne said waving at Alice's blonde friend. The boy gave her an uncomfortable smile and a half-hearted wave.

Alice laughed, "See you at lunch, Malcolm." She mocked raising her voice higher than it's usual.

"Shut up." Malcolm sneered. Alice slung her knapsack on her right shoulder still chuckling softly.

"Oh you should totally date her and then dump her in front of everyone." She said as they walked towards the door.

"I'm not going to do that. It's mean." Malcolm pointed out.

"You're right. Everyone would think you're a jerk." And they left, leaving Richard Brook behind. They left ignorant of his sick and twisted plans.

-line break-

Alice had a bad feeling about that new teacher, Richard Brook. She received goosebumps when she was near him. That was usually a very bad sign. Often she didn't know what it meant but when she observed him he didn't look any suspicious to any mortal eye. Sadly for Richard Brook—which was obviously wasn't his name—she wasn't a mortal. She could tell because there was that familiar ringing in her ears that like a buzzing cicada. It was one of the perks of being an Apate kid. Her mother wasn't only the goddess of the Mist but she was also the goddess of mystery, secrets and deception. There was a lot of her mother was the deity of but she was too lazy to remember it all. That means she could see through any deception and lie and any secrets. Puzzles came easy to her; she could answer riddles faster than the smartest man in the world, passwords? Easy peasy, strawberry shortcake.

"Hey, Malcolm." She called out to the blonde. Alice was waiting for him to take all his books out from his locker (which apparently took 30 seconds longer than the usual.)

"Hmm.."

"I think we should bring steel knives." She suggested. Malcolm slammed the door to his locker and gave her a look,

"We are not allowed to stab mortals." He whispered shouted.

"Come on, not even a little bit?"

Malcolm glared. Alice raised her hands in defeat, "Okay alright. But I'm serious." She said darkly, "we have to bring steel weapons. I got goosebumps today."

Malcolm winced, "Ooo that's usually a bad sign." They talked in hushed tones as they walked towards their 2nd period class: English.

"There's someone here who is not who he seems." Alice said, "We should watch out."

English was torture. Alice's dyslexia got worse. She almost got detention for excessive groaning in class. Alice managed to explain to Miss Richards that she was ADHD and dyslexic so she got off easy.

School was boring. The teachers were either too perky or so done for with their lives for having to deal with annoying students. She slept through most of her classes even Ancient Greek.

Malcolm nudged her on the shoulder, trying to wake her up. She groaned, "2 more hours."

"Alice!" Malcolm hissed. "It's lunch."

She shot up and got to her feet. "Well why you didn't say so". She said and then jogged towards the cafeteria.

"Wait up!" Malcolm called out running after her.

Everyone was gathered around with their own respective cliques. Cliché and expected. Jocks and cheerleaders sat together in one table, nerds and science geeks in another, emos and goths were busy brooding away with their existence near the garbage cans etcetra etcetra, you know the usual. Alice and Malcolm managed to find an empty spot. Both of them brought their own lunches (no way was Alice going to eat that nasty cafeteria food). Alice brought out her brown bag and took out a big juicy cheeseburger which she stole from Clarisse's lunch.

"Mmmm…Lunch!" Alice grinned and took a huge bite from her burger, munching like a pig. Malcolm settled for a non-fattening, healthy lunch which was almost close to eating a salad.

"I've been thinking..." Malcolm drawled.

"Uh-oh, you know that's bad for you."

Malcolm rolled his eyes, "I've been thinking that I should join the football team. I need your opinion."

"Why?" She said in between bites, "Shouldn't you be joining Mathletes, Science club or Architectural club?"

"Pfft…those are too easy, doesn't pose too much of a challenge. Football isn't only about a couple of guys smashing bodies and heads together." He paused.

"That sounded weird." Alice pointed out.

"Agree. Never mind. Football is about strategy, teamwork, strength, agility, strategy!"

"You said strategy twice." She said swallowing her burger and sipping her strawberry slushie which she stole from Katie Gardener.

"Are you sure you're not an Ares kid?" Alice asked, "Anyway do whatever you want. Why do you want my opinion?"

A faint blush rose up on Malcolm's cheeks. "Welllll…I thought that you should know. I calculated the possibilities and observed the current football captain, who is a complete moron by the way, which means I could become captain in no time and according to a couple of surveys—"

"Do I have to come to your games?" Alice asked in a whining tone. "Because sports bore me."

"Says the girl who threw a fit when she didn't win a volleyball tournament with Lee Fletcher."

"You know I'm all about winning."

"Hey, Malcolm." An overly familiar high pitch voice chirped In front of them. It was Clowntopia. "I thought you said you'll eat with us for lunch."

"I said I would think about it Vivienne." Malcolm said calmly trying his hardest not to grit his teeth.

"You don't mind if we join you right." It wasn't a question. Vivienne and her goons quickly sat in front of them. The former glared at Alice as if to say, 'Eww..Who invited her?'

Alice glanced at Malcolm and noticed that he squirmed in his seat too hard which meant that he didn't want to be within a 500 meter distance with these girls or his ADHD was acting up. Alice looked at Vivienne who glowered at her even harder. She got the picture. Alice chuckled softly and got up to her feet. "You know I almost forgot…" she said, her voice rising up a little higher than usual. Alice turned to Malcolm until she was staring at his stormy gray eyes. Those eyes seem to say, 'what are you doing?' "I left my uh…ADHD pills in my locker. Excuse me." She gave one amused look at Malcolm and the latter shot her a look that screamed, don't leave me alone with these Mcdonald rejects! She spoke in Ancient Greek that said "You're on your own, dude. "And then Alice walked away chuckling silently to herself.

"Cousin of yours?" Vivienne said hopefully.

Malcolm was tempted to say girlfriend but he really hasn't asked Alice out yet (If you count the countless team ups he did together with her at camp.) And Alice was too oblivious about love to deduce that Malcolm had a huge crush on her.

"Best friend" He said.

"Oh. Poor girl." Said Vivienne in a fake tone of sympathy. Malcolm rubbed two of his fingers at his temples. "I can't imagine what it's like to have ADHD. It must be so hard for her. No wonder she's such a stuttering loser." Vivienne laugh and together with her friends they sounded like a herd of chimpanzees.

"I have ADHD." He said flatly, forcing a smile.

"Oh." She looked like a deer on headlights. She laughed awkwardly together with her friends, "That was a joke of course." She almost stammered while batting her white eyelashes at him.

"Yeah." Malcolm said in monotone, "Hilarious."

"I heard you were planning on joining the football team. Cool!"

Malcolm was so going to run Alice through with his spear later at Capture the flag for leaving him alone.

While Alice was busy chuckling to herself, she managed to bump into the chest of their Math teacher, Richard Brook. The bloke was carrying a slushie which spilled all over the white tiles of the cafeteria floor. "I am so sorry, Mr. Brook." She apologized quickly. Mr. Brook adjusted his glasses and smiles sweetly at Alice.

"It's alright. Whew! At least it didn't spill on my shirt. These don't come cheap."

"sorry." She repeated. Alice wanted to get away from the man as fast as possible.

"Be careful next time okay." Mr. Brook said. He waved goodbye and then approached the new gym teacher.

Alice turned her back and walked away. She stuffed her hands unto her jeans pocket. She knew she needed to be careful.