Another chapter. I don't know why, but I feel very creative with this one. I suppose it's because it's early days, but whatever. I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter Three:
Principal Fury paced his office- well, what was left of it anyway. If he were in any way bothered by the icy wind that blew through the nice, new hole in the wall where his window had once been, he didn't show it. The four boys in front of him, however, shivered slightly. Never in all his years had three students caused this much trouble… well, there were those Winchesters but- No! No student had ever, ever, destroyed the principal's office before. This would require a whole new level of punishment.
Deputy Principal Coulson raised his eyebrows at the boys and they knew they were dead meat. Coulson always seemed to be able to read Fury's mind when it came to inventive punishments. And the look he was giving them at that moment wasn't good.
At that moment, the door swung open and startled the four teenagers. The Doctor waltzed in, grinning goofily and surveyed what was once Principal Fury's office. "My, my, Nick, are you redecorating? I must say, I love what you done with the place. Are you keeping that hole there or is that just temporary? Is it supposed to be one of those skylight things? Well, more of a, er, sidelight? Though seeing as it's night, it isn't much good as a light. And now that I think of it, it's a bit of a security risk, isn't it? What if someone breaks in?" He babbled.
"Shut up." Fury growled, shooting the Doctor a heated glare.
The Doctor closed his mouth with an audible click, straightening his bow tie and smoothing back his hair.
Fury turned, facing the four boys and the Doctor. "Now, Doctor, I would like you to explain to me how exactly these four teenage boys managed to get their hands on the missing pages of Sarah Jane Smith's diary."
The Doctor frowned. "Eh?"
"Sarah Jane Smith's diary! You were meant to be keeping it safe, out of reach of the student population. And yet, these four boys somehow managed to steal it and use it to find the secret passageway into my office and then proceeded to destroy it!" Fury shouted.
"I didn't steal it!" Tony protested. "I just photographed it and-" He stopped quite suddenly as Fury glowered at him.
"Hang on! When exactly did you do this? My office is locked and I'm sure the TARDIS would have told me if you were in it!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"Who?" The four boys asked in unison.
"I think we're getting off track. Anthony, perhaps you should just tell us how you got the pages, and then tell us how you ended up destroying the Principal's office." Coulson said calmly, cutting off the Doctor's flustered reply.
Tony took a deep breath and John, Rory and Bruce knew that now was the time to get comfortable and settle in for a long monologue.
"It all started when the Doctor asked to see me after class a little while ago. He was talking to me about history and trying harder and potential and stuff like that when suddenly he leapt up and ran off yelling about mops and stuff and… I was curious. I- I was wondering what score I was getting for history and I thought he might have left his grading book around, so I checked the drawers of his desk and there it was. The missing part of the diary, and I thought 'why not?' So, I picked it up and, well, photographed the sheets of paper. Just so that I wouldn't have to take it with me, because that would have been noticeable. Erm, anyway, I spent some time looking over it. A lot of it was really unbelievable stuff. So I ignored that bit. Then I found the stuff about the secret passageways, and I really wanted to test it so… I kind of conned my friends into helping me out. I told them we were going to watch a movie, but, we, well, we weren't. They followed me to the Level Two Basement and we started checking the walls. We nearly gave up when, ahem," Tony glanced towards Bruce apologetically. Well, as apologetically as Tony Stark could ever get. "Bruce opened the passageway. He didn't mean to, he just happened to hit the right brick. And then it opened up and things were shaking and there was a weird light and then there was just this huge gap. I thought it was really cool and just, you know, ran inside, and the other guys followed me inside, 'cause I'm the leader, I guess."
John let out a derisive chuckle but clammed up when six sets of eyes swivelled to stare at him.
"As I was saying," Tony said, "we ran inside. It went on for a little while, but then it came to a dead end. The other's were saying we should go back and all, but I thought since we'd come all this way, we might as well try a bit harder. So, I pressed a couple spots and the wall just slid away. And… we were here. And then some stuff happened, there was a lot of noise, something happened to the window. It was all a blur really."
"Tony." Coulson drawled. "What happened?"
Tony squirmed in his seat. "I- I thought that… since I was here… I- earlier this week, Principal Fury took my Dum-E- my robot off me, and I thought I might just get it back. But, he was so excited to see me he- he accidentally activated his lasers and- well… he kind of destroyed the office." He finally admitted.
"You mean that little hunk of junk I took off of you in Study Hall?" Principal Fury asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"He's not a 'little hunk of junk'!" Tony exclaimed. "I- I mean… he's my prototype." He added in a murmur.
Fury growled, turning to Coulson. "What is your suggestion?"
"Are you actually going to take my advice?" Coulson asked, barely quirking an eyebrow.
"No."
"Then I'll keep it for another time."
"Ahem, um, Principal Fury, may I say something?" The Doctor queried.
"You've already said something. But if you have something else to say, you may kindly shove it up your ass." Fury snarled.
The Doctor's mouth fell open as he did a marvellous imitation of a goldfish. After a moment, he regained his composure and stepped back, rocking on his heels.
"Now, you four… What to do with you?"
The boys traded looks of fear and apprehension, praying silently, albeit hopelessly, that their inevitable torture/deaths would be quick.
"For starters, I think it's obvious that we're going to call your parents. It's also obvious that all four of you are going to have detention, separately, for three months. Adding to that, your curfews are being pushed forward; as of this evening, the four of you are not allowed out of your rooms after seven o'clock. You are no longer allowed to visit the village, and for one month, you will each be required to perform chores around the school. You will report to Deputy Principal Coulson each weekend at ten in the morning. Now, get out of my sight."
The boys jumped to their feet, a rush of 'Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,' tumbling from their lips. The four raced out, not daring to look back. When they were five corridors and a stairwell away, they collapsed onto the floor, their nerves expelling themselves in the form of manic laughter.
"We're screwed. We're so fucking screwed. My dad's going to kill me." Tony giggled.
"Was it worth it?" John choked out.
"Oh god yes."
"If I suddenly disappear, I'm probably at the bottom of a lake or something. And it'll be my parents that put me there." Rory chuckled. "And as a request, I want the words 'if you have anything else to say, you may kindly shove it up your ass,' on my tombstone."
"Why?" Bruce asked.
"Because that was the most epically badass thing I have ever heard."
"I still can't believe he said that."
"Did you see the Doctor? He looked like a goldfish." Tony laughed.
John grinned. "Yeah. I don't think anyone's ever said that to him before."
"No, not that I remember. Although there was that time with Napoleon… Anyway, boys, I must say, you were very sneaky to get Sarah's diary out of my office like that." The Doctor announced, appearing suddenly from a classroom.
The boys sat up quickly, anticipating another telling off, or worse, being hauled back to Fury's office for another round of assigning punishment.
"Don't look so scared. I'd just like a word with you about being a bit more cautious. There are things in this school, things that have been locked in secret passageways and secret rooms. And some of those things aren't very… friendly." The Doctor looked to each of them, a look of complete seriousness adorning his face that really didn't suit his youthful features. "There are dangerous secrets held within these walls, boys. Perhaps it would be best if you left them alone."
Rory and Bruce gulped audibly, John frowned and Tony's eyes took on the sudden glint of some unreadable emotion.
The Doctor smiles, clapping his hands together and turning away. "Well, must be off. Things to do, people to see. River's in Mongolia and I believe Ghanghis Khan is holding her captive. Nice chatting with you."
The four boys traded looks of confusion as the Doctor bounded away.
"Did he say… Ghanghis Khan?" Rory whispered.
"Isn't that the Mongolian dude who killed hundreds of people?" Tony frowned.
"Yeah, but he couldn't possibly have meant him. I mean, he died hundreds of years ago." Bruce said, getting to his feet.
"Maybe he's a gamer or something. You know, online and stuff." John suggested. "I know Harry once got hooked on this Conan the Barbarian type game."
Tony shrugged. "Well, whatever it is, he's way too into it."
Finally, Bruce let out a sigh, signalling that the sudden euphoria was gone, replaced by the crushing weight of just how serious this all was. "Three months of detention. One month of chores."
"Bye, bye, social life." Tony muttered.
John rolled his eyes. "Of course, the first thing you think of is how this effects your ability to hook up."
"Hey, my ability to hook up is unaffected by this minor upset. I just have to up my game a little bit."
"I think I'll go back to my room. Draw up a will just in case." Rory said, bidding them goodnight.
Bruce yawned. "Night, guys. I'm going to bed."
"Okay, Bruce. See ya tomorrow." Tony smiled.
John leant against the wall, letting out a groan. "God, what's my mum going to say?"
Tony sidled up next to him, resting his head on John's non-fucked up shoulder. "Sorry, John."
"It wasn't your fault, Tony. Well it was, but I'm not exactly innocent either. Anyway, I knew things like this were going to happen the moment I started being friends with you."
"You predicted that I was going to blow up the Principal's office ten years beforehand?" Tony asked sceptically.
"Yes. Fear my almighty power of precognition." John said sarcastically.
Tony chuckled, straightening up. "C'mon, I'll walk you to your room."
"Such a gentleman." John smirked, following the genius/billionaire/playboy.
"Oh yes, darling. I always make sure to walk my dates to their rooms. It gives me more of a chance to get into their bedrooms and give them the fucking of their life."
John cocked a brow at Tony. "Are you going to give me the fucking of my life?"
"That depends… Do you want the fucking of your life? I mean, I wouldn't mind, how was it you put it, adding a few chocolate chips to the vanilla?" Tony replied, strutting through the hallway as if he owned it.
"Yes, but not from you."
"Why not? I've never had a complaint before."
"I know. You make a habit of telling me everything you do in the bedroom, and I mean everything. But I'd rather not do it with my best friend."
"Why?"
"It might be rather awkward later on."
"So you have no objections to the fact I'm a guy?"
"Not exactly. How did we get onto this topic?"
"I don't know. So you may or may not be bisexual?"
John shrugged, unlocking his door. "I don't know. I've never thought about it."
"Well, whatever then. Night, John. Sweet dreams, hopefully they're of something beautiful and awe-inspiring, in other words, me." Tony grinned as he sauntered off.
"As if. Nighty night, you lunatic." John smiled, shutting his door and turning to face his dark, quiet room.
I really should do my homework. But I'm so tired, not to mention I'm going to have a lot of time to do it in the coming weeks.
Internally flipping a coin, John decided on sleep. Stripping off, he collapsed into his bed and burrowed under the mountain of blankets.
I'm so dead. Mum's going to be out of her mind with anger. And dad… he'll do whatever. I suppose detention and chores are better than being expelled and having my scholarship revoked.
HFTS: ...I REGRET NOTHING!
Soooooo, what did you think? I should probably add that, once again, I have no idea what I'm doing. I do know that the next chapter will definitely have Sherlock in it. Well, probably definitely.
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