The next couple of days pasted without event: you sat with Sherlock during lunch under the tree - like always - while Megan and Jewels went back to siting with Holly and Matt. You began to wonder of you had imagined the whole ordeal with Megan, but Sherlock assured you that him and Megan were scheming during Chemistry: so as not to draw unnecessary attention to them selfs.

It wasn't until the following Wednesdays that the, as Jill would say, 'shit hit the fan'.

Second period was PE: it was also the only class that you, Sherlock, Megan, Jewels , Holly and Matt all had together.

You first noticed that something was up when, both, Megan and Sherlock showed up ten minutes late for class. That was a first: Sherlock was never late. Spotting you, he made his way to the bench you where sitting at and sat down next to you while Megan went to join Jewels.
"Why are you late? You're never late!" Sherlock turned to look at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes,
"Ohhhh you'll see..."

Today was tennis, so you and Sherlock grabbed a racket each and a ball. Whenever there was a tennis or badminton lesson two people would be picked randomly to go and set up the net: so when Holly and Matt where chosen you didn't think anything of it. It was only when Sherlock whispered 'Look' that you started to get a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Sure enough as soon as the large wooden doors to the supply cupboard were opened there was a click, a loud fizzing noise and then a bang! Smoke billowed around Holly and Matt, choking then. When they tried to get away some kind of brownish goo spewed all over them. The force of the impact sent them both tumble to the floor. You could here the ruckus laughter emanating from the rest of the class as Matt and Holly slid about the floor, trying to get up: You almost felt sorry for them as you watched their struggles, almost.

There was a crow of delight and you turned around to find the source of the noise, Megan was running up to you and Sherlock with Jewels in tow. Once she was close enough she launched herself a Sherlock, laughing. You and jewels shook your heads as you watched the two celebrate their success. You felt a small pang in your chest as you watched Sherlock spin Megan around in his arms but you quickly shoved it aside.

Then you felt a splitting pain in the back of your head, you tried to turn, to see what was going on, but someone had a hold or your hair, ripping in from your scalp. Moments later the side of your face came into contact with the wooden floor. The impacted made your teeth rattle and caused a white, blinding pain to spread through your cheek and temple.

You could hear shouts, see bodies moving around you and there was a sickening crunching noise but you were too stunned to make sense of any of it. Suddenly you where off the ground and in someone's arms. There was more shouting but it was growing distant, fading into the background, until it was completely gone.

The next sound you heard was the clattering of pens and a startled woman's voice,
"Oh my! What happened?!" The voice asked, 'yeah I'd like to know that too' you thought to yourself.
"Accident in PE." Came a cool clipped voice from above your head, Sherlocks voice: wait a minute where you in Sherlocks arms?! The thought sent a thrill down your spin.

There was more clattering and shuffling before you were set down on a plastic bed. You could feel pressure on your hand as a set of soft, delicate hands poked and prodded your face and scalp. After a moment a light was shined in your eyes and you blinked, coming back to yourself.

There was a smiling woman of about thirty, standing in front of you with a torch: the school nurse, you realised as she handed you a cup of water. You took a grateful sip as the nurse spoke,
"Well you don't have a concussion but you are going to have a wicked bruise and you're going to be in a good bit if pain for the next few days." Panic set through you at the nurses words,
"How long with I have a bruise?" The nurse didn't look at you as she spoke, which worried you,
"Oh it will clear up soon enough"
"How long?" You asked a bit more firmly. She looked at you before letting out a sigh,
"A few weeks"

A few weeks?! You were going to have a wicked bruise running down the side of your face for Christmas! Oh great, brilliant, just what you wanted!

The nurses left after that telling you to call on her if you needed anything. 'Yeah a miracle would be nice'
You heard a chuckle and turned to see Sherlock siting next to you.
"What's so funny?" You asked him, pouting
"You." He said with another chuckle. You scowled as him.
"Well I'm glad you find my misfortune amusing." At this Sherlock paled and looked down, muttering an, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" You asked completely puzzled.
"It was Holly, she figured that it was you and myself that orchestrated the whole thing."
"So she attacked me as a form of pay back?"
"Yeah, and Megan broke her noise in, as she said it, the name of justice." You burst into laughter at that.
"Sounds like something she would say." You said still chuckling and Sherlock joined in.

"Here." Sherlock says handing you a bag of ice for your cheek.
"Thanks." You winced as the cold surface of the pack made contact with your tender cheek. After a few moments of silence Sherlock asked,
"Do you want to go back to class?" You made a face at the thought,
"Not really..." You sighed, "but I guess we'll have to go back eventually."

"Not really." Sherlock replied with a smirk: that devilish gleam back in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later you and Sherlock where walking up the large driveway of the Holmes estate. The place was huge, to say the least, with a large patio and what looked like another, smaller, house next to it. Sherlock informed you that the smaller building was a garage... God the place was about the same size as Jill's house: how many cars did they have?
"12" Sherlock said next to you, pulling you from your line if thought.
"What?" You asked surprised, you hadn't been following the conversation: hell you hadn't been aware that you's were having a conversation.
"Cars, there are 12" you looked at him in astonishment,
"How did you...?" You were both amazed and frightens that he had known your thoughts.
"You were staring at the garage with a skeptical and awed look on your face: it wasn't hard to guess what you were thinking."
"Oh" you said completely amazed. Sherlock chucked, taking your hand and leading you around to the back of the building.

There was a large garden covered in roses, tulips, Lilies and other beautiful flowers you didn't know the names of. In the center there was a mahogany band stand, it was small, with a few benches milling about it. Sherlock led you into the band stand. There was a few cases propped up alone the side rails - instrument cases. Sherlock took out two violins, handing one to you, smirking.
"I hope you've been practicing"

You and Sherlock played for what seemed like only minutes when there was suddenly an audience to your performance. A man, with black hair, stood at the end of one of the benches. You stopped playing almost immediately, embarrassed that the man had heard you playing. Sherlock stopped too, smiling at the man. After a short break of silence the man clapped his hands and you could feel your blush deepen.

Sherlock chuckled and ran up to the man, who embarrassed him in a bear hug. You smiled as the older man ruffled Sherlocks hair and Sherlock bated the hand away, scowling playfully at him.

Sherlock turned and waved you over. Once you were next to him he smiled down at you extending a hand towards the man,
"(Your name), this is..." But before Sherlock could finish the man extended his hand large hand towards yours, shaking it, and finishing the sentence himself,
"Mycroft Holmes"