A/N: Woo, so, two weeks off, huh? Good idea? Ehh probably not, but in my defense I was really busy! Lame excuse, I know...I'm sorry! Let's make it up to all y'all, how about I put in a few more SPN references? That make you happy? Certainly hope so :) For those who don't watch Supernatural 1) It's probably just going to be some names or objects so it won't effect reading the story 2) It's rather amazing, I would definitely recommend watching it! Ok, enough of the chit chat, lettuce (vegetable pun) move onto the actual chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Supernatural (much to my dismay)

JIM POV

It's really weird, this feeling of not feeling. It's like a void inside your body. No scratch that, I do feel, it just so happens that my only "emotions" (what are emotions really?) are anger and, well, anger. Oh look, big bad Carl Powers here to mess with me again? Arse.

"Well, lookie here! Our little fairy trying to look intimidating? Not working Jim-bo, you see, Jimmie," Carl said as he draped his arm over the smaller boy's bruised shoulders, "It's not working," he whispered in Jim's ear, "Wonder why that is? It's cause you're a fucking fag. Disgusting really. So try and fight us off, and you'll be in for, oh how do you say it, a world of pain." At this Carl and Alex slammed Jim into the locker that they were next to, and did something bad, really bad. On left forearm, they carved in Freak.

Another Neanderthal arose from the bunch, Lucifer I believe, and yelled out to their 'fearless leader', "Powers! He's already got scars here. Oh, is widdle Jimmie boy cutting himself because of the big bad football team? Too weak to handle them face to face? Running and hiding won't work for long, freak, someday soon, we'll find you and make sure this cutting job does what it's supposed to." Oh, want me dead, now, do you?

"Did you just talk back to us? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?!" Fuck, I said that out loud. Jim just lay there, too shocked to form any sort of response,"Good, silence. Maybe that can become permanent. See ya around, Jim-bo. Come on boys." Look at that, a little snap. How sassy of you Carl?

Looking down at the new cuts (soon to be scars) on his arm, Jim got a thought. Would killing myself be bad? I sure as hell am not happy, so why the fuck not? Only person that I would, uhm, miss would be Sebastian. Aw fuck it! He's probably heard all about me, the little gay freak, and doesn't want to be anything more than lab partners. May even want to change that, everyone does.

Jim skipped his biology class that day, leaving a very confused Seb, and a very happy Carl.

SEB POV

The joyous lunch time, where the goths are separate from the nerds who are separate from the athletes who are separate from me.

"Seb! Sebastian! Sebbieeeeeee!"

"Jesus, Dean, could you be any more obnoxious?"

"Well, probably. Want me to try?" He quickly replied with a wink, "Why don't you join us? Here, everyone, this is my baby bro, Seb! Seb, this is Jo, Meg, Ash, Michael, Lisa, and Cas." To this Cas guy (bed hair, weird trench coat, mini tax accountant outfit, and strikingly blue eyes, kudos, Dean) he gave a wink and a hand-to-shoulder placement that did not go unnoticed.

"Hey guys."

"Hi Seb," the girl, Lisa I think, extended her nicely manicured hand, "Pleasure to meet you. Have you made any new friends yet?"

"Oh yeah, uhm, that guy, Jim Moriarty. The one with the gorgeous, I mean, brown eyes." At this everyone kind of froze, looking confused. Jim isn't bad, just a little odd. It's pretty hot.

"Yeah, him. Sebbie, is it ok if I call you that, he's a little...off, so to speak. We're not like those homophobic arses on the football team (it will change to swim team soon enough, have no fear!), but Jim is just weird. He's kind of a psychopath. Hasn't really shown much emotion except for depression or anger sometimes, it's really freaky! Honestly, he's just not a good egg." Huh, I think you're kind of a bitch, Lisa. Jim's fucking Jim, don't judge him.

Dean gave Seb a look basically saying 'do what you want, Sebbie, but be careful'. He's quite a good brother to his siblings.

After a tedious lunch, in which Seb tuned basically everyone out, and the rest of the day being just as annoying (Why wasn't Jim in biology?) the three brothers got home and went off to their respective corners of the house (Sam's being the office with a lot of books, Dean's out back with his car, and Seb just in his room) Only different thing that occurred was Seb trying to understand this whole 'psychopath' thing.

Psychopathy (/saɪˈkɒpəθi/[1][2] is a personality disorder that has been variously described as characterized by shallow emotions (in particular reduced fear), stress tolerance, lacking empathy, coldheartedness, egocentricity, superficial charm, manipulativeness, irresponsibility, impulsivity, criminality, antisocial behaviors such as lacking guilt and living a parasitic lifestyle. (Wikipedia)

That doesn't describe Jim, does it?

Aaaaaannnnnnddddd done! Story's definitely not done (far from it) but the chapter is (: please tell me what you think (I apologize for this not being exactly top notch, I couldn't figure out what this chapter would exactly be about so this is what came of it...yeah...) anywho! Thanks a million to all who commented/favorite-d/followed! I do know what's going to happen next chapter so have no fear about that.

Also, I just realized that I've been saying football team when Carl was a swimmer, so let's pretend that swimming will be in the next term of school. I don't really know how that works in England, but at my school we have soccer fall and spring, and swimming winter and spring soooo let's go with that :) See y'all next chapter!