Chapter 2
It had been a couple of days since John and Sherlock's encounter, they spent time together but didn't talk all that much. That was until Friday as they were leaving the school gates when Sherlock stopped abruptly and whispered "No, no. How did he find me here?". John followed Sherlock's line of sight and saw a boy, the same age as him wearing an unfamiliar blazer and tie, leaning against a tree, looking directly at them, then the boy turned and walked away.
"John, would you mind if I came to your house, just for a bit?" Sherlock cautiously asked of him with pleading eyes.
"Alright, but you've got to tell me what's going on here" John, wasn't stupid, he knew the boy was from Sherlock's old school, and this was an opportunity to learn exactly what caused Sherlock so much upset that ended in his transfer.
"I know, I will" Sherlock sighed sadly.
Sherlock gazed around in awe of John's home, there were photo's from holidays on the walls, blankets and cushions on the sofa's, the entire house had a warm family feel to it, unlike his own family home which was just an extra office for his father and brother. John had grabbed some Coke's out of the fridge and they sat silently sipping for a few minutes, until John gave into his impatience; " Ok, so who the hell was that guy?"
"His name is James Moriarty, he was in my year at Doyle's"
"Ok, so why was he here?"
"I don't know" Sherlock replied flatly, he was worried, he genuinely didn't know something and that scared him, what the hell was Moriarty planning?
"Sherlock, you gotta cut me some slack here, I just need to know what happened at your old school, I won't judge you or tell anyone, I just want to understand so I can help"
Sherlock took a deep breath and began; "Well, I was never the most social of people, I had no friends, not that that bothered me, I coped fine on my own. There was one boy I would talk to, James, a couple of years ago I told him something in confidence, and the next day, everyone suddenly knew who I was, and were set against me, they were led by James. I tried to talking to my parents about it, and the faculty, but they didn't care so long as I was still passing my exams, which somehow I still was. Then, this past summer term James told everyone that secret, so reluctantly I had to tell my parents, who were so ashamed by this whole ordeal that they sent me away to live with my old nanny, Mrs Hudson. I saw this as an opportunity to leave everyone and everything behind, and it felt good...and then he turns up and ruins that" Sherlock was tearing up, something John hadn't thought him capable of, vulnerable maybe but sentimental no. John believed he knew Sherlock's secret, having seen his sister Harry go through similiar, but needed to hear it from Sherlock "And what was the secret?"
"John, I..." he started but couldn't finish, he'd only said it twice before and neither time had good consequeces.
"Ok, I think I can guess. Sherlock, are you gay?" Sherlock confirmed this by nodding pitifully, and all John could do was hug his friend. This boy had been through hell and back, and he would protect him from ever experiencing that pain again, James would answer to him now. Sherlock had never felt as safe as he was in John's arms, he was so relieved and grateful that he had someone he could talk to about this.
The pair of them stayed and chilled out for a while, but then Sherlock had to leave, and John insisted on walking him home. Once they had arrived at Sherlock's doorstep, they parted with an awkward hug, then Sherlock quickly kissed John's cheek "Thank you, for caring, you're the only one that has, you'll be a great doctor" and with that he shut the door leaving John stunned,because; it's not normal for a straight guy to get a kiss from a gay guy is it? How the hell did he know he wanted to be a doctor? Whatever the case, Sherlock was still a mystery to be unravelled.