WoW is was wayy more popular then i expected. So Sherlock is a little imp at Fifteen...and Jim..is still a creep

Mutant High!

Chapter Two

John walked out of Logan's office clutching a clean piece of paper and silently vowed to never piss that man off. Logan had threatened to gut him if he ever showed up in his office again, and John believed him, especially after Logan's three metal claws on each hand emerged. John was slightly embarrassed that the beautiful metal had sung to him and he was half tempted to fall to his knees and pray to Logan's claws they were magnificent. John also knew he could have stopped any attack had Logan chosen to follow through with said promise but he choose not to voice that.

Looking down at his schedule John sighed loudly in the quite halls, all the other students were already in their classes and here he as wondering around like a moron. A puff of red smoke was his only warning before Jim slung an arm around John's shoulders. He acted on pure instinct again and threw the kid against the nearest wall before quickly letting him go at Jim's squeak of surprise.

"Sorry Jim," John sulked hating he'd thrown the teen twice in one day, and in less than an hour too

Jim rubbed his sore shoulder, chuckling nervously "It's fine John, I just have to remember not to surprise you."

"That's be great" John sighed. "I really can't help it, its habit now."

"What did you do at your old school? Where you in a gang?" Jim asked with wide eyes shining brightly with excitement.

John frowned. "Do I look like I'd be in a gang?"

Jim waved his hand in the air. "I really came to collect you; Ms. Hudson doesn't like tardiness, even from new kids." Jim put a hand on John's shoulder before letting go and slapping his forehead with a chuckle "I forgot my powers don't work on you, how strange. I guess we have to walk." Jim sighed dramatically.

John nodded as he followed behind the smaller teen. "That is how the rest of the world gets around."

"Gods that must be horrendous." Jim grinned.

John shrugged. "You get used to your own limitations."

Jim chuckled again. "I'm going to love being your best friend."

Jim led John down the long hallway and to a door marked 221 and the name Ms. Hudson written underneath in gold lettering. Just before Jim opened the door he paused and turned back to his new friend. "This isn't a normal class." He reminded.

John nodded. "I figured as much."

Jim shrugged and threw open the door. "Welcome to the circus!" Said red teen called out chipperly before quickly disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving John to walk in the class by himself.

John was actually slightly disappointed, it was a normal looking classroom with twenty-four desks in a four by six evenly lined rows. Only twelve of the desks where filled, making John lucky number thirteen. John's eyes flew to his schedule, this was advanced mathematics; he frowned and looked up at the teacher. She was slightly older than his mom and her hair was smartly pinned up. She wore a simple purple dress and was writing on the board. The women turned towards John and just looked at him, the class was silent. John couldn't bring himself to look at the other students.

"John Watson."

"Y-Y-yes ma'am," John replied respectful, ignoring the snickers from the class, his mother would kill him if she ever found out he'd been disrespectful to a teacher.

It's pretty hard to lie to a telepath and putting up his helmet was a sure sign he had done wrong. John was too old for spankings but he was sure if he got Jean angry enough she'd do it.

Ms. Hudson's stern face softened as she put down her marker and walked over to John. She enveloped him in a tight hug that left him frozen in shock much to the class's amusement, if the wolf-calls and giggling where anything to go by. John blinked at the teacher as she let go of him and went back to the board where an equation was half finished. John stuttered incoherently, wondering what the hell just happened and why did his Math teacher hug him?

"Uhhh-.."

"What is the answer John?" Ms. Hudson demanded, with her back turned to the blonde student who looked like a deer in headlights.

John briefly glanced at the board, finally a question he could answer. "47x over the sin of 12."

The class stopped laughing imminently and fell silent. Ms. Hudson smiled and turned towards John waving her hand towards the desk. "Have a seat John."

John nodded and for the first time looked out at the class. Jim was in his class and John was thankful for that. The red boy was waving his hands in the air like a mad man and pointing to the empty seat next to him. On the other side of the empty seat was Sherlock. John smiled at Jim and took the seat, half listening as Ms. Hudson explained the problem on the white board. He didn't recognize anyone else and the age range of the class was large. Sherlock had to be the youngest but the oldest was a boy in the front row with a large scowl and black hair, probably around twenty.

"Hey Johnny." Jim said as he held his hand in the air.

John smiled and high-fived the red boy, ignoring Sherlock's intense stare and the light feathery touch of the telepath on his helmet. "Why did she hug me?"

Jim chuckled behind his hand, and as the boy smiled John caught a flash of point teeth. "It's her power, super sense. Once she smells you she can track to you to the ends of the world, so don't miss class."

"Ohhh…Where's Sebastian?" John whispered.

Jim frowned sadly as if it was a real tragedy. "He's not as smart as we are, but we mustn't hold that against him."

John's lips twitched with a smile, he really liked Jim, who was funny and light hearted. He kept his head turned so he wouldn't have to look at Sherlock who was not attacking his helmet with a passion he hadn't felt in years. It took every ounce of self-control John possessed not to flinch every time the kid threw himself at John's barrier. He had to give the kid some credit because for such a young age he was strong and had it been anyone else, John was certain Sherlock would have already broken through their barrier but his helmet was unbreakable. Jim winked at John before looking down at the notebook on his desk and started jotting down what Ms. Hudson said.

John also turned his attention to the front of the class. The hour tickled by slowly, leaving John feeling antsy and bored. Sherlock wouldn't stop attaching his barrier and as flattering as it was, John was getting tired of the kid's assaults but he couldn't just blow up on a fifteen year old on the first day of class. So he took deep breaths, brushed off the attacks and intense stares and kept his eyes trained ahead until the bell rang and he dashed out of the room and into the busy hallway, crowded with students rushing to class. A few even tucked into shady notches snogging.

Jim puffed beside him and elbowed his side. "Dude are your pants on fire?" John looked down at his pants as Jim cackled. "You're so cute Johnny."

"That kid kept attacking me." John said touching his temple.

Jim looked monetarily confused before his eyebrows raised up in surprise, his mouth forming a perfect O. "You mean the entire hour Sherlock was trying to mind rape you? He must like you, that kid has the attention span of a squirrel."

John chuckled before his brain registered what Jim had said and he frowned. "Mind rape…..what?"

Jim smirked. "Don't get me wrong he's fine and damn is he smart but there's one to many loose screws up in that pretty head of his."

John scowled at Jim, pushing his shoulder. "James he's fifteen."

"Hot is hot." Jim shrugged licking his lips and looking John up and down.

John glared at the handsome red boy. Not that he was against his advances because John was well aware he went either way and as Jim had said hot is hot but he wasn't in the market for kids and Jim was creeping him out. True Sherlock was slightly attractive…ok Sherlock was gorgeous but fifteen and off limits. John was not going there.

"That's gross Jim." John said as Sebastian puffed to his left. John tensed but resisted the urge to throw the boy against the nearest wall.

"What?"

"Jim said Sherlock was hot." John replied appalled.

"I should hope you find that appalling but seeing as how you travel with the social outcasts with questionable morals some people might start to wonder." A frosty voice said behind the three. Jim and Sebastian stiffened as their smiled faded from their faces.

John turned around and found the entire hallway had ceased its moment and pushed themselves up against the wall to make way for three individuals. A light feathery touch with a hint of a chill brushed his helmet before retreating. The speaker was a posh looking boy with slicked back curly brown hair and gray-green eyes that remained him of Sherlock. Beside the boy a girl with shiny brown hair clicked away on her blackberry and on the other side a blond girl examined her nails like this was the most boring thing in the world. The boy, or young man since he was definitely older than John, held out his hand.

"Mycroft Holmes, Student body president, Welcome to Wolverine Academy."

Not one to cause problems John took the offered hand and shook, being sure to squeeze tightly. He was rewarded with a slight wince from the older boy. "I'm John as you probably know."

Mycroft smiled but the warmth didn't touch his cold eyes. "Of course you must be eager to get to your next class. First days can be so stressful."

"I didn't say anything." John stuttered, partly worried the older boy had somehow gotten past his helmet and read his mind.

Mycroft chuckled fondly as if he was dealing with a panicking toddler. "You're an open book to anyone who knows how to read."

"Are we done?" John demanded as his back stiffened and his face melted of all emotion.

Mycroft Holmes looked like a kid on Christmas as he smiled at this time warmth touched his cold eyes. "You tell me?"

John turned on his heel and started to walk away. "It was a pleasure John Watson." The cold voice called following John as he walked down the hallway not looking back and not caring if Jim or Sebastian followed. He just wanted the hell out of there, hopefully the two teleporters would understand and he could meet up with them later.

John was dead tired of others trying to get in his mind and gods did Mycroft have a massive ego. The student body made way for him like some king or high lord and the way his eyes twinkled as if he himself thought he was a sovereign. John shook his head and stormed into his next class, he had miraculously found. He stopped short about to turn right back and meet Mycroft head long.

Sherlock was sitting alone looking out the window. He didn't even turn to look as John came in. "Normally I can tell someone has entered the room by the buzz of their mind but you it's the silence. Truly fascinating. Have you always been that way?" Sherlock drawled lazily.

Edging into the room, John half expecting a mental assault but when one didn't come his shoulders relaxed. "Not going to mind rape me again?" John spit out, blushing as the world left his mouth.

Sherlock looked up, eyes twinkling. "Oh I would, but from our last encounter I found you don't react well with forcefulness so I'm taking a different more docile approach."

John sat down in the seat next to Sherlock, still weary of the fifteen year old. "I'm a person not an experiment." John hissed, before he schooled his face into a calm mask.

Sherlock's eyes traveled over John's face as he nodded. "Past experience with experimentation. I know a lab rat when I see one."

John slammed his hand on the table, not approaching Sherlock's comment and not about to take smack from a pubescent child. "Listen I would appreciate it, if you would back off. I'm not some experiment and I won't take kindly to your insinuations."

Sherlock leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and smirking. "I didn't insinuate anything, I know you were a lab rat that went under many various experiments, probably not all for your Nullification abilities but you're other more dangerous gift. I also know your mother ran away with you and your sibling and the fact that you want to go home but won't. Your father was the man who experimented on you and that's how you got your scar. Your bi-sexual and never hand any friends despite your friendly nature and I know despite your training you're not the monster you were created to-.."

"Stop." John choked out. "Just stop."

Sherlock blinked at the older boy and leaned forward. "Did I get anything wrong?"

John bit his lip and turned to the front of the room as the school bell rang and students started filing into class. John put his head on his desk, wanting to avoid the kid who despite his mutation being invalid against John, had stated such personal facts John was wondering how he had known any of that. The touch on his mind returned and started sporadically slamming against his barrier. It took John a moment to realize Sherlock was banging against his barrier in Morse code. His dad made him learn it until he could repeat it in sleep.

"J-O-H-N-J-O-H-N-J-O-H-N-J-O-H-N-J-O-H-…"

"What?" John growled looking up at Sherlock who smiled playfully.

"I won't tell if you tell me." The little imp said happily.

"Tell you with what?" John said uneasily, not liking where this was going but unwilling to let his life be publically known.

"What's so dangerous about you?" Sherlock grinned.

John rolled his eyes, like hell he was going to tell a kid that. "Sorry kid."

Sherlock frowned. "Call me by my name John. I'm not a kid."

John looked up at the teacher who had started class but wasn't even yelling at John and Sherlock who were loudly conversing during her lecture. In fact none of the other students where even paying them any attention, just diligently taking notes as the teacher droned on. John looked back at Sherlock who grinned again, but this time he looked dangerously. "No one can hear us."

"Sherlock, stop that." John hissed, glancing at the class with worry.

"Tell me what your other gift is?" Sherlock asked eagerly.

"Why do you even need to know?"

The question caught Sherlock off guard. The younger boy looked perplexed as if he hadn't even thought about why he was so desperate to know John's secret. John sighed as the class seemed to relax and the students looked down at their perfect notes. John frowned, from what he had just seen and the way he had met Sherlock this morning he would bet this was a frequent occurrence. Luckily his question stumped the younger boy to the point of silence and Sherlock ignored him the rest class and John was able to slip from the room and to his next class unnoticed. The next class, Biology, was uneventful and quickly flew by. By the time the bell rang for lunch John was starving. He walked to the cafeteria with a kid from his last class. They talked about Rugby and their plans for the future, both wanted to go to medical school. John felt a moment of happiness, maybe his life could be normal.

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