Mutant High!

Chapter Three

John paced around his room, clutching a towel around his waist, rubbing his head and growling to himself. What the hell….what the fucking hell had gone wrong? The day had started iffy and then calmed down after he managed to distract Sherlock, who he hadn't seen since third period. Lunch with Mike had been perfect and John saw himself befriending the pudgy boy. Mycroft even left him alone and he was able to hang out with Jim and Sebastian afterschool, and those two where a breath of fresh air. When he got home he helped make dinner and was about to dig into his plate of chicken when his mom had pointed out he was still wearing his helmet.

He took it off, and that's when things got weird.

Jean and Harry's presences flooded John's mind as they silently reviewed his day. Jean frowned and commented she was going to have a word with Logan but other than that was silent. Both of them teased him about Sherlock.

"He's just your type." Harry purred.

John rolled his eyes, like she would even know, she hated men. Harry frowned and kicked her brother under the table.

Jean laughed. "Oh honey, I know it's hard but you must resist him."

"Mom." John groaned, sometimes he felt that he was the parent and those two where his kid. Jean and Harry laughed at his thought both commenting how mature he was and sometimes it was true, he kept them inline and sane.

Something in the back of his mind itched. It felt like a bug was crawling in his mind and every time he went to slap it away he couldn't find anything. Jean and Harry where slightly worried at his twitchiness over dinner but let it slide. They bid him goodnight and John took a soothing shower still unable to shake off the feeling something was amiss. He immerged from the second floor bathroom and a steamy shower, clad only in a long white towel. John opened the door to his room and stopped short. His window was open and Sherlock was on his floor digging through his boxes. His junk and stuff littered the floor and almost every box had been opened and examined.

"What are you doing?" John roared, slamming his door shut.

Sherlock didn't turn around, didn't even jump in surprise. He slowly turned with a smug smile on his face, until he saw a half-naked John and his smile faded and he blushed deeply, but the imp refused to look away in embarrassment. John also realized his nakedness and he looked away flushed, clutching his towel tighter.

"Sherlock get out of my room."

"You manipulate the electromagnetic field thus giving you complete control of all metal. Quite impressive I can see why you would be scared of yourself." John's mouth fell open at Sherlock's announcement, about to demand how the kid had worked that out.

"I'm not a kid John and you took down your helmet. Which is ingenious by the way. I'd like to run a few tests."

John stiffened at the dreaded word 'tests' and imminently threw up his helmet. Sherlock frowned deeply. "Leave Sherlock." John said angrily.

He was finding it hard not to smash Sherlock's pretty face in with his fist. Or choke him until the kid stopped talking. John took a shaky breath to calm himself and not explode. He couldn't live himself if he had another accident again. John wondered why his frightening thoughts hadn't sent his mother running wondering what was going on.

Sherlock stood up but didn't make a move to leave. "Save me John, save me from the boredom of this school."

John shook his head sending water droplets in every direction. "Get out of my room, Sherlock before I really show you why I'm dangerous."

Sherlock's eye alit with excitement as he took a step closer. "Is anger always your trigger or can you use it otherwise." He mused.

John took a threatening step forward, he wasn't sure what he was going to do but it would defiantly get the kid out of his hair. For Gods sake the kid had broken into his room and rummaged through his stuff and then had the gull to assume he'd be more than happy to help him. John's bedroom door slammed open as Jean stood in the doorway, puffing loudly, her green eyes frantically searching the room.

"You disappeared." She panted.

John regretfully took down his helmet knowing how it upset his mother she probably thought he'd been kidnapped or knocked unconscious. John reached out and put a hand on his mother's shoulder. "I'm fine mom." She smiled up at him as her mind caressed him gently.

Sherlock coughed into his hand, breaking up the touching scene and bring all of Jean's attention on himself. John was surprised his mom didn't right out an attack the kid, her face morphed into a joyful smile as she rushed to the young boy and enveloped him in a hug. Sherlock smugly eyed John over his mother's shoulder. Jean didn't say anything but having lived with telepaths for his entire life, John could tell a mental conversation when he saw one. Part of him wanted to know what they talked about and the other wanted them both out of his room.

"What do you like for breakfast?" Jean asked as she led Sherlock out of John's room, giggling with happiness. John's shoulders deflated with horror, she had invited him to stay?

"Waffles," Sherlock said sweetly, sending a wink over his shoulder to John.

John growled at the two and slammed his door, which left him in his current predicament. John stormed over to his open window and slammed it closed, vowing to nail it shut to prevent the little imp from entering his room again. John quickly glanced out the dark window, how had Sherlock climbed up the two story house and opened his window? John decided he really didn't want to know, it'd make him paranoid. Throwing his towel on one of the many boxes John pulled on a pair of loose pants and snuggled into his bed, turning the light switch off with his powers. He'd deal with this cluster-fuck in the morning, and hey on the bright side they were having waffles!

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"Do you like waffles?" a voice purred in John's tired mind.

He rolled over in his bead and groaned loudly, pulling his covers over his head as if that would block the voice. He was almost kind of grateful for the voice, he had been having a particularly violent dream. Not that he'd ever tell the kid that. The he remember who he was dealing with, a mind reader and he didn't have his helmet on. Damn his life.

"You can't block me here." The voice said triumphantly. "And you're welcome."

"I can put my helmet on." John grumbled into his pillow, wishing the kid would just let him sleep. It was bad enough the kid had invaded his home, raided his room, seen him half naked but now he was intruding in on his sleep? He might punch the little imp in the morning.

"Your mother hates violence." Sherlock stated in John's mind. "She never liked it when you and harry used to quarrel as children."

"How did you trick my mother and sister to allow you to sleep here?" John grumbled, looking up at his dark ceiling and the shadows on the wall.

The voice was silent and John was just drifting back into sleep when Sherlock interrupted him again. "I simply told them the truth."

"That's nice," John thought sleepily. "The truth is nice."

"I know your secrets now," Sherlock whispered back. "I know you can't use your helmet on me here, that'll send your mother and Harry running. You're open to me here."

"What are you going to do about it?" John mumbled sleepily as his mind finally subcome to sleep and he drifted off into the peaceful darkness. Free of nightmares and monsters.

Right below John's room, Sherlock lay in the guest bedroom, in a pair of long borrowed pj's. He had felt the older boy's nightmares and had awoken him for some night time banter but once again John's question left him speechless. He could use this newfound knowledge to make the older boy his servant, to do anything he wished, and John would gladly do anything to keep his dark secret. A secrete Sherlock thought should be shared. He was fascinated by John's abilities and the helmet was just the frosting on the cake, a cake Sherlock was finding was his favorite flavor. Too bad for him the older boys morals where too steadfast to do anything.

Rolling on his side, Sherlock smiled into his pillow. "What am I going to do? Nothing." He admitted as he too subcomed to dreamland.

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After a wonderful breakfast of waffles and sausage, John was forced to walk to school with Sherlock, only after Sherlock had secured himself a permanent place setting at the Watson table. Seriously. Sherlock was offered the guest bedroom too. So that meant he and the kid where now living together. John had tried to reason with his mother but she just brushed it off, even Harry told John to chill and let the kid stay. The only thing John could get from Sherlock was that he simply told them the truth. What truth is what John wanted to know but Sherlock stayed tightlipped. So that found him and the kid walking to school together. And then to class.

Luckily he could pretend the kid didn't exist and talk to Jim in Ms. Hudson's class, to which Jim found hilarious and bragged to Sebastian how John loved him more than Sherlock. John just rolled his eyes at the red boys antics. And from there it was a breeze. John realized if he only just acknowledged the kid and was friendly but cold he didn't feel guilty and he could ignore Sherlock. It worked right up until they had to walk home together at the end of the day. Sherlock cornered John at the door way.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Why do I have to spend time with you?" John shot back, he knew he should but his helmet down but he wanted it keep it on in the presence of Sherlock as long as possible, he still didn't trust the kid just yet.

Sherlock opened his mouth and then shut it, once again stumped. His gray-green eyes looked the older boy up and down before they narrowed dangerously. "You like Jim more than me?"

John threw his hand sin the air. "I don't know you. Jim has at least tried to get to know me he's talked to me and treated me like a person not some experiment. You haven't done either and frankly you've just been acting like a snobbish little rude brat so why are you surprised I'm treating you like that?" John shouted loudly as he threw open the door and stormed into the house and up to his room, shedding his helmet in the process.

"But I-.." Sherlock's small voice whispered in the back of John's head.

John glared down at the boy from the stairwell. "Grow up Sherlock, and then we'll talk."

Thanks for Reading!

So harsh...but we've all been there; had that little kid that idolizes us and follows us around it's cute but gods it can get annoying and sometimes you just want to turn around and tell them to TGFO….also john has serious anger issues…..NEXT up a fluffy apology...but from who?

Faith Robin- what am I doing? You tell me!

Sakura-blossom62- I'm so glad you like this idea and the interactions of the characters!

LittleMissDreamer7- aww your reading this story too….that made me uber happy and I'm so pleased you like this one. Hopefully it'll be just as good as my other!

Yaii- Like the name! Hopefully this chapter is good enough! I feel you on the computer. Mine hates me, that's why I use my laptop now

Unicornkatt-…A unicorn cat sounds pretty awesome yet deadly. I know not that I thing Jim and Sherlock aren't prodigies but John needs to be BAMF too! Glad you like it!

Anon-Yes John is jean Gray's son and no Magneto isn't his father...in a way he's kinda magneto in the way of power. Sherlock is amazing and being a telepath just makes him even more epic! I ADORE the idea of Jim and Sherlock fighting over john it's my favorite and so it shall be!

StrawberryFUN- oh smut. XD...yeahhh ok I will give that my best but can you deal with limes at the moment!