Hamish grabbed Diana's hand. "Ready?" he asked. She swallowed and nodded.
They pushed open the doors of the school.
Diana sat down in math class and looked at the equations she was supposed to solve. "Boring," she breathed, and wrote down the answers.
The rest of her classes went the same way, excepting Chemistry, which gave her a bit of trouble although she knew it would be Hamish's best class. She didn't really make any friends, as everyone seemed to be an idiot here.
When lunch finally rolled around, a few girls wearing heavy makeup and low-cut shirts told Diana she could sit with them, but she declined, mainly because the three girls could probably add all their GPAs together to make about a 2.5. So she pushed past and spotted Hamish, looking very much like Sherlock as he glared at everyone else.
"Diana. Thank god," he said as she sat down with him. "I was afraid you had jumped out a window. Or pushed someone else out the window."
"Very funny," she replied. He smiled at her. God, she thought, for an antisocial seventeen year old, he has an amazing smile.
Diana's phone buzzed. She pulled it out. The text message read:
John and I won't be able to pick you up. Could you get a cab or something?
SH
Hamish read it over her shoulder. "I don't want to take a cab," he whined.
She laughed. "Maybe Uncle Mycroft will be able to give us a ride."
His eyes widened. "Oh yes, please!"
She sent Mycroft a quick text message, and he answered within a minute, saying that yes, he would be able to take them back to Baker Street.
So after school, they went outside and waited for three minutes before hearing the whir of huge blades, and a helicopter landed in front of them. They boarded and saw Mycroft at the controls. They sat down and yelled greetings over the sound of the helicopter, and Mycroft nodded in return. It was a fifteen-minute ride from school to Baker Street, but only five minutes by helicopter. They landed on the roof and Diana and Hamish got out. Mycroft waved goodbye before taking off again.
A/N: I like the idea of Hamish AND a sister, it's sort of like a different version of the parentlock idea, but I also want to do some stuff with Hamish and Diana as kids, so I'm going to publish another story like this, except the kids are growing up with Sherlock and John.
R&R!