You're my Soulmate [Johnlock]

Chapter Two

John's POV

John made his way down the hallway looking for his room. Once he found it he unlocked the door and stepped inside. A boy with curly black hair looked up from one of the beds. His eyes seemed to read him as he closed the door behind him. He was tall and slender with bright eyes that seemed to be every color. Mostly blue at the moment. His face was so pale and he had musician hands. And his check bones-

"Um, hello," he said snapping John out of his staring. "I'm Sherlock Homles," someone on one of the beds grunted. "And, I don't know who he is,"

"Carl," he muttered. Carl sat up rubbing his eyes. "Who are you guys?" He had longish straight black hair and brown eyes. "Are we all roommates? I call the bottom bunk bro," he looked at John.

"I'm John Watson," he smiled slightly at Carl then looked at Sherlock. He was staring at him. They made eye contact for a second before Sherlock turned his attention to Carl.

"Sherlock Holmes,"

"Well, nice to meet you two. I'm gonna go get some coffee," he stood up, throwing his blanket off of him revealing how scrawny he was. "Later," he walked out the door. John looked back at Sherlock who was propping a violin case against the wall.

"Do you play the violin?" He asked, trying to start a conversation while leaning against the wall. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Obviously," he laid down on his back and looked at the ceiling with his hands pressed together under his chin. "Carl. Carl. Carl is the youngest of seven siblings. He's usually forgotten but he doesn't care anymore," John looked at him quizzically. Sherlock was talking softly to himself. "He was on a running team in high school and won first place every competition. Currently he is single but has an on again off again relationship. He doesn't care for his study's because all he wants to do is become an athlete," he sighed. "Dull," he whispered.

"How did you know all of that?" John asked interested. He sat down in the chair at the desk. Sherlock looked at him sideways.

"Sorry I tend to talk aloud when I think or make deductions. And I don't know, I observe." He went back to staring at the ceiling.

"Amazing!" John exclaimed. "You got all of that just from looking at him?" Sherlock looked confused for a moment.

"Yes," he said slowly. "And from looking at the few possessions he has already out," Sherlock looked up at John then quickly looked away. "The trophy suggests athlete along with the sport magazines under his bed. He has a picture of him and his family taped on the wall with him on the far left side partly isolated from the rest of his family. His clothes are slightly to big and old so hand-me-downs from his older siblings. And the way he-" Sherlock stopped abruptly. "Sorry you probably don't care," he sighed.

"That was fantastic! How do you do that?" John asked him. He was smiling slightly and when Sherlock glanced at him sideways he started to smile, too. Sherlock was about to answer his question when the door opened again. Carl waltzed into the bedroom holding a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He nodded causally to the two of them.

"Ah, Carl, I see you and your girlfriend are back together. Carl narrowed his eyes at him.

"How'd you know that?"

"You're texting her right now with a small smile and by the way your clothes are more rumpled she obviously hugged you and-"

"Piss off," Carl flopped down on his bed again. Sherlock shut up immediately and continued to look at the ceiling as of nothing had happened. "By the way the dining hall is open for dinner," Carl said not looking up from his phone. John looked from Carl to Sherlock and back again. He stood up at looked at Sherlock.

"Well, I'm going I dinner. Are you coming?" John asked politely.

"Eating slows down my thinking," Carl snorted and didn't bother trying to cover it up. Sherlock glanced at him sideways. "But I need to put my violin in the band room," he stood up suddenly and grabbed his case. John noticed that his knuckles were white. The two of them walked out of the room leaving Carl alone, texting.

Sherlock's POV

Sherlock didn't even notice John until they were halfway down the hallway. John Watson. John. Could he be...? It doesn't matter you freak. Why would anyone like you? He thought to himself.

"So where are you from?" John asked him looking up. He was short. Really short.

"London," he answered, trying not to stare at him. John grinned.

"Me too! Who would've known?" Sherlock looked at John and began to make deductions. John didn't want people knowing who his soulmate was based on how he had a watch covering it. In the room he noticed that John had a picture of him and a women. Too young for his mother, too old for a lover. Must be his sister. He didn't really open up much to people or to the people he did know. He used products in his hair and had neatly trimmed eyebrows. Gay. He didn't go around telling people but had figured it out for himself. Sherlock smiled a little to himself. "What? What did you 'deduce' about me?" John asked.

"How's your sisters job at the bar?" Sherlock panicked and said the first thing that came to mind. John smiled slightly.

"Amazing," he whispered. "Harry is fine," he said louder. "She dropped out of college so she could work at a bar in London. Had a bit of a drinking problem, although you probably figured that out," he looked up at him.

"The picture you have in our room of the two of you is in a bar. One just a few blocks down of Baker Street. You two are close, living in the same house, spending time together outside of the house, too. But you don't like her drinking habits. And-" they turned a corner and Sherlock froze.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Sherlock Holmes," an annoying voice spoke out. "I didn't know psychopaths were allowed in college," John clenched his knuckles.

"Anderson, don't speak out loud, you lower the IQ of the whole campus," John laughed but quickly turned it into a cough. Anderson didn't seem to notice him. "And I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research," John bit back a smile while Anderson glared at Sherlock.

"Sally's here, too. Just in case you were wondering," he pushed past Sherlock and turned down the hallway opposite of where they came from. John whistled.

"What kind of a name is 'Anderson?'" Sherlock laughed, surprising himself.

"An idiotic one," the two of them laughed again as they made their way down the stairs. They passed by two others going up. The shorter one has straight black hair neatly cut and styled. His eyes seemed just as black as his hair. He seemed very relaxed but his friend looked tense. Short blonde hair and dull blue eyes as if he had seen things that left him empty. But they seemed to be brighter when he looked at his friend. A long scar stretching from his forehead to his cheek on his left side made him look more intimidating.

"For the last time Jim no, you can't call me 'tiger' or any other pet name. Sebastian's fine," the blonde one said, his voice gravely.

"Aww that's no fun, Sebby," Jim purred. His voice was convincing. Dangerous. More then Sebastian. He looked tough, but Jim obviously got what he wanted through intelligence, strategy, terror and force. "What are you looking at?" He asked Sherlock monotoned.

"Nothing. Just passing by," he smiled, daring the other to say something. They didn't frighten him at all. He stared at him emotionless before going up again.

"Come along, Sebby," Sebastian glared at them one last time before going after Jim. John looked at Sherlock.

"Are they good guys or...?" He asked.

"There are no 'good guys' and 'bad guys' but watch out for those two," he warned before climbing down the rest of the stairs. John quickly caught up to him and they walked the rest of the way to the dinning hall hardly speaking.

A/N
Lots of new characters! Sorry about that by the way. What do you think about it? I have ideas of where I want the story to go but I would love to hear from you guys.