All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 25: On My Way

A/N: Warning. This chapter kinda sucks because I can't make good battle with my nemesis' henchman scenes. I need to work on that. :(

Chapter 25: On My Way

Sherlock

"Why would I help you, little brother?" Mycroft asked.

Sherlock stood in the office of Mycroft Holmes, glaring at him. He was already in the other's office, begging for help and Mycroft still denied him.

"Because I have begged and I really need your help," Sherlock said, still glaring at his older brother. "It's not everyday I come here for help."

"But what you ask for is really low, isn't it?" Mycroft said. "Clear the neighbourhood and the school? Just because you're scared of facing the past?"

Sherlock pursed his lips. It was low, but surely Mycroft would understand.

"I don't want any distractions," He said.

Mycroft beamed at him. But his smile was mocking.

"Ahh, yes! Distractions." Mycroft's smile turned into a grimace. "What kind of distractions? Bullies? Old crushes?"

"I just don't want people to get in the way," Sherlock quickly added. "Or get hurt."

Mycroft looked down on him then shook his head. "Even if I could-"

"Which you could," Sherlock pointed out.

"I would want you to face the past and just get it over with," Mycroft smiled. "It'll teach you some things mummy and daddy couldn't teach you."

"They taught me lots of helpful things," Sherlock scowled. "You never bothered to teach me shit."

"Because you need to learn by yourself," Mycroft said. "And you need to learn to do this on your own."

Sherlock gaped at his brother, for it was the first time Mycroft had actually given him advice.

"You're up to something," Sherlock declared. "I'll figure it out."

As Sherlock walked out of the office, he heard Mycroft say, "I hope not."

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Sherlock paid the cabby, climbed out of the car and looked at the school with a small smile.

He remembered his days there. Causing trouble, the teachers having to put up with his reckless behaviour because he was 'special'.

Suddenly, he felt the urge to use the laboratory back in Baskerville High and cause some trouble, like old times.

Oh, how he missed the days when teachers would scold him and he would just laugh at them as they gave him detention slips. He would definitely do that when he returned to Baskerville High. Everyone already knew that he was a genius anyway, why not prove it?

He walked towards the large building and felt a sense of déjà vu wash over him as he entered his old school.

Sherlock walked through the hallways, ignoring the students gaping at him, whispering things he didn't want to know about.

"Sherlock?"

He turned around at the voice he had dreaded to hear. It was Vincent.

"Hello, Vincent," Sherlock said.

"Where have you been?" Vincent stepped a bit closer, sending Sherlock's stomach into a state of uncomfortable yet pleasant queesiness.

"Baskerville High." Sherlock's voice was barely audible, but he knew Vincent could hear him. He always did.