Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Five: Summer

Professor Diana Wayne was actually in her classroom, unlike Professor Walker.

Again, there were no assigned seats, so I just took a place next to silent Sherlock. "What did you mean by not an accident?" I asked curiously. "The angle was all wrong for me to see."

Sherlock waited for Professor Wayne to turn aroud before whispering to John and I, "First, the second Ian opened the cabinet, I saw that the chemicals had already been spilled. Second, several phials and syringes were missing. Now that everything in that cabinet has been destroyed, there won't be enough evidence to accuse anyone.

"Third, someone obviously planned this. Most of those chemicals mixed together couldn't produce a spark. Someone knew which ones could explode when mixed together. This all leads up to one thing?" Sherlock finished.

Neither John or I could refrain from asking, "What?"

"A case." Sherlock smirked.

"Anything you'd like to share, you three?" Professor Wayne's voice rang. John looked like a deer in headlights. I probably looked a little guilty, and Sherlock very calmly answered, "No."

I've got to learn how to act instantly. I looked at the desk, blushing with embarrassment, and the professor kept on teaching. Sherlock waited a few moments before talking even more quietly than earlier.

"Yes, we have a case." Sherlock whispered.
"We?" I questioned. Sherlock looked at me.
"Well, I assumed that you would want something to take your mind off the mind numbing boredom and monotony of the school." he said, tilting his head quizzically.

I blinked. "Okay," I admitted. "When you put it like that, I'm in."

Sherlock smirked. Truth was, I would probably join in anyway, or go off on my own. I'm just that kind of person.

The lesson passed uneventfully. It wasn't until we went to math that I saw him. Professor Moriarty was standing at the door, talking to the teacher, Professor Wayne, our language teacher's husband.

The first thing that scared me were the eyes. The dead dog eyes. Well, more like dead dog with rabies that was shot in the head but wasn't buried so its rotting eyes.

The seoncd thing that scared me was that he was so clean. His clothes, hair style, even expression was devoid of emotion and character. I couldn't deduce a thing.

What scared me the most was when he turned and locked eyes with me, and smiled. Not a 'lets get this over with' smile, or a 'I'm so happy to see you' smile. More like a 'I'm gonna enjoy tearing you limb from limb' smile.

I involuntarily froze, and stepped behind Sherlock.

"Wha- oh. Moriarty." Sherlock hissed. He also stopped moving. John slowed down, looking back at us.

"Get to class, Mr Watson." Professor Wayne called. John nodded.

"I'll need to talk to Miss Reid and Mr Holmes for a moment." Moriarty said smoothly. I was surprised at how velvety his voice sound, with its soft Irish accent.

Maybe it was instinct, but the second all the doors were closed, and it was just us three, Sherlock gently pushed me behind him further.

I blushed a little, wondering why I was trusting pretty much a complete stranger.

"What do you want?" Sherlock hissed. The teacher walked closer.

"I want you to stop avoiding my classes, Sherlock." the teacher said, so low that I could barely hear him.

"Why? I've been clean for over two months." Sherlock shot back. Moriarty smirked.

"Aftermath, Sherlock." he smirked. "Just to make sure."

Sherlock glared at him. "What else." Sherlock spat. "You would need Summer if you just wanted to tell me to come back to you 'counseling'."

The teacher's shark-like grin grew wider.

"Oh, I almost forgot." he said pleasantly. "Miss Reid, you need to come to my office. Mr. Holmes, you can go to class."

"No." Sherlock said. "She's not going, because she's perfectly fine."

"Well, theirs a nasty rumor going around about her wrists. Her cut wrists, actually." Moriarty said smoothly. On instint, I tried tughing my sleeved down further. Moriarty stared at the movement. "A rumor that is apparently true."

"Well, it's not." Sherlock growled.

"Detention, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty snapped. That shoved me into action.

"Go to class, Sherlock." I whisper, stepping out from behind him and gently pushing him towards math class. "I'll be fine."

I smiled to show him that I wasn't concerned. Sherlock was not convinced., because on his otherwise emotionless face, his eyes showed the tiniest glint of concern.

"Go." I demanded. "Now, Sherlock."

He hesitated for half a second, then turned on his heel and walked into math class without looking back.

Oh well. I'm doomed.

I turned to face Professor Moriarty.

"Let's get this over with." I muttered, following him to my death. Or his death. Or we both die at the same time. Whatever comes first.

That was a depressing thought.

'Yes it was.'

'Shut up.'

'Yeesh. Touchy.'

This is going to take a while.