Remember Me (Teenlock)

Chapter Four

Sherlock’s POV

The fight, as I had expected, didn’t last long. No one was ready for John’s attacks towards the other kids. Even I was surprised about that. His fighting skills were excellent, too. He wasn’t so stupid as to swing his arms around, and his stance was near perfect. But the fight ended shortly after it had started, by a lady whom I didn’t know (she was new this year) who promised that if we stopped right away and didn’t fight again in her dining room, she wouldn’t tell Headmistress Adler. Everyone promised and began getting their food like nothing happened. I must admit, I stood much closer to John after everyone dispersed. He wasn’t lying about protecting me. I had gotten hit three times, my all time low. I was swept away from my thoughts when I heard John laughing quietly.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t have to stand so close, Sherlock. Do you really think any of those kids are gonna come back to get you?”

I started to say ‘You’d be surprised,’ but John cut me off. “No. Even if they were that stupid, that lady has been watching us like a hawk. She’ll know exactly who started it, and who to send off. You’ll be fine. I promise. Even if it’s just for today.”

I nodded. It was so easy to believe John. He was so confident in his words, and he did speak the truth. I was glad to have him around, even if it was only to be for a short time. So, I left room between us so we could both breathe. Well, we were, of course, breathing before, but it felt much more comfortable now. When we sat down at an empty table, John glanced at my plate with my single pancake on it.

“Is that all you’re going to have?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes. Why?” I responded.

“Well, it’s just not very much is all. And, well, never mind.”

I tried to think of what he was going to say as I ate my pancake. Probably about how skinny I was. People always said that about me when they first met me, but eventually, they all gave up on caring. So I did too. I kept count in my head of the minutes passing so we could get to class on time. When there was eight minutes (and sixteen seconds) left, Mycroft came over to our table with Lestrade. They both sat down with Lestrade by John and Mycroft by me.

“I see you have made a friend, Sherlock,” my brother said.

I nodded. “You could say that.”

“So who’re you, mate?” asked Lestrade.

“John Watson, and the two of you are….”

“I’m Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock’s brother. And next to you is Greg Lestrade,” Mycroft explained.

Suddenly, Molly appeared with one of her little friends. The girl was new, so I knew that Molly was about introduce her to me.

Try to be nice, try to be nice, try to be nice, try to be n-

“Hey, Sherlock!” Molly said in her chirpy voice.

“Hello, Molly.” Be nice. Be interested. “How are you?”

“I’m good, Sherlock. And you?”

“Fine. Thank you.”

“Good, that’s really good. Um, well anyways, this is Mary Morstan,” she told me.

Mary, John, Molly, Jim, it seemed that good or bad, everyone here had a boring name. Maybe that was another reason I was picked on. But then again, I didn’t see Mycroft with any troubles. Nevertheless, I introduced myself.

“Sherlock Holmes,” I said, shaking the girl’s hand. “Pleased to meet you Mary.”

Everyone else exchanged hello’s and whatnot before Molly and Mary turned to leave. All of us stood up as there was two minutes, exactly, until class started.