You're my Soulmate [Johnlock]

Chapter Four

A/N Guess who's not dead! Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever but here's a new chapter for you guys!

Sherlock's POV

Sherlock wasn't a morning person. Carl didn't seem to be one, either. John, on the other hand, was up at 7:15 and opening the curtains to the window letting in the light. Sherlock groaned and pulled his blanket over his face. Carl murmured something and rolled onto his stomach. Miscalculating how far he was from the edge, he fell off.

"Ow," He whined. "Dammit John why are you up so early?" Sherlock muffled in agreement. "We don't even have any classes today," John rolled his eyes and picked up a towel.

"Whatever. I'm going to go take a shower before they run out of hot water," He picked up a little bag and walked out of their room. Sherlock curled up even more in his blankets and stayed like that until 7:30. He grudgingly got up and put on his favorite purple shirt and black pants. Doubling checking that his wrist band was covering John's name, Carl slumped out of the room groaning about coffee.

It was 7:36 by the time John got back fully clothed and his hair still damp. He put on his watch before Sherlock could see the name on his wrist. What are you doing you freak? You don't just stare at people's names. He thought looking away.

"Are you coming to breakfast?" John asked. He was pulling on a pair of shoes and glanced up at Sherlock. "Because you promised you'd think about it and breakfast is-"

"'The most important meal of the day' yes I know that," Sherlock interrupted and imminently silently cursed himself. But John just smiled.

"Everyone's heard that saying before I know you're not an idiot. I was going to say that breakfast is waffles today," he unplugged his phone from the charger in the wall.

"Oh," was all Sherlock said.

"So are you coming?" They made eye contact and for a second Sherlock couldn't speak but soon recovered.

"Alright but they better have eggs,"

"I'm sure they do. How do you take them?"

"Benedict," John laughed.

"I doubt that they would serve benedict eggs to some college students," Sherlock smiled with him.

"Well let's go see," and they left the room passing Carl who had a large cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.

They talked a little bit on the short walk to the dinning hall. John found out that Sherlock had been playing the violin since he was eight years old.

"Really? You've been playing the violin for eleven years?"

"Yup. It sounded like a dying cat for the first year but eventually I became better," Sherlock liked the feeling that he made John laugh.

Sherlock also found out that John planing on going into the military after collage. But they soon made it to the dinning hall and he immediately turned around when he saw who was inside.

"Sherlock!" Too late. "I haven't seen you since yesterday morning," why was he here? "Who's this?" Oh no. Mycroft was standing in front of John and Sherlock now along with another man with already grey hair and blue eyes. He smiled politely at Sherlock.

"John Watson. You are?" Mycroft smiled knowingly at Sherlock.

"Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother," why did the universe hate him? "So, Sherlock, how are you enjoying this school so far?"

"Don't be rude introduce this man," he gestured toward the grey haired man. Mycroft hesitated.

"Greg, this is my little brother Sherlock, Sherlock this is Greg Lestrade," Sherlock smiled at the two of them.

"Oh? It's nice to meet you, Greg," he said too cherry. Mycroft shifted awkwardly.

"You too," Greg replied not so sure. "So. Are you and John roommates?"

"Yup," John replied. "And some guy named Carl. Are you and Mycroft roommates?"

"Yeah," Sherlock looked at Mycroft. He opened his mouth to say something but Mycroft jumped interrupted him.

"Greg doesn't your tryouts start at 8:30?" He looked down at his watch.

"Oh yeah thanks! Sorry guys I gotta go," he walked out the door and made his way to the field.

"So, Brother, what sport does Greg play?" Mycroft glared at him.

"Rugby," he answered. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go to the library," he left the dinning hall at a quicker pace then he should have. Sherlock smirked but John looked confused.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked.

"Mycroft's soulmate is named Greg," Sherlock stated. They were in a line now to get their waffles although Sherlock didn't really plan on getting any.

"Do you think that that was his you know. A lot of people have the name Greg,"

"Nope it's him. When he checked his watch it slid over and I saw the letters M Y and T and not that many people share my brothers name," they were sitting down at a table now with two plates of waffles. John's had two while Sherlock only had half of one and some scrabbled eggs.

"Well, that's good for them. Is that really all your going to eat?" He opened his mouth to say something. "And don't give me that 'eating slows down my thinking' stuff again. Eat,"

"Your not my mother, John," Sherlock said but took a big bite of eggs anyways. John smiled slightly.

"So how come you didn't mention your brother before?"

"Because he's a pain the the arse," John laughed and finished the last of his waffles. The two of them decided to go back to their room to finish unpacking and organize things. Hopefully Carl would be there.

When they got back Carl was hanging his clothes up in the closet.

"Hey guys," all of Sherlock's clothes were in the trunk that they had for the single bed and johns were still in his suitcase. Sherlock sat on his bed and started reading a book while John and Carl hung up their clothes.

"Sherlock," John's voice snapped him out of his book. "What times do your classes start?" With little complaint the three of them pulled out their schedules and compared them to see what times they needed to wake up.

"So like none of us need to be awake until ten," Carl chimed in.

"Carl that's the time the class starts. You need to wake up at least half an hour before the class starts more likely an hour," John corrected him. Sherlock sighed and leaned back against his bed. "Hey we all have maths at the same time. And me and you have biology at the same time," he said looking at Sherlock.

"I should let you know ahead of time that I'm either extremely intrigued in a class and will listen the whole time or I will find it boring and not pay any attention at all," he picked up his book again.

"I don't know which one I should be hoping for," John mumbled.

A/N
So how'd you guys like it? Again I'm sorry I haven't written in forever but this chapter is longer. I'll try to upload again before May (maybe) bye for now!