When Writers Bleed On Paper

That's The Kind Of Heartbreak Time Could Never Mend

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Characters: Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

Setting: High School and Season 1-2

Romantic: It's Sherlock

Story Type:  Angst/Fluff

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It was the second period. Biology. Their teacher came into the room, his face flushed like he had been running. As John sat down, the teacher was already explaining their lesson for today. They would cut open frogs and for that everyone should get into groups of two. When the teacher told everyone to find a partner, the room got filled with the sound of loud talking and shifting off chairs. His blue eyes wandered over the rows of tables until he finally saw him.

At the very back of the classroom on the chair right next to the window. He was sitting alone like always. His curly dark hair was falling in front of his face as he leaned over the white plastic tub, examinating the dead frog which laid inside, all limbs stretched out. John watched the boy as he pulled the white latex gloves over his hands and took the safety cap of the scalpel they were provided. He didn't realize he reached his table until his thighs bumped against the edge of it.

The other had noticed the shaking of his table and looked up. It felt like his eyes were piercing straight through John's soul.

"How can I help you?" The boy said, his voice was monotonous, lowering his gaze back down. It took John a second to response.

"Sorry to bother, but i was wondering if we could work together? You know, as partners for the project?"

Instead of an answer, the dark curled boy just stared at John, slicing open the belly of the frog in on straight line without looking away. The blond gulped, understanding that this was a no.

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"Oh, get over your little boy crush." Greg laughed, slamming his hand down on John's shoulder, who flinched from the minimal pain.

"It's not a crush..." He mumbled into the collar of his jacket. His eyes were fixed onto him. The boy with the dark curls. He had noticed him talking to a girl with long brown hair, Molly Huper was her name, and she was the only one that he ever talked to beside his brother.

"Of course not!" John could almost hear Greg rolling his eyes without looking at him. Gregory Lestrade was a year above him. They had bumped into each other at a party a few years ago and since both had been kind of lost back then they had spent their time together. Ever since then Greg liked to pick on John like an older brother would probably do, but if he ever actually needed someone to talk to, John knew Greg would be there.

"How did you do it?" John asked, finally turning towards Greg.

"How did I do what?" There was confusion written all over the elders face.

"How did you talk to the other Holmes brother?"

Greg raised both eyebrows in mocking surprise until he saw the serious face of his friend.

"Mycroft? He came up to me, not the other way around. Asked me to do him a favour and look after Sherlock while he was on a school trip for a week or so..." Greg looked over his shoulder to search for the older Holmes brother, the area around his eyes wrinkling through his big smile when he found him in the crowd. "I just saw it as a favour for a classmate, there was nothing more to it. After that, he owned me a favour, and we just started talking." Greg shrugged his shoulders.

"So you're telling me I can only hope for Sherlock to approach me?" John let out a defeated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look like he was pouting. Now it was Greg's turn to look defeated as he watched his friend acting all grumpy. "Fine... I haven't used that favour yet, so maybe I can set something up for you, but you own me, got it?" He would never admit it, but the way his friend's face lit up made Greg's lips twitch upwards into a soft smile.