The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

Experiments

For the next several weeks, John paid little to no attention to anyone other than Professor Holmes. John found him inexplicably interesting. He was so smart, as was John, but something about what Professor Holmes was capable of stunned him.

When John got back from classes on Thursday afternoon, he decided to give in to the horrifying lunch food they provided. He got his lunch--a burger and salad. He wasn't too sure it was a real burger, but it smelled edible. He was about to sit by his sports friends when he saw Professor Holmes sitting outside reading. It was a nice day out, so he decided to eat outside with all of those who lingered on the property. Most of them were football players. He walked up to Professor Holmes and asked to join him. Professor Holmes nodded across from him. John sat.

"Has had your day been?" John asked, trying to make some form of conversation.

"Supposedly I have to be nice to students, so I won't say this rudely, I'm reading. Please do not disturb me."

"Okay." He said softly, and ate his lunch. He pulled out his phone-a message from Harry.

"What's wrong?" came the deep voice John found sexy, in a way. Professor Holmes had seen the worry in his face.

"Sorry? oh, un. Nothing. It's just my sister."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah. Well, no. She needs me to pick her up...but"

"but?" "I don't have a car."

"I'll take you, where is she?"

"Oh, um thanks but no. She um...she's"

"Drunk. Yes, I know, let's go." John stared at him. He wasn't too surprised, but still in awe of his correct accusation.

"My car's in the science lot. We'll have to walk a ways." John nodded, and they got up and started towards the main building. John threw away his unbeaten lunch and decided to skip lunch again. When they got to the car, it was small and black, and the back was filled with books and paperwork. It was a mess.

The car smelled of lavender, just like Sherlock. John didn't bother with his seatbelt, nor did Sherlock. They never made eye contact until they arrived at the bar and watched an obviously drunk and drug addicted young woman crawl from the pub and into the front seat on John's lap. She was small enough that John could do that. They could probably share the seat if they needed to.

"Can I use her for a harmless experiment?" Sherlock asked quietly.

"An experiment? What kind of experiment?" John was not sure of his intentions.

"Nothing tedious. Just some small respiratory strength tests."

"Tedious? No, I don't want you experimenting on my sister."

"Damn it." Sherlock murmured. John was looking at him now, looking into is deep blue eyes. Getting lost in their shine. He snapped out of it.

They pulled up at the college, and John didn't realize what he was dough until he was in a lab, sitting his sister in a large cushioned chair. He couldn't protest, and his sister had already agreed to it. He sat down in a lab chair and sighed. "Do you have anymore classes today?"

"No."

"Good."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is it good?"

"Oh, did I say that?" he mumbled something under his breath.

"Yes, you did."

"Oh well." he sighed.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Holmes ranted about everything he was going to do whilst going ingot he deepest depths of everything; every possible reason for testing on his sister. "And, will that hurt?" "If it does, then I've done something wrong, but I'm never wrong."

John smirked t his conceitedness and slouched in his chair, staring at him. After a couple hours of tests. John helped Holmes put everything into place. "Professor-" "Please, outside of school call me Sherlock." "Okay, Sherlock, um, what do we do now?"

"We? It's near four in the morning, I suggest you go to bed and I'll inform you of your sisters safe return home."

"I'll go with you."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"She's my sister. You don't know where we live."

"I can look it up,"

"I'm going."

"I must say Watson, you are very persistent in this matter. You don't like what she's doing, and you'll still help her even though you feel a strong hatred strictly from her actions. You want to keep her safe, but can't, nor do you know how. You left for college eagerly after this summer because your father had grown abusive. You have stopped cutting, but some scars still haven't healed. You have never told anyone other than your therapist that you cut, and she has done little about it. I would stop going to see her, they are supposed to help with those sorts of things."

John's jaw dropped, and Sherlock walked over to him and smiled with the corner of his mouth, walked to get his coat and scarf. John grabbed his coat and fallowed Sherlock to his car, helping Harry along the way. It was a two our drive and they didn't speak the whole way there.

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In the car, and hour to go before they are back on campus

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"You are far too young to be a teacher already."

"You are far too old to still be in college, but, then again, you are studying to be a doctor."

"How old are you?" John hesitated to ask.

"Twenty one. You?"

"Twenty five. How do you get done with college before me?"

"I started earlier. Obviously." John smiled, and looked out his window at the rising sun.

"I've got less than an hour to get ready for class, and more than an hour until we get to campus."

"That nearly rhymed."

"Sorry?" John and Sherlock were looking at each other now. There was a red light with terrible rain and fog.

"That nearly rhymed"

"It's not like I tried." They giggled at their immaturity. The light changed, and all that was heard was the patter of rain and the squeak of wheels. They arrived at the campus and headed into class, without supplies or a change of clothes. They had no choice, they would have been late.And class went on as usual.