Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Seventeen: Summer

"Curly?" Sherlock asked as he closes the door to my room. "What kind of nickname is that?"

"Your nickname. Duh." I sakd smoothly. "You have curly hair."

He was taking me to see where the school orchestra is supposed to practice. I wanted to give Gabi and the Doctor some alone time. They obviously liked each other.

"What if I straighten my hair?" Sherlock asked, walking backwards with his eyes closed. Show off.

"I will find an angel to snap your neck." I said causually. I really wouldn't, but he didn't have to know that. Sherlock's eyes snapped open.

"Speak of angel, what was with the watch thing last night?" he wondered. I sensed genuine curiosty in his voice.

"What do angels have to do with watches?"
"Because. The Angels are a mystery, and how you reacted to the watch was mysterious." he said promptly, looking at me with his unnervingly beautiful eyes. What color were they? I thought they were a blue-gray-green. If that color is even possible.

"I think you logic is flawed." I said, blinking so I wouldn't get distracted by Sherlock's eyes. If this kept happening, I would probably have to be a jerk and stop being friends with him, because I couldn't keep just standing by him and keep being distracted-

I promptly ran into the tall boy, nearly losing my balance, if it hadn't been for Sherlock's arm that snaked around my waist to stop me from falling. I instantly blushed, then regained my balance. Sherlock's arm fell to his side when I stepped backwards slightly.

I focused instead on why Sherlock stopped. My blood nearly froze. Standing there was Professor Moriarty, watching everything with a smirk.

"How are you scars, Miss Reid?" he asked softly.

"Perfectly fine." I hissed, fear turning into fury. Moriarty's smirk got bigger.

"You two own me." he said pleasantly. "I saved you lives."

Sherlock laughed deresively.

"You saved someone other than yourself?" Sherlock said spitefully. "Amazingly, I don't remember any incident in which we were saved from you."

"Of course you wouldn't remember it." Moriarty rolled his eyes. "You were both unconsious. From those angels."

Now, I was confused. Why would Moriarty of all people save us? He hated us.

"Why?" I blurted. Both Sherlock and Moriarty looked at me. "Why would you save us?" I clarified.

"Save you?" Moriarty asked incredulously. "No, no, no. I was simply getting leverage, and prolonging your real deaths."

Oh. That made sense. Kind of.

Moriarty suddenly clapped his hands once. "I have business to attend to. I'll drop of what you will do to repay you debt. You both own me your lives- why not ruin them?"

He grinned sadistically, leaving wil a simple, "Ta ta."

For a moment, everything was still. I could see Sherlock's fists were clenched, and since he was standing in one place, I could se him trembling with anger.

Hesitantly, I reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock flinched, and I retracted my hand.

"Right then." he said calmly. "Orchestra room."

For the rest of the time for the walk across the school building, Sherlock refused to talk about our encounter with Professor Moriarty. In fact, he refused to talk. By habit, I was mute as well.