All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 30: Revelations

Chapter 30: Revelation

Sherlock

"Please, Sherlock! You don't make any sense!" It was John.

He was dressed in BaskervilleAcademy's colours, blue and green, with graduation robes that flapped in the air, his hat already tumbling in the air.

"Please, don't leave me."

He turned around to face John and- Sherlock woke up from the strange dream he had.

He was now bound to a chair by chains and ropes. Beside him was a desk. On it were his documents, he recognised them because he'd underlined important parts. Next to it was a computer screen, playing a video he didn't really pay attention to. He was only thinking of the dream he couldn't quite remember anymore.

"You're awake,"

Sherlock snapped out of his dazed state and looked at Irene Adler, who was smiling at him.

"I knew it," Sherlock said, glaring at her.

She laughed lightly, dragged a chair next to him and sat on it, perfectly relaxed. "I got really close to Lisa, you know? She told me all your dirty secrets," she said, winking at him. "All the rumors and all your weaknesses; and your greatest weakness is John Watson."

Sherlock felt his cheeks burn, something that hadn't happened since he'd fallen for Vincent. "He's my best friend," he defended.

"Yah, right! The way you look at him is totally platonic. Just friends," she said sarcastically. "I find that believable."

"Can you just go away?!" Sherlock asked, his anger finally bursting after concealing it for so long. "I know I like John! I'm not asexual! I'm gay! It's just a cover up. I just don't want to get hurt again."

Irene laughed and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for the information, love. I guess I can go to him now. I'll leave you be for now."

She stood up and left the room, her skirt flowing behind her as she shut the door with a loud slam that echoed through the cold, bare room.

The slam brought Sherlock back to reality. I'm not strong. I can't face Moriarty even if I'm a fucking genius! He has the upper hand!

I wish I could just undo everything! I'm no good. I just got myself and John in trouble! Sherlock thought, tears now dropping off his chin. Oh, fuck Mycroft! I should've never helped him. I hate my mom for giving me all my motherfucking abilities!

There was immense hatred burning in him, but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't escape. He couldn't punch himself or just kill himself.

I should just jump. Yes. Jump. I'll jump after this entire mess is fixed.

He finally looked at the monitor and saw John Watson talking to a girl he recognised from Moriarty's Mansion. His blood turned cold.

Sebastian Moran's sister.

a/n: I'm back! Yes! I'm so sorry for leaving but I needed time. I thought ai would revise this but I can't :P also, even if no one reads this, I wouldn't care. I can't just stop a good fanfic.

Also, shameless self promotion: Letters to a Stranger! It's a good book my my friend Alice Amsor (musiceclectic) and I write there too. It's in my profile because she didn't have wattpad then.

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