Fast times at London High (A Teenlock and a Johnlock fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Sherlock

I thought I would explore the school a little. I walked down the hall on the second floor. It was fairly quiet until I heard a girl shriek. I ignored it and kept walking. She probably saw a spider or something. "Stop it!" I turned around, quickening my pace. "Mori-mmf!" I rounded the corner running. "C'mon Molly. You didn't mind this when we were in bed." Damn! this guy is an ass! When I finally found them, Molly was pinned against the wall and gagged. Molly was being held by some guy I don't know. This Mori-something had a twisted grin on his face. Molly's eyes turned to me. I put a finger to my lips to keep her quiet. "Who's there?" He asked sharply. Before I spoke he continued talking. "Well, by the sound of your footsteps, you're male. About 5'11. Footsteps are very telling aren't they? Your shoe size is a ten, and the swiftness of your steps suggested you heard nearly everything. So, lets talk business." He turned his head and looked me up and down. "I have 34 pounds in my wallet. It's yours if you forget everything and go along your merry way, deal?" I walked towards him, "No deal." I replied bitterly. "65 pounds." This is getting annoying. "I'm not interested in your money I-" This douche cut me of, "What? You want a porsche or something? Because there is no way in hell you're getting mine." He told me frustrated. "I don't want anything of yours. Just leave the girl and go before I decide to kick your sorry ass, deal?" There was an edge of coldness in my voice. I glanced at Molly who was now sobbing silently, she shook her head fast. She was terrified of this guy. He was laughing hysterically when he finally stopped he spoke, "You. Beat ME up? Ha! You're out numbered! Two against one! c'mo-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because my fist hit him square in the jaw. I was done with this guys shit. "So that's how you want to play it, huh?" He was pissed. Good. He took a swing at the side of my face but I ducked and swept his feet out from under him. I kicked him in the ribs. All I need is for his henchman to drop the girl and come at me. "Are you going to get up or what?" My voice was steady but I was shaking with anger. "Why you little bastard!" He's angry now, how cute. I glanced over at the guy who still held her to the wall, "You want to try or ar-" I was pulled to the ground in one fellow swoop. "Should never take your eyes of your openet." He was now over me, smiling. He kicked me in the ribs twice. I managed to get up again and lunged at him. "Sebastion you idiot! Help me! Forget the damn bitch!" He was now up against the wall with a bloody nose. I got pulled away from him and, before I could block, getting pounded in the face. I started to black out when I felt him stop. "And that's why you don't mess with the big man on campus." I heard them walk away but heard another set comeing towards me. "Oh my god! I am sooo sorry! I'll get the nurse!" I heard her turn around and start running. "No! I'll go myself." I was not going with her. "But-" "No buts Molly. I did that for you, do this for me please." She looked like she was about to say somthing but just nodded. She exstended her hand to help me up. "Thanks. What's your name?" I froze. I knew she was just asking a normal question but it felt personal. "I'll see you around." I turned away and began jogging towards my dorm before she could ask anymore questions.

John

'J-john" I glance up from my book and did and did a double take. "Holy crap Sherlock! You need to go to the nurse!" I say surprised. "N-no. If I wanted to go to the nurse I would have gone already! I want your help you git!" He wants my help?! "I don't know how, Sherlock." I want to be a doctor but he couldn't know that. I'm not sure if I could help him. Maybe, but I don't know. "John, you want to be a doctor. An army doctor. Your family is supportive especially your brother. Your brother is an alcoholic. You are estranged from him because of his drinking problem He's older than you and lives alone for now. But the main point here is I need you right now. If I go to the nurse she'll call my mom who will send my brother and then- just please, john. Please." He was clearly desperate. "C'mere and sit." I pointed to my bed and found the first aid kit in the bathroom and some damp paper towels. "how did I do?" I hear coming from the When I came back, I kneeled in front of him and cleaned his wounds. "What?" I say puzzled. "Did I get Everything right about you?" Was he really doing this now? It was brilliant but, really?. " Can we talk about this later? I need to focus. One last question, how the hell did this happen!?" I asked him floored while stitching a cut above his eyebrow.. "I got in a fight to help some random girl. This asshole was going to do something to her. Hurt her or something more and I couldn't let it happen when I was three halls away." That was pretty noble. "Done. Your nose surprisingly didn't get broken. How did the other guy turn out?" "Well, I was causing him a lot more damage before his friend started pounding my face in." "Tomorrow, it will be obvious who you got in a fight with." I said as I started picking up the bloody gauze and left some extra by him for his nose. "He won't show." He sounded a little distant while he spoke, "He will hide out in his dorm for a couple days." "And how do you know that?" He looked at me like I was the biggest idiot he ever laid eyes on. "He's smarter than that! He could deduce me from the sound of my footsteps! Granted, I'm better than he is but that's neither here nor there." He stood up and stretched. And that was the last conversation in about three weeks.

Sherlock has been acting strange lately. Well, more than usual. He is sneaking around and coming back to our dorm after midnight. I don't think he notices that I'm usually awake waiting for him, just to make sure he's okay. He doesn't notice me anyway. I'm sitting at my desk in our dorm, finishing my history homework. "John." I actually look around the room because I can hardly believe he spoke to me. When my eyes landed on him he continued. "Lets go." I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" I ask dumbfounded that he's actually speaking to me let alone INVITING me somewhere. "You heard me. C'mon." "You don't speak to me for three weeks, don't even look my way, and I don't even know you and you expect me to go with you?" There was a twinge of bitterness in my voice. He rolled his eyes. "Yes I am. I need you for this...thing." I stared at him, was he serious? "Ugh!" He took my coat off the back of the door and grabbed my arm, pulling me up from my chair. "Hey!" He was dragging me out of the dorm. After he locked it he handed me my jacket and started down the hall. I would have gone back in but I left my key in my backpack. "Moriarty has been-" "Who the hell is Moriarty?!" I let my grumpiness emanate from my words. "The guy I fought and won." I scoffed. "You did not win. It was clearly showed when I gave you eight stitches." "I won the fight with Moriarty. I never said I won the fight with Sebastian." "Okay. So this asshole, Moriarty, is doing what?" "I'm trying to tell you but you kept asking stupid questions." "I can turn right around, Sherlock and have Mrs. Hudson unlock that door. Watch it." He could be such a jerk. "He is constructing a web of informants. Small things are happening already. I'm not talking about little Timmy getting his lunch money stolen. No, I'm talking about actual crimes. We need to stop him." At that moment, my jaw hit the floor. "We? Who's we?" "John, I know you're in." Okay, I WAS interested..."How do you know all this?" I asked, Hardly noticing we were outside. "I've been keeping tabs on him." I stopped dead in my tracks. "You're sixteen!" He rolled his eyes again. "I know that already!" "Not what I meant. You're sixteen and acting like you're a freaking detective! What the hell do you mean by "keeping tabs on him"?" "You ask a lot of idiotic and unimportant questions. Shut up." At that, I turned around and headed back towards the double set of doors that led into the school. "John! Don't go!" I waved my hand at him and continued walking. "You're next!" I had a feeling that was a bad thing. "What are you talking about?" I say as I turn around yet again."I think you're next on his list. Being on that list is a REALLY bad thing. That's why I need you around. To make sure that you're safe. You would also be a great help." I decided to go with him. Oh god.