The Detective and the Doctor (Teenlock/Johnlock AU)

Chapter 1

Hey, everyone! I realized I haven't really been posting often, so I decided to do a good old fashoned Sherlock fanfic! I know, it seems a bit cliché to do a Johnlock Teenlock but I plan to make it interesting. Anyway, here's the first chapter! I hope you guys like!

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   "Sherlock, what on earth am I to do with you?" Mycroft Holmes clicked his tongue at his curly haired brother. The younger rolled his eyes, taking another puff of his cigarette. He had just stormed out of class after being told off for calling the teacher a moron.

      "She deserved it." Was all the newly expelled teen had to say, delighting the cigarette against the tree he was leaning against. "She said I was a liar because I knew about her affair."

    "Look where it got you, expelled again. Brother when do you plan on growing up?" The older questioned, cocking his head. "I'm not a child, Mycroft." Sherlock spat with venom.  Mycroft sighed a bit, turning away. "Mother won't be pleased, Sherlock." Was all he said as he walked away, leaving the pale teen alone in the schoolyard.                                                                                                                                           He sighed, sitting against the wall and steepling his hands under his chin. Not because he had something in particular to think about, but because he didn't want to walk with his brother. His mind ran over the painful days of school, being taunted and teased for being different. The teachers calling him out for correcting them when they were obviously wrong, and the countless hours of being alone.

     Sherlock sighs, turning his coat collar up and starting to walk home. "Stupid teachers, stupid school..." he muttered to himself, placing his hands in his pockets. This is now the second time he'd been removed from school this year, the eighth in all. He knew that his mother wouldn't put up with it very well, but he didn't care. There were to many idiots in the world.

     He continued walking in thought, placing his feet on the cracks of the sidewalk. He never got along with anyone from the neighborhood, either. The pale teenager spent most his time inside, playing his violin or skimming through case files on the internet. Sherlock loved to solve cases, it was one of the only things that kept him content and off drugs. He exhaled at the thought, running his thin fingers over his forearm out of habit. He'd been clean for two weeks now, but with the current situation he figured it wouldn't stay like that for long. 

     Not before long, the chocolate curled detective found himself at his door. He knew this wouldn't be pleasant, but what did he have to loose? Maybe if he got lucky, they would send him to a private school so he didn't have to put up with Mycroft every day. He smirked at the thought, taking a deep breath. He pushed opened the door and smiled. "Hello Mother, dear."