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

Chapter 33: Revelations

Chapter 33: Revelations

Sherlock

The car trip was silent for the entire way to Amsterdam.

Sherlock kept glancing at John while he was staring out of the window. He looked so peaceful staring at the passing world after what had just happened.

Sherlock looked back at the road, not wanting to risk a crash with John in the car. After all, the scene was quite familiar.

"Sherlock?"

John's voice brought him back to reality with a sense of dread running through his veins. He knew something was wrong.

"Yes, John?" Sherlock was surprised his voice hadn't cracked. He sounded like he usually sounded.

"You do realise you're drugged, right?" John's voice was an octave higher and he could hear how distressed he sounded.

Sherlock nodded.

"Then why are you still driving the fucking car!?"

"Because I don't feel it affecting me. It's not making me-"

"In four hours it will. Moriarty said it would take effect in eight hours," John said angrily. Then his tone changed. "You could die, Sherlock."

Sherlock spared a few moments to look at the boy he admired and realised that his hands were shaking and that he was paler than a sheet. Sherlock wanted to pull over and reassure John that everything would be fine, but he couldn't stop. There was something in his mind telling him to keep going. He couldn't lie to John that everything was fine.

"I could pull over later in an hour. You do know how to drive, right?" Sherlock said. His tone was almost playful, but he himself could hear the sadness in it.

John meekly nodded and went back to staring out of the window.

Sherlock wanted to tell him that everything was wrong and that he felt like the world was ending before his very eyes. His eyes watered and his stomach churned; he felt sick.

He took one more look at John, who had fallen asleep and wanted to hold his hand so badly. His skin was still pale, but the colour was starting to return to his cheeks and his hands weren't shaking anymore.

Sherlock wanted to scream. What was wrong with him? He had never felt so weak. He had never felt so human.

Over the year, he had been nothing but human with John... but in that moment, something was different. His heart beat was thumping wildly in his chest as he thought of love.

What is love?

The question rang out in his mind for quite a long time, before he could think of something.

Love: a person you love in a romantic way.

That was the definition he found in his dictionary when he was young. It was simple and yet, he felt as though it was complex, a thousand strings pulling unnecessary things together.

He thought he had known love. He thought he had loved Vincent.

But he realised those feelings hadn't been love. It had merely been infatuation and admiration.

Sherlock stared at John's sleeping figure and drew a shaky breath. His heart was beating erratically now; he swore it skipped a few heartbeats. It was as if it was drumming to a beat that Sherlock could never follow.

His legs turned to jelly as he thought of Vincent. Nevertheless, Sherlock kept driving.

"Sherlock! Oh come on!"

Vincent's voice made Sherlock jolt back to the dull reality of school. His eyes flickered to their professor, whose back was turned.

"What?" Sherlock said irritably.

"Deduce me! It'll be fun," The ADHD boy said. "Besides, class is boring. I know most of this shit. You do too."

Sherlock glanced at the board and realised Vincent was right. He did already understand the topic of the lesson. But he turned his back to the boy and wrote everything down, trying to play the normal kid.

He knew Vincent was still watching him and it continued the entire period. After the subject, Vincent invited Sherlock to his dorm.

"You should relax for a while. Seriously! I'm laid back and I still pass all the stupid tests. What on earth do you do during your spare time?" Vincent said, draping his arm across Sherlocks' shoulders.

"I go to the laboratory and experiment. I was the one who set the lab on fire, thrice." Sherlock replied, removing Vincent's arm from his shoulders in annoyance.

Vincent didn't seem to notice Sherlock's cold. Instead, he leaned in a bit closer and laughed. "Oh, cool! Hey, wanna try those deductions on me now?"

It continued for a week or perhaps longer. Sherlock started to get attached to the boy and began to hang out with him.

And as more weeks passed by, Sherlock knew something was different. It was the way he looked at Vincent and how Vincent looked at him.

He remembered the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, the warmth in his face and the way his body felt like after Vincent had held him.

"Hey, Sherlock?"

Sherlock breathed in deeply as Vincent approached him, his eyes tired.

"They said you're being transferred? To where?"

The sadness in Vincent's voice nearly made him cry right there. His heart squeezed in pain, but he managed to smile.

"I'm not sure yet."

"Oh."

The two friends stared at each other, seeming so estranged and distant. Yet, their eyes were full of pain and tears that threatened to spill.

Vincent suddenly hugged Sherlock and Sherlock didn't push him away this time. He felt safe in his arms. He felt fine.

"Promise you won't forget me?" Vincent whispered, burying his face in the crook of Sherlock's neck.

"I could never forget you, Vincent."

But he had broken his promise. He did forget Vincent.

Because ever since John Watson ha stepped into the picture, he had started to forget the past; because he wanted a future with John.

A/N: Okay, so the next chapter is the last one. I promise.

I'm sorry for the long delay I just got adjusted in my new school and I'm so fucking sorry guys!

So, there is a possible spin off for this fic but it can be read as a stand alone. But I just said possible. Nothing serious.

Okay, bye!
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ps the song I added is french :) it's still a great song