Sherlock walked away from his brother's car, dragging his suitcase behind him while ignoring Mycroft's calls from beside the sleek black vehicle. He walked through the courtyard and into the boring building. The room before him was boring. Plain white chairs and tables to make the place seem more modern but a royal blue rug and bookshelves to show knowledge, prestige and class. The dorms were either side of the front desk, with each side having winding staircase that led up.
The woman at the front desk was boring. She had short, scruffy red hair and far too much make-up on despite it being obvious she was a natural beauty and probably looked better without the chemicals staining her skin. She was fairly young; Sherlock would have guessed it was her first year working here if he didn't know any better. However, he did know better. Although not have been working here for long, she must have worked at least one year here as she was incredibly calm. No matter who you are or what you are doing, the first day as something as big as a new job, you are always nervous. People may tell themselves they are not, they may hide their emotions, but Sherlock had an ability to see even the most hidden emotions, but this girl was far too comfortable here, Sherlock deduced.
"Sherlock Holmes." He stated dryly as he approached the desk.
"Okay then." The young woman turned quickly from the boy to her screen. "Um..." She murmured as Sherlock was slowly consumed by tediousness. Definitely only worked here for a year, still working out the job yet comfortable with her surroundings. She probably was a student here and never left.
Another school to get kicked out of. Sherlock sighed to himself.
"Ah! Here you are." The woman exclaimed. "You're in 221b, that's up the stairs to your right." She smiled politely before pushing her chair to a tall, metal cabinet and opening one drawer. She flicked through some plastic folders then picked one out and handed it to Sherlock.
"That's your school folder with your dorm key-"
Sherlock cut her off by swiftly turning and walking to the right. He walked away from the boring girl, up the boring stairs while lifting his suitcase. He wandered down a boring corridor, placing his suitcase back down and letting it trail behind him. He stopped in front of a boring, black door with the boring silver figures on it; 221b.
The curly haired boy walked in and surveyed the room. Bathroom, plain bed, empty shelves, wardrobes, window, baby blue, boring. Boring, apart from one thing, next to one of the beds stood a young boy with pale, sandy blond hair. At first he seemed ordinary, not worth Sherlock's time, but something seemed to hide behind the boy's smile, behind the brightness of his eyes.
"Hi, I'm John." He smiled.
Old army coat, falling apart slightly, too old and well-used to be his. Father's. Duffle bag is the same. The material is worn and faded, an ugly brown colour but strong material. Father's again. Dad must be an army man.
"Sherlock Holmes."
~x-x~
I forgot to mention this in the last chapter but the title of this book is inspired by the Fearless Vampire Killer's song Unbreakable Hearts... Shocking -_-
Also I'm sorry for the short chapter.
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~KimKilljoy
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Unbreakable Hearts: Superwholock AU
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