The Detective and the Doctor (Teenlock/Johnlock AU)

Chapter 5

     Hey loves! It's 1:30 am Christmas Eve, so what a better time to publish part five! I know I feel awful for being the one to update so rarely. But theirs been some personal stuff going on. I haven't forgot. So without further wait here it is!

     John Watson looked over his apparent new roommate. He was tall, but probably the same age as him. Pale, with thick curly hair in raven black. He had a straight posture and bright eyes that seemed to change color.

     "You're a medical student a assume?" The Holmes more stated then asked, glancing around the half organized dorm.

     "Um, yeah." The sandy haired boy nods trying to clean up some of his scattered textbooks. "Sorry about the mess and all."

     "It's quite fine, I don't mind." He replied in the same somewhat vacant tone.

     The other boy nodded almost dumbly, though still straightening up a bit.

     "Do you mind the violin?" The taller asks out of no where, setting his case on the bed as he started unpacking.

     "I'm sorry?"

     "I play the violin when I'm thinking. Also when I'm bored, but the two are usually intertwined anyway. Do you mind it?" He asks again, looking over at him.

     "Oh, no not at all." He shakes his head 

     "Also don't expect me to make small talk, I often tend to daze off into thinking. As well as experiments and such. Minor things." He explains with a wave of the hand. John raised an eyebrow.

     "You seem clever."

     "I am clever."

     "I mean more so extrovertedly. You do seem to make it straight to the point and all." John says.

     "As I explained, I rather dislike small talk."

     John simply nods, unpacking in silence for a while.

    "What's your major then? I mean we'll be with each other every day so it's more information then conversation."

     "Fair enough. Chemistry, although a more in depth passion of mine is solving cases."

     "You mean like criminal cases? But you're only fifteen."

     "Does that matter?"

      John paused. "So what you just like picking stories out of the papers and trying to solve them?"

     "Mostly."

     "And do you solve them?"

     "Yes."

      "How?"

      Sherlock seemed to pipe up at that question, turning on his heel. "The same way I know you're a aspiring military doctor. As well as a football player, but mostly by your fathers preference. You come from a relatively unwealthy family so more than likely a scholarship. Could be educational but signs indicate a sports one. You have an older brother you dropped you off today who happens to be a recovering alcoholic." He finishes.

     "That was...brilliant."

      "That's not what most people say."

      "What do most people say?"
   
       "Piss off."