*dodges angry pitchforks* I KNOW I'm sorry. I've had some stuff going down and I'm in school, so I can't get around to writing as often as I want. I really hope this at least keeps you guys from tracking me down.
The two teenage boys unpacked their things in mostly silence the rest of the period. Making a silent agreement to split the room in half as John set all his textbooks and other such things on the shelf. Sherlock doing the same with his belongings.
"How did you get all that?" The Watson asks, breaking the silence.
"Simple deduction. Anyone can do it." Sherlock replies monotonously, taking the violin out of its maple casing.
"I mean what did you do you know that?" John questions, more curious and in awe than anything. The ravenette raises an eyebrow but considers it.
"Well the first was easy. I simply looked at your textbooks. Separating the required courses from the others leaves a variety on medical science textbooks. But I also noticed the few on military as well as the way you hold yourself. Military doctor then. Your shoes your wearing are worn in condition, but there dress shoes. Certainly not everyday use. So hand-me-downs. Just like your suitcase is old, having a burned out name tag on the side overwritten with your own. The other two pairs of shoes brought out are clear. Ones everyday and the other is grass stained and covered in dirt. Sports cleats, specifically football ones. Though physically it's not something you practice often so it's a decision made for you. The father deal was an educated guess. Now, your brother. That I got from your phone."
"My phone?"
"Expensive. Like I said you're from a poor family, no way they would just buy a mobile like that. So it's a gift. But it's worn down, so just as the suitcase is it's probably a hand-me-down. Could be your fathers but it's a young mans gadget. Again, brother being a well educated guess. Now, the engraving. To Harry, From Clara. Now, who's Clara? One could only assume its a lover; something as expensive as that. But why would you have it? If she left him he would have held onto it for sentiment. No, he left her. Now the charging spot, scratched, mishandled. Clear signs of alcoholism added to the other supporting facts. Of course this only being a small reasoning of my full deduction." He finishes as the other boy blinks.
"Absolutely brilliant."
"Did I get anything wrong?"
"One thing. Harry's short for Harriet."
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The Detective and the Doctor (Teenlock/Johnlock AU)
FanfictionFifteen year old Sherlock Holmes found himself expelled from school, again. His parents desided it would be better to send him off to a boarding school, an idea in which Sherlock doesn't like. But when he meets a certain sandy haired doctor in trai...
