A Mind Like Mine~Sheriarty Highschool AU

°Chapter 17°

I never left my seat, the worry I was not accustomed too had glued me down. Every time I attempted to stand the weight knocked me over again. I've never felt like this before, i'm anxious, this is such a foreign feeling I do not know how to deal with it. And I can't believe i'm feeling it over a supposed serial killer. What is happening? I'm bound to go crazy.

I have to wait an hour before I can see him, and even then it is a maybe. They said something about my presence, that it could end up disturbing him or something, how dare they? He would be happy to see me wouldn't he? At least I would hope so. Although, the whole social worker thing.. Urgh. I can't think about that. Focus on the present. He would need clean clothes right? But I don't know where he lives.. Jesus i'm no good at this am I?

A few minutes later I nod off to a restless sleep, every time I woke up i'd check my watch and notice only a few minutes had passed, this is pointless, so I decide to stand up and use the bathroom before going to see him. Wouldn't want to scare him with my sleep deprived face. It even scares me. I walk into the bathroom and splash my face, looking at the dark circles forming underneath my eyes and sighing. I look like crap, I think to myself before going into a stall to do my business.

A couple of seconds later a guy steps into the toilets on his phone, muttering in a foreign language. I realise it to be Spanish and pick up some key words, not really understanding anything until I hear a familiar name being cursed at. "Joder James! ¡Está en estado crítico, déjame matarlo ahora!" He sighs loudly. "Sí, sí, espero más instrucciones pronto. Okay nos vemos luego." (He's in critical condition, let me kill him now! Yes, yes, I expect more instructions soon. Okay see you later.)

My eyes were wide in a mixture of fear and curiosity. Was he talking about Moriarty? My James? Why on earth would he have orders to kill him though?? What the... I am so confused. My first instinct was to run out and guard his room but I remember that the man was still in the bathroom and I have to wait for him to leave.

After the sigh he uses the toilets then begins to leave, without washing his hands might I add, but his footsteps falter at my door and he turns, feet facing the closed cubicle, shadow falling beneath the door as well as his aftershave. A small grunt escapes his lips and he turns back around, taking a step towards the door and just as I think i'm safe, my nose starts to tingle and I hold it as I sneeze to quieten the noise but he still hears and turns back in my direction, he hits my door once and in a panic I stand back before coming to my senses.

Right, I need to get out now, the man gives the door one more thump and the latch breaks off causing the door to swing in my direction but I stick out my foot roughly, with force the door breaks from its already weak hinges, and whacks the Spanish man right in the face whilst the door knob hits him... Well, you know where.

Without stalling I leap over the knocked down body and exit the bathroom, walking with haste to Jim's hospital room. Just as I turn a corner I bump into a uniformed officer and apologise quickly, I am about to rush off before he grabs me by the arm. "Everything alright kid? You seem to have had quite the shock." I gulp and look down the corridor to the exit, but an idea emerges from my brain before I decide to escape. "Um, yes. You're one of the men who were with that social worker aren't you??" He nods.

"Yes. Why? Reconsidering her offer are you?" He smirks as if he called it but I shake my head wiping the smug expression from his face. "No however I feel as though you should provide security detail outside his door 24/7 because there's a high chance his father can come back and finish the job." My voice was more stern and had a sense of authority, one which was above his as I knew Mycroft would fire him if I begged enough. It was more a demand than a suggestion. "Look here kid-" The officer was cut off by the social worker exiting another patients room and smiling sickly sweet at me. "As you wish Sherlock."

Ugh. Shes so fake its killing me. Good job we're in a hospital. "No slacking. And dont let anybody in that isnt a doctor or me, understand?"
The man looks back to his boss and checks if he should obey my orders, she nods. "Yes sir.."

I challange her to a stare off before I walk away, remembering that I need to find a way out quickly. Who knows if the strage man was here to kill me off also?

Of course... He could mean some other James. But a coincidence that huge? And considering James' job? Doubtful. I need equipment, theres no way i'm letting anybody into his room without me knowing about it.

Later on I arrive back home, but where James blood had been dripping previously, now lay a shiney array of wooden floorboards staring up at me. "Thanks to you mother and father had to change the flooring, they're furious with you." Mycroft smirks smugly from the white doorframe leading into his study.

I dont dignify him with an answer and shoot past him to my room upstairs, noticing that every ounce of blood had been removed from the carpet, it were as if it had never happened, and my room smelt just like me, how it did before he had arrived.

I liked his smell.... Was it my parents who chose to try remove his presence from my life?? Or Mycroft.? Maybe both.. Ugh I hate them all. The one person I can actually stand, nobody else can. Typical. Every second I was away from him was crucial so I chuck as many camera's and motion detector's that I've stashed away into a rucksack quickly, but because I was so focused on this task I didn't hear my fathers footsteps at the door... Swinging my bad over my shoulder, I turn around and am greeted by the frown of an old man.

"Dad." He gives me an ice cold stare and steps forward into my room, forcing me backwards a little.

"Don't dad me you stupid child. Do you know how much danger you put me in by having that criminal at our home?!" His voice bellowed and echoed in my small room and I hold my breath. "He- he isn't a criminal! You don't know him like I do!" How well DO I know him... everyone seems to know more about him than me, was my judgment correct or is theirs? I shake those doubtful thoughts from my mind and pick up my laptop from the table, placing it in my bag.

"Don't be so naive Sherlock! That monster was in the news for murder! I can't have my son be seen associating with such a thing!" That's is.. that's all he had to say and my clenched fist was hitting his face in milliseconds, whipping his head to the side he stood back a little, stunned and surprised. But that ended pretty quickly and his scowl returned twice as bad, and he punched me back, twice as hard knocking me into my desk and yelling.

"You ungrateful little twerp! How dare you raise your hand at me!? Do you know how much I've given up for you!?" Mycroft rushes up the stairs and watches the scene before him in shock, and our dad grips my shirt, obviously ready for another punch however my brother intervenes just in time, pulling him away from me and holding him back. "What the hell dad?! Sherlock?!" Obviously he didn't catch our conversation, I think to myself as I stand back up properly and adjust the straps on my bags.

"You know father, you'd get along with Jim's dad just fine." He doesn't appreciate my comment and attempts another lunge at me, to his dismay he was held back by Mycroft but even so I quickly jump out of the room and he grasps anything he can reach, throwing it in my direction, glass and trophies from my room smash against the wall as I rush down the stairs and out the door. "And don't come back!!" Can be heard as I track down the road. Don't worry, I won't be.