All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Seventeen

(A/N- Sorry I haven't updated for a few days, I've had no Internet connection as I was out in the countryside camping, and I would also like to apologise if this chapter and the next are quite short, I've no idea how long they are, but I expect they're not long at all. Please comment/vote/share/follow it really means a lot to me!

-CHxx)

Chapter 17

Tom's POV

I tossed and turned in my bed. Charlie hadn't returned back from his date with that camp bloke Jim. I knew what they were most likely doing, I wasn't stupid, but it had me completely fuming.

Jim gave me the creeps. He had a soft voice that I had heard go firm and cold within seconds. His smile was like one of a reptiles, and it sent shivers down my spine whenever it was aimed at me.

The thought of him being with Charlie made my blood boil. It disgusted me and made me want to throw up. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't shut my mind up. Possibilities, thoughts, what ifs, traveled through my mind at a quickening pace. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. With a sigh as I realised I wouldn't sleep on my own steam, I got up and went into the bathroom. I got some sleeping tablets from within the cabinet beneath the sink, and popped two in my mouth. I turned on the faucet and allowed the water to flow into the sink, before I placed my mouth under the water, and I swallowed the water as it entered my mouth and the tablets traveled down at the same time.

I went back to bed, and allowed a drowsiness to overcome me, before engulfing me into sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I looked to Charlie's bed and saw it was empty, and no one had slept in it. It was Monday morning, and he should've been back. It wasn't like him to be so foolish as to not come home, despite his 'tiring actions' the previous night.

I got into my school uniform and styled my hair into its usual messy stylish state. I packed my satchel and looked around, not knowing what to do.

I figured he probably would've gone to Sherlock and John's room instead of risking waking me, so I went to Sherlock and John's room. When I got to 221b Baker, Sherlock and John were getting dressed.

"Hey, Tom," John greeted me as Sherlock opened the door, pushing him aside to allow me in.

"Hey, guys. Is Charlie around?" I asked as I stepped inside.

"Erm, no, I've not seen him. Have you, Sherlock?"

Sherlock shook his head looking away, and then his head snapped up to look at me, with wide eyes. "You haven't seen him?"

"No. He didn't come home from his date last night," I replied.

Sherlock groaned and John and I gave him a confused look. Sherlock sighed, realising he had to explain. "Charlie went on a date with Jim and hasn't returned. Isn't it obvious?!"

"It's not obvious to me," John said slowly, and I agreed.

Sherlock sighed again and went over to the coatrack, grabbing his coat and scarf, putting both of them on over his uniform. He left without another word, leaving John and I standing there confused.

"I somehow doubt Sherlock thinks it was just a sleep in after a rough night," I commented.

"Erm, yeah. How about we go get some breakfast?" John suggested, grabbing his satchel. I agreed and we went down into the cafeteria.

After we got our food, we sat down at a table. We began to eat, when John let out an "oooohhhh!" And I knew he came to a realisation. I looked at him and he smiled sheepishly and shook his head, but began tapping away at his cellphone, sending a rapid text message.

"Erm, don't worry about Charlie, by the way. I'm sure he's fine," John said, sending me a forced smile.

I mirrored his expression and nodded. Something bad was happening, but I wasn't sure just what it was. All I knew was that if Jim had hurt Charlie, I would kill him.