All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Thirty Five

(A/N- I am so sorry it took so long to update. I couldn't get it over a page long, until this afternoon when I got a million ideas rushing through my head. So yeah! Putting those into action! Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy! I love you all!

-CH xx)

Chapter 3bloody5 

(Recap: John and Sherlock are in Mycroft's now trashed office and someone has just walked in.)

John's POV

Tom stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest. A crooked smile spread over his face, and Sherlock and I sighed in relief. 

He simply shook his head as he looked around. Thankfully, he knew better than to comment, but looking at Sherlock's bleeding fists, he suggested we got him cleaned up. The three of us went to the school nurse, and Sherlock made up some random excuse as to why his fists were bleeding, and she, for some reason, bought it. 

Once Sherlock's hands were cleaned up- he only needed light bandages, he, Tom and I went for a walk outside. It was way past curfew, and everyone was bound to be in bed asleep. It was a cloudy night, and it was pitch dark. 

We sat down at a picnic table, and stared up at the sky, resting our elbows on the table. "This is relaxing, isn't it?" Tom said with a sigh. 

Sherlock was about to come back with a witty reply when his phone started ringing. Sherlock walked off as he answered his phone, speaking into it quietly.

"Who's that?" Tom asked, after Sherlock had been on the phone for over ten minutes. 

"..Oh, piss off," Sherlock was saying.

"Mycroft," I chuckled.

Sherlock walked back over to us as he hung up. "We need to go out to the safe house."

"What? Why? What's wrong?" Tom asked quickly. 

Sherlock shrugged nonchalantly. "They're having issues so of course I have been called in to deal with them." 

"Okay then, let's go," I said, beginning to walk towards the front gates of the school.

"Can I come?" Tom asked. I stopped walking and turned around to see him looking at Sherlock and I expectantly. 

"I don't think that'd be such a good-" I began, only to be cut off by Sherlock.

"No, it's fine. Come along."

"Sherlock, are you sure?" I asked, looking at Sherlock uncertainly. 

Sherlock nodded. "Either we bring him with us or he follows behind. The former would keep him safe and less trouble on us, in the long run. Come on, it'll take hours to get there."

We began briskly walking along the field towards the car park. Sherlock pulled a set of keys out of the breast pocket of his coat and went over to a sleek black car. He unlocked it, and got in the drivers seat. 

"Erm, Sherlock, whose car is this?" I asked, getting into the passenger seat as Tom got into the back seat. 

"Mine. It was a birthday present."

"You never told me you got a car."

"A disappointment, more like," Sherlock said as we buckled up and he reversed the car out of the space. "I requested some Francium and instead got this." He drove out of the school grounds. "Though I suppose I should've expected it. Mummy understands very little."