Sherlock; the younger

John Watson

The boy sat on the bed opposite Sherlock and awkwardly started to make conversation.

"So er , where do you live"

"Why"

"Oh er"

There was an awkward silence and the boy began to unpack his clothes into the waldrobe.

"John"

"Yeah.. wait a minute"

The boy turned around and faced Sherlock.

"How the hell did you know my name!"

Sherlock looked confused and held up a piece of paper.

"Its on my dorm list"

John looked taken aback and turned red.

"Oh right of course it is , yeah , er"

Sherlock decided to copy the boys actions and began to unpack.

First his long blue scarf to remind hkm of home. He always wore it when his dad took him fishing.

He then took out this casual clothes otherwise known as tag. He removed two pairs of dark blue jeans and a couple of polo tops.

"Scause me"

John looked around and saw Sherlock holding his clothes.

"Sorry"

He darted round Sherlock and retrieved more of his tag.

The boys unpacked in silence for the next few minutes till John almost swore.

"Oh sh..sugar"

"What is it"

Sherlock spun around to see John frantically chucking out the rest of his uniform.

"I forgot my tie"

" Ive got a spare one, you can borrow it if you like"

"Please"

Sherlock delved into his case and chucked out his spare tie to John.

"Thanks"

Sherlock turned back around and hung up the final bit of his uniform. The grey blazer adorned with blue braiding with a simple logo of an open book with the motto to learn is to see.

Sherlock hung his blazer up and collapsed on his bed. He began to observe John.

Child of two.

Older sister.

Doesn't get on with her.

Loving father and mother.

But both died before john came here.

"Er , you ok?"

Sherlock snapped out of this mode and saw John standing looking rather worried.

"Sorry , I was just deducing"

"Deducing?"

"Yeah , you know when you can tell peoples history just by looking at them, what do you call it then?"

"Er, i dont"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't deduce people"

"What?"

"I cant do that Sherlock , no-one does that"

"Oh"

John turned around and began to leave the door, are you coming?"

"No"

"Suit your self"

And as John shut the door Sherlock heard him mutter.

Freak.