The Official Sherlock Holmes Fanclub

This is a story I co-wrote with the amazing fictionmonster. It's got elements of Sherlock, Starter for 10 and our own creations. I hope you enjoy :D                                                                  ----------------------                                  

When John Watson decided to transfer to Oxford University. He definitely didn’t anticipate meeting Sherlock Holmes or his fan club. He had been going to Cambridge previously. Before his dad...died. Well let’s not think about that now. This would be a good year for John Hamish Watson. He would meet a lot of new people and hopefully get a girlfriend. One of the reasons he had chosen Oxford was because it was where his best mate Greg was going. Luckily for him, it also had a fantastic medicine program. The last night at home he and Greg went out for a pint. 

“Promise me that you won’t become a wanker,” Greg said. He was very serious about this for some reason and as a result had been going on and on about all night. 

“Why would I-”

“PROMISE ME!” 

“Yeah, alright I wont become a wanker,” John prmised. He had been hoping for a fun night out with Greg. Not a lecture about how he couldn’t become a so-called wanker. Greg could be a real prat sometimes. Greg took a deep sip of his beer. And burped when he had put the glass down. 

“So...What do I need to know about Oxford?” John asked. He wanted to be prepared for tomorrow. 

”What do you want to know?” Greg asked. He thought about it. What did he want to know? What could possibly be good to know when you were starting at a new university? 

John chucked and said, “Which lunatics should I avoid and who should I hang out with?” It was mostly the students he worried about. He could cope with the teachers, but the other people… They could be party animals or just plain dangerous. 

“There’s only one person you have to know about” Greg replied. He had quieted his voice a little as if this was secret. 

“Why are you whispering?” John mock whispered back.

“Because this person probably has people everywhere gathering information for him.” That was slightly creepy. “What are they like James Bond or something,” John joked, but Greg didn’t laugh. 

“His name is Sherlock Holmes, he’s really intelligent and he knows it. He can tell everything about you from just one glance and rumor has it he’s loves murder and crimes. He solves them for the police just for fun; doesn’t get paid or anything. He’s basically a celebrity on campus, teachers and some students hate him, but most are in awe. Then they’re the ones who are really obsessed!” Greg said. 

“What do you mean by obsessed?” John asked. This was interesting. Who was this Sherlock Holmes and what was so appealing about him that he was such a star on campus?

“He has a fan club where his fans discuss everything about him, not sure of he knows about it, but he does see to know everything,” Greg shrugged, “I only heard it from Molly after she dumped me because she’s got such a big crush on him,” Greg muttered sounding bitter.

“Sorry to hear that mate. He must be really attractive if she actually broke up with you because of him.” John wanted to say he must be bloody gorgeous if he’s better looking than you, but that would’ve sounded gay. And John was most certainly straight, thank you very much. 

“Yeah, even I can see he’s practically sex on legs. He has a brother named Mycroft, who might actually be sex on legs. He’s seven years older but both brothers are bloody beautiful; they age like fine wine in that family”. John nodded as an answer, a little dumfounded by Gregs’... open description of the Holmes brothers. Now he supposed he had some kind of picture of what he would encounter at Oxford.