Sherlock; the younger

There's more to him than meets the eye

Molly was begining to get annoyed. Sherlock was obviously holding himself back. 

"Oh for god sake Sherlock"

Molly grabbed her friend by the hand and whipped him into the middle of the dance floor. Sherlock looked stunned for a few moments, then a huge grin spread across his face. He slowly began to move to the beat of the tune and at last he began to enjoy himself.

Molly giggled as Sherlock began to let his hair down, he actually was a good dancer !

"did i ever tell you molly?" Sherlock shouted across the music. 

"I love dancing!" 

Molly giggled as they began to synchronize to the makaranea. 

The two friends began to finally enjoy themselves for the first time that year. No one was shouting abuse at them as they were to busy trying to make out with each other , or else just too happy to notice or care.

 

But there was one boy who stood alone , watching the crowd as they carelessly moved the night away. His blue eyes scanned the room searching for his target.

And there he was, joking around with his mates. His blonde hair falling down into his eyes. The boy who pushed him over earlier. The boy who needed to learn a lesson...

 

Sherlock was now spinning molly around as the first slow song came on. Molly blushed violently as Sherlock held her but soon she began to relax. This really did feel nice. No . STOP. Thinking that.

Sherlock smiled as they moved to the slow pace of James blunt, but he couldn't keep his eyes of the small boy. He watched as the boy followed John about the room, all the while fiddling with his pocket.

John placed his cup down as he went to tackle one of his friends who had made some sort of remark. The boy took this opportunity and tipped the small bottle of clear liquid into Johns cup.#

Sherlock watched as John turned to pick up his drink.

"NO..STOP!" Sherlock shouted over the music causing everyone to stop and look at him. 

Sherlock moved away from Molly and ran to where John was standing. "Please , don't drink it" 

"Why should I listen to you freak?" 

"Just.."

Sherlock looked down and saw the bottle that the boy had used. He held it up to John's face. 

"Do you recognize this?"

John examined the bottle " yeah , its the bottle that contained the H2O2 that sir had, but why is it empty?"

"because John the rest is in your cup"

John looked frightened and stood still with shock. Sherlock took the cup from him and handed it to the nearest supervisor.

"i think you'll find this cup contains a deadly mix which would have killed one of your students if I had not been so vigilant. I think you better find out who it is"

The supervisor looked at Sherlock and sniffed the cup. " You're right, right, er "

The teacher looked up to the DJ and made a cut across his throat. 

"This party ladies and gentlemen , is over until we find the culprit, and any further parties are cancelled until the student responsible is caught, now to bed, ALL OF YOU"

 

There was a grumble from the crowd as they moved in a mass to the doors. Molly caught up with sherlock. She looked scared but Sherlock gave her  hug.

"Its ok"

"I know"

"Ill meet you in the music room tomorrow morning, Ill tell you then"

Molly gave a nod and ran off in the direction of the girls droms. Sherlock waited until he could no longer see her before he made his own way to bed. After all , everyone is going to need protection now. 

But what he did'nt see , was that young irish boy, standing , watching , following Sherlock with his eyes.

 

Determined to get revenge......