The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 16

     It was quiet in the house without Johns father singing or laughing at his mothers jokes. They had decide it would be best to continue going to school in till the funeral, in which John and Sherlock would attend. They stood in John's old room, Sherlock doing most of the packing while John reminisced. Sherlock could not compare to what his John was feeling, nor did he really want to, because that would mean losing John or Sherlock's mother, and he couldn't imagine a world without them. John sat at the edge of the bed, going through a old scrap book his mother had given to him. Sherlock would glance at him every so often, his eyes sad. Seeing John sad made Sherlock feel something he never felt. It made him feel horrible, it made him feel like he wanted John to hide behind him while Sherlock fought his Battle. 

"Everything is packed, John." Sherlock whispered, sitting down next to John. "Okay, the cab should be here soon, I should go tell my Mother and Harry." John said, walking towards the door. He walked out, leaving the door open behind him. Sherlock sat silently, looking around, when John popped his head in and said "Aren't you coming?" He asked, tilting his head sideways at Sherlock. "Oh.. yeah." Sherlock said shyly, walking towards the door. He looked at John, who was wearing his black and white stripped jumper and jeans, his hair was combed down, as usual. Sherlock, on the other hand, was wearing his tight, untucked, purple shirt, no suit jacket, blue jeans, a pair of old converse and his hair was as messy as usual. They must look like quiet a couple, Sherlock thought. John looked back at Sherlock and smiled a bit.

      As they walked into the living room, John sat on the other side of his mother, Harry on the opposite. Sherlock sat on the sofa across from them. Mrs.Watson held tight to her children, praying nothing would happen to them. She opened her eyes and saw Sherlock sitting awkwardly on the sofa, and smiled. "Come here, you big oaf. Your part of the family now, time for the first family hug." Sherlock looked back at her, smiling a half of a sad smile. John rolled his eyes at Sherlock and grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the hug, Sherlock shifting against Johns back.

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  Sherlock went back into the room to grab the bags, refusing any of Johns help. Sherlock placed them next to the door and smiled at the Watson family. "Sherlock? Could I speak to you for a second, please?" Mrs.Watson said, smiling. Sherlock nodded and followed her into the kitchen, leaving John and Harry alone. "Sherlock, I want you to look out for John, alright?" She said, smiling. Sherlock studded her face and noticed something. She didn't look- or sound- anything like John. John had sandy blond hair, while she had long, red hair. John had a sharp nose, while she had some what of a flat one. "Your not his real mother, aren't you?" Sherlock asked suddenly. Her faced hardened for a second, then went soft again. "No, I'm not. Don't worry, John knows." She smiled. "Can I ask you something, Ma'am?" Sherlock asked, smiling. "Of course, anything." She answered. "What was your name before you became 'Mrs.Watson'? I'm just curious." Sherlock said, shifting from one foot to another. "Well, my name is Donna, but my name before Donna Watson was Donna Noble." She answered, smiling. "I'll take care of him, Donna." Sherlock said, smiling. 

   "Sherlock! The cabs here!" John called from the living room. "Thank you." Donna said, crying. Sherlock nodded and kissed her on the check, and walked into the living room. John stood in the middle, his face red. Sherlock could tell John was mad. Donna came into the living room, smiling at her kids. Johns face turned into a smiled as he walked into his mothers hug, while Harry sat on the sofa, watching them with hatred. "Have fun at school, John." Donna said, smiling into Johns shoulder. "I will." John said, pulling her arms length apart, then kissing her on the check. "Make sure to call, mom!" John said, laughing. Donna sat down and watched as the siblings exchanged stiff hugs. "Bye, John. Bye, weirdo." Harry said bluntly. Sherlock looked at her with surprise, but stopped when John grabbed his arm. 

        "Lets go, Sherlock." John urged, grabbing a bag. Sherlock turned on his heals and grabbed a bag and headed out the door. As he shut the door, he heard Donna erupt into shouting. Sherlock ignored it and followed John into the cab. 

       About a half hour into the ride, Sherlock asked the question he had been dying to ask. "Why'd she call me a freak if she didn't even know me?" He asked, tilting his head towards John. John sighed, "Apparently, she goggled you and it showed up some criminal recorded. It was for a 'Sherlock Holmes Senior', though. She tried to convince me that you were hitting the booze when I wasn't with you, and that you'd be a bad influence on me. I told her that you were you, and I loved you. She said it wasn't love, I just really liked you and did know what was best for myself." He said, smiling a bit at Sherlock. 

"I'm sorry, John.." Sherlock whispered, looking out the window. "Its not your fault." John whispered. 

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Hey guys!! It's Lydia, and I wanted to ask you guys something. Would you all hate me if I just wrote some of the major shit that happens over the course of collage? I was just wondering, because I really don't want to talk about every year, because I want this fanfic to continue to John and  Sherlocks life togther. Please answer because ilyasm <3

Mmkay, bye guys :) <3

-Lydia <3