Like Wire (A BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

[two]

A forced smile masked the strangers face as he greeted John, throwing out his hand as to approach John in a friendly manner.

"Hello, you must be John Watson?" The boy questioned, adjusting his tie with pride and dignity.

"That's me," John said, shaking the boys hand.

"I'm Mycroft Holmes, head boy. You come to me if you need anything," Mycroft explained, replacing his smile with a more stern, yet natural, look.

Mycroft lead John into the building: into the boarding school, pointing out different classrooms and directions to certain places.

"You will share a room with another person," Mycroft explained, "you'll move in with someone in the next week, however you'll be staying on your own for now, while we get things sorted - if that is okay?"

"Of coarse," John replied graciously, stopping when Mycroft did, outside a heavily graffitied door.

Mycroft stiffened at the sight of the writing and smiled weakly at John, "sorry about the... art, the rest of the school isn't like this,"

John smiled so his brown eyes crinkled and radiated warmth, "it's fine," he dismissed.

"Yes well," Mycroft muttered, straightening his clothes in his formal manner once more. "You get settled, if you need anything you can come and find me,"

"Thanks," John retorted, etching his way into the dusty room.

There was a rotting wooden bunk bed, graffiti also layered upon the fragile material, a thin mattress lay on the frame. John couldn't help but show his consolation, thankful he would only occupy this room for a few days and not the rest of dnis we've his school years. He suppressed his disappointment of his first impressions of his new school and slipped his weighty bag off his aching shoulders, so it crumpled to the floor.

Not long after he had collapsed next to his bag there were several knocks on his door, causing John to warily pick himself up and prepare himself for the future interaction.

"Hey, we heard there was a new kid, you're the new kid aren't you?"

"Wha-" John mumbled, dazed and certainly not expecting a confident and pretty girl to appear at his room, asking about him.

"What's your name?" She asked

"John, I'm John Watson,"

"Hey Watson, I'm Sally Donovan," she claimed, flicking her brown hair from her shoulders and smiling.

John strained an unnatural smile and rubbed the tired from his eyes.

"Is that the new guy?" Someone yelled, scrambling towards Johns door and knocking Sally to the side, "it is isn't it?"

"Philip please remove yourself from my presence," Sally sniffed.

The boy grinned, clearly used to her reaction to him, although a spark of anger flicked in his expression, "it's Anderson," he corrected, more in Johns direction, to which John replied with a bewildered smile.

"I'm John,"

"Okay, so have you been told?" Anderson asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet energetically.

"Told?" John trailed off quizzically.

Anderson grinned wildly like he'd been provided a huge treat, "Oh you know, who to avoid, who to befriend - the gossip,"

John didn't particularly care for gossip, however he shook his head as an indication for Anderson to continue talking.

"So, you befriend us and we keep you up to date with all the gossip, plus we've got loads of friends - we are the kind of people you need, Watson," Sally advertised with a knowing smirk.

"Irene, she's gay," Anderson chuckled, "you'll probably meet the famous Miss Adler some time soon, she likes to make herself... known,"

"He means," Sally decoded, indelicately, "she likes to get into bed with the new kids,"

"I thought you said she was gay?" John quizzed, visibly puzzled.

"She is," Anderson shrugged.

John leaned back against the wooden door frame, sending an exhausted hand through his tangled toffee hair. Again, he scrubbed at his bloodshot eyes: a desperate attempt to erase his fatigue.

"You said there were people to be avoided?" John reminded the two.

"Of coarse," Andersons eyes sparked and a grin slashed across his face, "I believe you may have already met his brother - he's head boy,"

"You mean Mycroft?"

"Yeah, Mycroft's brother, that's who you need to stay clear of,"

"Why?" John interrogated

"He's a psychopath," Sally giggled, "he's insane,"

"Yeah," Anderson lowered his voice to a deep whisper, his expression fell deadly serious, "his roommate, right, his roommate just disappeared one night. Everyone knows he did it, killed his roommate, he's done other stuff too, lots of stuff,"

John froze, his mouth went dry and his blood ran cold - surely they were just joking, there couldn't be an actual psycho in the school, right?

"What's his name?" John asked, and Sally peeled open her lips to tell John before she was interrupted by a furious roar down the corridor.

"SHERLOCK!"