Like Wire (A BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

[nineteen]

"Mycroft, how exactly did our headteacher know several things about me?" Sherlock interrogated, displeased.

"If you're asking how I convinced him not to get involved in your damn dissapearances, I used the stupidity of your peers, such as Anderson, to influence his ideas. He would hate for the reputation of the school to be destroyed due to idiots like them -"

"What you're trying to say is: you told him about Anderson and how he acted towards me and told him that if he was to bring up my disappearances then you would bring up Anderson," Sherlock interrupted.

"Basically," Mycroft agreed, leaving Sherlock slightly grateful (not that he was going to confess that).

"Well, that information is going to ruin my life," Sherlock enlightened him with a sarcastic smile, before he flounced off, unable to give Mycroft an opportunity to speak again.

* * *

Sherlock skipped his first few lessons that day, knowing his mind was way too focused on the current events and that the buzz of a teachers voices were only going to get in the way of his thinking. The school had not yet announced the second murder, it was a little bit dodgy actually; Sherlock was sure other schools in this situation would have closed for safety reasons.

His legs were wrapped around the balcony railings as he perched on top, staring at the ground that loomed several feet below. The wind swept through his hair, which was refreshing for his non-stop brain.

"I do wish you wouldn't sit there," John complained, clambering out next to him and looking out at the land that stretched before him.

"So do I," Sherlock replied. He looked up and met Johns thoughtful eyes, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Yes but science is boring without you," John mumbled, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

Sherlock smiled.

The school grounds stopped abruptly, rolling into the scenic fields, before dropping down, the green of the grass crumbling down the mountain that the school was centred upon. Greying English skies grumbled above them, dulling the atmosphere, however it still looked pretty in it's own, distinguishable way.

"What happened last night?" John asked Sherlock, turning to him.

Sherlock ran a hand through his hair, eyeing John and internally debating what to say.

"Nothing," He lied.

"You went to the door and never returned," John recalled.

"You must have been dreaming," Sherlock excused.

The silence cocooned them, winding softly between the two of them, leaving them comfortable to just gaze out at the view.

"You should get back to class," Sherlock suggested.

"I'll be lonley," John chortled.

"No you won't, you've got your friends,"

"Neither Mike or Greg are in our class, besides they're not my best friend,"

"Well I don't know. I'm bad with names," Sherlock replied.

"Sherlock?"

"Yeah?"

"You know you're my best friend, right?"

"What?" Sherlock spluttered, surprised he hadn't fallen off the balcony, "Why?"

John smiled sadly at the boy in front of him, something told him it was the appropriate time to wrap his arms around the boy.

Sherlock jumped at the warmth of John as he enclosed his arms around Sherlock, leaning his torso upon Sherlocks back as Sherlock still rested upon the railings and John stood behind.

Sherlock hated hugs; this was different.

Johns head lolled upon Sherlocks soft and fluffy hair, his arms still encasing the thin frame of his friend, expressing his need for Sherlock.

"Oh my god," Sherlock exhaled, jumping up so John lost grip and stumbled back, "Oh my god!"

"Yes?"

"Can I borrow your laptop?" Sherlock asked, "I just remembered something,"

John grinned as he bounded back to collect his laptop. Sherlock was back.