SuperWhoLock: Parkwood High

The Master

A/N hey guys im updating a bit sooner this time because i know i took forever last time :/ anyway there's gonna be some who plot now involving the master (obviously i mean read the title) so enjoy!

Matt walked into school after his rough night and his.. encounter with Harold. Clara walked up to him smiling, and he smiled back, trying to hide his worry. "Hey love."

Clara kissed him on the cheek. "How was last night?" she asked, concerned.

"It was alright I guess.. I should probably tell you.." Matt looked around cautiously. Seeing no one else was around, he spoke up. "Last night, I was in my car and erm, I saw... Harold. Harold Saxon." Clara's worried look turned into a mix of anger and shock.

"Saxon. God I hate him."

"Me too." Matt slammed his fist into the locker next to him. "What am I going to do Clara? You know what happened last time I saw him!" Clara embraced him in a hug.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. Nothing will happen to you. I promise."

"Thanks. I love you." They walked into their next class hand in hand and sat down, Matt struggled to hide the look of worry on his face. While the teacher was droning on about some boring event that happened at some boring point in history, Sherlock and John were in deep conversation, talking and glancing repeatedly over at Matt.

"There's something wrong with Matt Sherlock, deduce what it is." Sherlock laughed at John's request.

"Judging by the look of worry on his face something is bothering him, something  close by, as he keeps looking over his shoulders anxiously. He has told Clara presumably because she is offering him a reassuring look. The state of his attire implies that he didn't sleep well last night, but it isn't due to sleeping in a car, but instead dressing carelessly. This shows whatever he is worried about, or whoever, is in this school, and knows of his whereabouts."

"That was fantastic."

"Thank you."

"So do you think it could be Crowley? You said someone in this school."

"No, I don't think it's Crowley, he's got his revenge, and he doesn't hold any sort of grudge against Matt, giving him no reason to bother Matt."

John furrowed his brow. "He could be doing it simply because he hates him?"

"This is more serious than that. I've never seen him look so worried. Have you ever seen him seem angry, when anyone in particular is mentioned in a conversation?" John shook his head. Snapping them out of their conversation, the headteacher, Mr Lestrade (see what I did there) walked in with a boy who looked the same age as everyone else in the room.

"Class, could I have your attention please. This is our new student, Harold Saxon. He transferred from Gallifrey Academy and will be spending his last year here. with us. Make sure you make him feel at home."

Sherlock followed Harold's gaze to see who he was looking at. Matt. Harold was smirking, while Matt's face was showing more worry than ever before. Clara was shooting dagger at Harold.

"John, John, it's him. It's the new kid. He's the one bothering Matt."

"How do you know?" John queried.

"Just look at how they're looking at each other! We need to talk to Matt. Now." Sherlock started to get up, but John pulled him back down.

"Wait, we only have ten minutes left then it's lunch. We'll talk to him then."   

Throughout the lesson Harold was wearing his smirk that really began to annoy Sherlock. Harold had sat in the back corner of the room, giving him a full view of the classroom and its inhabitants. When the bell finally rang, he got out of his chair and walked past Matt's desk, discreetly placing a note on it. Without saying a word to anyone, he walked out. John and Sherlock immediately walked over to Matt and Clara, who were reading the note.

"Hey you two, are you okay?" John asked. No reply.

"Matt, we know something's going on with you and that Harold kid." Sherlock said blatantly. Matt whipped his head up.

"How?"

"Sherlock deduced it." John replied.

"We can help you, if you want." Sherlock whispered, "All of us can, us two, Castiel, Dean, Sam and Gabriel. We're on your side."

Matt smiled at them both sadly. "Thanks, I appreciate it, but I think I should go about this problem alo-"

"Matthew Robert Smith you are not declining anybody's help, because you need it and should be happy they are offering." Clara said in her authorative tone.

"I am happy but-"

"No buts, they're helping. Thanks you two, Matt would love to have your help." Clara finished sweetly to John and Sherlock, who were suppressing their laughs. Matt just stood there with a dumbfounded face. "

"Alright, let's go get some lunch and tell the others."

A/N sorry if this was short but I needed a filler because I have a lot to do today and I wanted to give you guys something to read. Also, I just want to say that the fact that you have all decided to read this fic, and vote and comment means a lot to me, so thank you so much! :) Alex