Just The Name

Chapter 6

Sherlock and John sat on opposite sides of the room during Professor Singers lesson.

Sherlock was struggling to focus. He kept sneaking glances at John.

On top of that, guilt swam through him whenever he thought of Sam. Not that they were even really friends. They mostly just sat and read and drank tea and said nothing. When they did speak, one or the other was helping the other with homework.

And he kept on wondering why on Earth Dean thought his own brother could be so... vile. But he did.

And Sherlock was getting quite annoyed with his emotions and the urge to slip out of class and light a cigarette.

Finally, he caved.

He was at the back of the class, so make sure Mycroft doesn't realize he's leaving, but go fast enough that Professor Singer doesn't have time to-

"Hey, idjit!" Singer called.

The class all turned to Sherlock, who had his hand on the door knob. Dean, Mycroft and John seemed to have gazes that ripped into Sherlock.

"Yes, professor?" Sherlock said, slowly.

He was doing his best to resist the urge to jump onto furniture and prove how smart he is by making deductions about the professor. This was something he managed to resist more than people thought.

"Yes, Professor, my ass, you know damn well what I was going to ask, boy."

"I was just..." Sherlock looked at Mycroft, concerned. He knew his brother would see through his lie. "Going to catch the bus. It's leaving soon."

"Do I look your mama, boy? I ain't as stupid as whoever birthed you!"

"How are you... our English professor?"

"Oh I'm sorry." Professor Singer roared. "Did you think your majesty," he gestured to Sherlock, "Got whatever he wanted? Well I'm sorry to tell you, Jackass, but this is the real world. Or as damn real as it gets in a fanfiction! Now sit your ass down, I'm not done teachin'!"

Sherlock slowly let go of the door knob, and walked back to his spot to sit down.

Most people turned to the front, but three didn't. Mycroft looked angry and scared. John and Dean both looked concerned.

So it wasn't surprising when the lesson did end that all three of them tried to cut Sherlock off.

He was in the lobby, about to step outside when Mycroft stepped in front of him.

"Tell me the truth, brother." He began. "Where had you been about to go?"

"Sherlock!" John yelled, catching up, Dean right behind him.

Mycroft raised his brows at them, then at Sherlock. "Do you know them?"

Sherlock nodded. "This is Dean, my roommate's brother, and this is... my friend, John."

Mycroft raised his brow and looked down at John's hand, but it was still gloved.

John rolled his eyes, but said nothing.

"Look, dude, I want you to be less effed up as much as the next guy, but how about we stow all this touchy feely crap and go get hammered?" Dean suggested.

Sherlock blinked. "Did you just use the word 'Effed' in a sentence?"

"And did you tell him to be less effed up by getting drunk instead of getting help?" John added.

"So that's a no." Dean muttered.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock...," Mycroft began. "Were you going outside to smoke?"