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 He shrugged and drove the two of them to their school in London. Sherlock and Mycroft were just behind John and his family on the way there. So just as it should've been, John was hanging birds to Sherlock, and then Sherlock to John. After about half an hour of driving they reached their destination to see all of the class going to the auditorium. Sherlock and John were in some of the same classes but not all of them. Chemistry, Geometry, Engineering, Workshop, Science, and ELA. Sherlock had all A+s but John was getting by just fine with As and Bs.

The two got out of their cars while their relatives went to the parking lot to you know... park. John and Sherlock were walking next to each other and they saw their friend Molly.

"John!"she squealed running to them,"Oh my God!" She jumped into Johns arms,"I thought you were dead!"

He winced at the sudden pressure on his arm,"Good to see you too Molly. Where's Greg?"

"He's already inside. Oh,"She looked over to the other male,"Good to see you too Sherlock."

"Molly,"he acknowledged. They all walked to the auditorium, they were required to wear black on the day of the ceremony and lucky enough for John, his uniform was grey, black, and white camo. Once they reached the sitting area, the students got really quiet.

Watson cleared his throat,"Hello everyone, carry on." And they did, he leaned over to Sherlock,"They think I'm some sort of commanding officer."

"Use that power to your humility John, don't take advantage of it,"He responded as they sat next to each other with Molly beside John. A person sat next to Sherlock,"Graham."

"It's Greg!" He corrected,"Is that John?" He pointed to him, John was facing Molly so he was not surprised that Greg didn't recognise him,"Oh m God it is! John!"

He looked back to the calling of his name,"Greg! Pleasure to see you old, mate!" They nodded to each other,"How's life?"

"Pretty good, I got a scholarship to the Police Academy here is London,"he replied,"What happened to your arm?"

"Got shot in Afghan," John pointed to his shoulder,"That's kind of a side-effect of it."

"Well then," Greg sat back,"So Sherlock, oh, nice scarf."

"Thank you Lestrade," Sherlock accepted,"John got it for me." Greg mumbled something under his breath,"What was that Graham?"

"Nothing," he smiled.

"I'm not gay,"Sherlock defended,"Neither is John, we are just friends."

They both chuckled and saw the headmaster walk up on stage,"Everyone, the ceremony will begin now." All the students and guests sat,"today we are celebrating the graduation of this senior class. I am Headmaster Tillman, the man who is giving out certificates is Officer Lowery, and the assistant Headmaster Pullim, who could not be here due to a family emergency."

"I think this ceremony is rubbish,"Sherlock sighed to John who laughed in response.

"We would like to start off by congratulating our Valedictorian here at the London Academy, William Sherlock Scott Holmes,"he stood and made his way to the stage where he was given a plaque and a small scroll by the Headmaster,"Thank you Sherlock, now for our Salutatorian, Molly Hooper." She too did the same as Sherlock except the plaque was smaller,"on to A honor Roll." Once the A Honor Roll was called up they called AB Honor roll and fifth from the end was John,"Now John Hamish Watson, this brave young man was in Afghanistan for the entire Senior-year. We thank you for what you have sacrificed for this country Dr. Watson."

He accepted the certificate and came to sit back down.

"The title suits you,"Sherlock whispered.

"And the scarf suits you,"he whispered back.

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