All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 1: Deductions

Chapter 1: Deductions

Sherlock

The halls never seemed to stop at Baskerville Academy. Some argued it was just due to the castle's small looking exterior. Some said it was the lost people's own fault or that it was because of the halls' similarities. Some even offered that it was a TARDIS.

But not to Sherlock Holmes. He knew every hall like the back of his hand - because John Watson knew.

Sherlock Holmes was a transferee from London School of the Special. Not where they taught deaf kids how to read lips or the blind to read Braille. It was for students with an especially high IQ.

Fortunately for him, he knew how to blend in. He would be quiet and timid at the back of the class. It was an act to get out of that infernal school.

He wanted to be higher than those pansies, so he acted for six months to get out. It was hard, but it was worth it to get into Baskerville Academy.

And he had heard that the strangest things happened there.

Especially, once he entered the school.

~four years earlier~

"Sherlock, this is John. He'll be your guide today."

Sherlock's eyes darted across John's body, deducing the boy's every mystery, every single thing.

"Hi. I'm John." John held out his hand towards Sherlock, waiting for Sherlock to take it.

"As he said, I'm Sherlock." Sherlock walked past John with the same bored expression, ignoring the outstretched hand.

"Right..." John dumbly put his hand back to his side, before smiling again.

"So this is your first day," John said.

"Obviously." Sherlock was amused that John was actually trying to start a small conversation with him. It was humane.

"Baskerville Academy is a bit big, but I'll teach you the secret how not to get lost," John idly said.

"Okay. Can you begin?" Sherlock indicated to the halls behind him, getting rather impatient of the introduction.

"Yah, of course. Sorry," John said.

John began to walk forward, pointing at doors and telling him about the classes in the Academy, staff and extra curricular activities.

"I'm in Rugby. What would you do?" John asked.

"I don't know. Maybe go to the Morgue in my spare time." Sherlock shrugged.

"Aren't you going to take Criminology as your elective?" John cocked his head to the side, looking at the pale, tall boy.

"Yes. But if I go to classes, they will teach me methods I already know," Sherlock replied.

"Then why choose that elective?" John suddenly noticed two figures appear in the corridor.

"Becau-" John pushed him to a corner, while two boys, who both held each a cigarette in their hands, walked past them.

Sherlock felt John's heart against his own, a rapid rhythm repeating over and over again. John was scared. It almost made Sherlock pity him.

The two men turned into the next corridor, talking about their new girlfriends or the new girl, who had just transferred to their classes. It seemed idiotic to Sherlock.

"That was close," John said. "You should probably stay clear of them."

"I know. They both bullied you in your first year and still continue to do so," Sherlock told him. "You were scared, so you pushed me to that very crammed corner and hid from them. Another thing was that you cared enough not to get me picked on."

"I... erm... how do you know?" John rubbed his arm, looking down from the Sherlock's steely glare.

"Your heart rate was unusually fast when you pushed me. Your breathing pattern was irregular and your pupils dilated. Conclusion; you were scared." Sherlock said all that without missing a beat or batting an eyelash.

John just stood there quietly, before continuing to walk.

"And this is the canteen..." John murmured.