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

Chapter 3: Forget?

Chapter 3: Forget?

Sherlock

Lessons were dull to Sherlock. He understood everything the teachers taught, sometimes even better than them. But though he knew most things, he admitted that there were a few things he actually learned in school.

But he was careful to make mistakes in test papers or essays sometimes or the students would learn that he was a freak. Someone who didn't fit in society. A genius.

Sherlock was glad that no one called him freak. It was a new beginning. And he had to keep it that way.

"Hey, Sherlock!" It was Lestrade. He was the school prefect, but he wasn't as bad as Kristina Lyre.

"Hi Lestrade," Sherlock said, his eyes shut tight, avoiding the bright colours and lights of reality.

"Are you okay? You look terrible!" Lestrade's voice was laced with concern that almost made Sherlock smile.

"I have a headache. A painful one." Sherlock massaged his temples, trying to ease his pain.

"You might want to go to the infirmary. Well, I'd better go. Seems like Anderson is stirring up shit again. I would take you to the infirmary by force if he wasn't punching Jamie Trek. Again." Lestrade stood up from the table and walked off to the source of trouble.

For a moment, there was silence at the table, before Carol spoke to Sherlock.

"Are you okay, Sherlock? Do you need to go to the infirmary?" She asked.

"No. It's just a headache." Sherlock replied, his eyes still shut.

"But you look terrible." She stood up and walked over to Sherlock. "I'm taking you there now."

Sherlock didn't recoil from her touch and let her lead him to the infirmary.

Carol Winters was one of the kindest people in Baskerville High, aside from John Watson. She had soft blue eyes and pale blonde hair that reached her shoulders. She was one of the few people who had decided to befriend Sherlock.

"How bad is it?" She asked.

"... Bad." Sherlock decided to tell the truth this time since Carol was persuasive and this would quicken the inevitable interrogation about his well being.

Carol quickened her pace and held Sherlock at his waist.

"You know, I could go there by myself." Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at 5'3 girl.

"I just want to help you, Sherlock." She looked up at him with a smile that melted his heart. "We're friends."

When they reached the infirmary, Carol left him there, waiting to be treated by the school nurse.

"What happened to you, Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned around and was greeted by John Watson's warm smile.

"Headache. And I suppose you sprained your leg at rugby practice." Sherlock looked at the bandaged foot of John with slight worry.

"It's okay. I'm used to these kinds of things," John said. "But why do you have a headache? Have you been on the computer too long?"

"No. My mind palace is full, so I'm trying to delete all the useless things stored in there."

"Just don't delete my name."

Sherlock opened his eyes to stare at John in disbelief, before he smiled.

"I could never forget you, John. No matter how hard I would try."