Reichenbach Secondary (Teenlock)

Defending A Sociopath

John’s POV

I really enjoyed seeing my little sister again, even though it hasn’t been that long. I cannot help but feel guilty for leaving her with them but I will see her in the holidays. Standing here in Block B of Reichenbach Secondary my first thought is: has Sherlock burnt down our dorm? I rush up the stairs and scamper towards room two hundred and twenty-one with my rucksack bouncing on my back. I hurl myself at the door and it opens to reveal a completely spotless dorm…is this my dorm? I hear the shower running so I gather that is Sherlock, at least I know he is alive ahaha. The shower stops as I set down my bag and begins to unpack. It isn’t soon before the bathroom door is opened and out mopes Sherlock, “Sherlock, thank you so much for-” I stop as I see the state he is in, he has bruising to his face across his cheeks and obviously a broken nose which has been popped back into place. Both of his eyes are black and he has a sharp cut to his lower lip. I am going to kill them! “Did they do this to you?!” I ask as my blood begins to boil.

“Yes.” He admits obviously ashamed, “But I am fine.” He claims as he limps over to his chair and into his mind palace. Fine my arse. Just looking at him broken and obviously in pain…I need to do something. “John.” He states now out of his mind palace, “I am fine.” He stresses the last word.

“No you’re not!” I exclaim as I head out of the door.

“Where are you going?!” He calls.

“To kill them!” I shout back as the door slams behind me. You think I am exaggerating, I am going to kick Anderson so hard in his nuts that he is going to be unable to produce to children. And that’s a promise.

Sherlock’s POV

I wonder how hard John is going to threaten Anderson…no I cannot think like this! Mycroft said that if he sticks up for me I will get beaten more and I cannot cope with that so I will have to do what I did last time…where’s my phone. Oh yes threw it in the lake! So how will I contact my idiot brother? I am sure John won’t mind if I borrow his phone, now then. Mycroft’s number is…ah yes. I punch in the number and listen to the number dial as I push the phone up against my ear. “Brother dear.” Mycroft greets. “What do you want?”

“John is about to kick the shit out of Anderson.” I state, “Bye.” I hang up. Mycroft can sort this out.

John’s POV

I sprint towards the dining room knowing that the pricks who did that to Sherlock will be there. I mean it is dinner time so I don’t know where else they will be. I shove open the double doors – completely ignoring Mike Stamford who is standing on the other side – and I push through the masses of people towards the table where the football team are sitting with Anderson and Sally. “Hi John.” Greg greets me obviously completely oblivious to the current situation. I storm over to Anderson and drag him up out of his seat disregarding everyone else around me. “John get off him!” I punch him in the face, hard which causes him to fall clutching onto his cheek.

“Do not hurt him again!” I shout as I kick him in his stomach. “I mean it!” I assert as I feel a pair of arms pull me away from Anderson; which is probably wise otherwise I might actually kill him. I realise that it is Greg that is pulling me off that little prick and that Mycroft is standing between us both tutting.

“Mr Powers take Mr Anderson to the school nurse.” Mycroft instructs but no one moves.

“Carl! Take Philip to matron now!” Greg shouts making Mycroft role his eyes. Carl – another member of the football team – pulls Anderson up into a standing position and guides him out of the dining room. Greg releases me from his grip whilst shouting, “You are off the team!”

“Fine!” I reply not caring anymore, “You should see what that lot did to Sherlock!” This shuts him up. Mycroft and Greg peer at each other with a confused expression playing across their faces. Has Sherlock not told anyone?