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

Chapter 12: Bumping into the Unexpected

A/N: Cutie pie! Benedict is so cute! And it looks like he cut hus hair and the natural gingery colour's coming back! Still hot and cute!

Chapter 12: Bumping into the Unexpected

John

Okay. First things first, John was definitely not okay.

Sherlock's shocked whisper, "Lin...", was blocked by John's screams. He repeatedly cried, "Lin!", until his voice was sore and Sherlock finally managed to drag him from the edge.

"Be quiet. We don't need teachers coming here," Sherlock warned him, voice icily cold.

John pursed his lips and nodded. He wasn't going to cry. Especially not in front of a sociopath who had absolutely no feelings.

"Why... why are you such a robot? Why do you act like a machine?" John asked Sherlock, finally taking control of his tears. "Why do you act like nothing," His voice rose, and he knew that he definitely was upset. "You act like nothing just happened! You act like Lin didn't just die in front of your very eyes? have

Why do you act when you already showed me that you have emotions? When we have

already shared moments of defeat and such? Why do you act when you can feel it anyways?"

That took a turn on Sherlock, because next thing he knew, he was yelling at his only friend.

"Shut up! I am trying to think! If emotions were so important, would they help me? No! Emotions just make you do irrational things. And also, I'm not just acting. I don't feel," Sherlock finished his speech with a little glare that seemed to have done the trick.

"Okay. Fine! I guess I'm not needed here with my useless emotions. I'm just another idiot to you anyways." John walked over to the stair case, leaving Sherlock.

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John stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, not really bothering to go to classes that day.

He felt sick. He kept seeing Lin's face as she fell. And he hadn't even been able to grab her hand. He hadn't saved her.

"Knock, knock," John looked at the door and saw Peter.

"Where were you all day? Are you okay?" Peter sat at the edge of the bed, keeping his distance from John. It was a sign that he didn't really need to tell him.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit sick," John told half the truth. His stomach churned at the thought of Lin; he could just throw up anytime.

"Uhm... well, Lin. She's dead," Peter said sadly. "And it's been proven that Carol Winter's death is not suicide. It's murder. Lin's murder is the same."

"Oh. Okay." John just mindlessly stared at the ceilings again the horrible feeling in his gut returning when Peter mentioned Lin's death.

"Okay. I'm going to leave now. Get well soon, John." With those four words, he left.

"Bloody Holmes. Just had to ruin everything!" John threw the sheets off him and took his jacket from the chair.

He ran out of the room, accidentally bumping into Charles Queen.

"Charles?" John asked.

"Hi, John. Sorry for being a pretentious bastard."

A/N: Do you guys get it now? Charles? If not, stay tuned for the next chapter. More twists to come people!

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