Reichenbach Secondary (Teenlock)

Alone

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John’s POV

Sundays. Oh how I love Sundays. I love the fact that we have no lessons and I have no football practice, this means that I have time to do what I want. Not what the school wants, or my grandparents or the high functioning sociopath that I live with. Yesterday he dragged me – quite literally – to his brother’s office so I would help stick up for him. Something about breaking a rule or something…I wasn’t listening much to Sherlock’s dismay. He is being much nicer to me lately, like he is trying to persuade me not to leave. But it isn’t good enough. I am currently walking towards my dorm because I have just been in the library reading. Quietly. Alone. I open the already unlocked door on room two hundred and twenty-one to be greeted with a blast of heat. “Bloody hell Sherlock, it is like walking into a microwave!” I yell. I gather it is Sherlock, no one else could make a room this temperature.

“That would be impossible.” He states as he comes into view wearing an oversized overall which has been blackened and goggles. “Microwaves have a safety mechanism to prevent any waves from escaping because they are dangerous to living organisms.” He rambles on.

“Shut up! I don’t give a flying monkeys!” I shout.

“Flying monkeys?” He questions with his brow furrowed, “Must have deleted it.”

“Piss off Sherlock.” Seventy seven days…

“Stop counting down to when you get to leave me.” He deduces as he pulls off his goggles and yanks off his apron obviously angry. He stomps to the other side of the room and pushes open the windows with force. All the other windows in the school are child locked so they cannot be opened further than a few inches but Sherlock somehow disabled them on our windows.

Sherlock’s POV

I feel the cool air hit my face, it is such a relief. The experiment did not go quite to plan, I did not expect them to ignite like that. I turn to see John still in doorway looking out of place, you would think that he would have settled in by now but no and now he is leaving me. Everyone leaves me. Alone. “Why are you so desperate to get away from me?” I ask him and he opens his mouth to speak but I am hearing none of it. “I know I am different John and I know that I am a freak but I thought we got on? I thought that we were friends? I thought that I was your best friend?! That’s what you said sixteen days ago!” I yell at the top of my voice. I have not been this angry in a long time.

“Sherlock I-”

“No John! You are not sorry! If you were then you wouldn’t be leaving me! Alone!” He looks upset, confused and flabbergasted all at once. There is a red rising to his cheeks, which is mostly like due to the heat not because of embarrassment.

“Sherlock…” He mutters before collapsing. John! I rush to his side and look down at the short, blond boy in front of me. What do I do? I am a genius how can I not know what to do in this situation. Think Sherlock think! I place my hand delicately on his cheek and linger there unintentionally and I feel that he is burning up. I then place two fingers to his neck to feel the steady pulse beating onto my digits, it is a little fast. What now? I shake him slightly but receive no response.

“Help!” I shout as loud as I can hoping to get a response from somewhere. I hover my hand just below his nose and I feel the air leaving his nostrils. His mouth is shut. Should I open it? “Help!” I shout again and this time I hear footstep rushing towards the door. Before I know it I see a short, naïve year seven boy looking flustered. “Get help now.” I instruct and the boy scurries off. I lower my fingers to his lips reluctantly but I have to do this. For John. I push two fingers gently between the two lips and when I reach his tongue I separate my fingers to open the airway before pulling my fingers out. I look up to see Mycroft at the doorway looking puzzled. “Don’t just stand there you idiot. Help me get him to the nurse!” My brother steps into the room and peers down at John in a judging way so I kick his shins.

“Ouch!” He cries. I ignore him and with all my strength pick up John and carry him in my arms towards the school nurse’s office with Mycroft following me. Limping.

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John is now lying on the bed in the nurse’s office, I don’t know if he is awake or not. Did I do the right thing? Mycroft and I are sitting on the chairs outside the office and I can feel my brother formulating a question it is utterly painful. He sighs deeply and turns to me, “Why do you care about him so much?” He asks me and I shake my head in disbelief.

“Because he is my friend…my best friend.” I reply.

“You’re scared of being alone Sherlock and it really does not suit you.” He states coldly.

“How did you know?” I ask not denying it. I shouldn’t keep lying to myself.

“Greg told me that John is leaving as soon as he is sixteen which gives you seventy seven days to change his mind. Stop him from going. And tell him how you really feel.” I hate my brother being so open about everything, this is not him. It’s…unnatural and extremely disturbing.

“How did you know?” I repeat myself, still trying to keep the monotone to my voice my I fail towards the end of the question. Sentiment. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side.

“You stuck your fingers in his mouth because you were worried about him suffocating even though you know that he has something nose-like on his face to help with that problem. You mind failed you. You panicked, started to cry for help and-”

“Okay that’s enough!” I bark at my brother to shut him up. He deserves it, the bloody idiot.

John’s POV

I wake up to a bright light and the school nurse leaning over me with a friendly smile, “Mr Watson, how are you feeling?”

“Call me John please.” I reply while trying to sit up. I hate the formalities of this place, I cannot wait to leave.

“John, your roommate is an unpredictable one.” She chuckles and helps me to steady myself before passing me a glass of water which I down in one.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well he puts your life in danger by overheating that dorm. He has put many of his previous roommates in danger hence why they left but you were the first that he helped.” She goes on and I urge her to continue, “He panicked, he lost all sense of his intelligence. He cleared your airway because he was worried that you couldn’t breathe.” It all comes back. I thought I could feel someone’s fingers in my mouth. Was that Sherlock? The door opens and Mycroft walks in, oh joy.

“John I am glad you are well.” He grimaces, “I have just come to inform you that my brother will be dealt with formally.”

“No!” I exclaim making Mycroft take a step back. “Please don’t punish him Mr Holmes. He’s…vulnerable.” He sighs and approaches me, leaning forward he whispers so the nurse does not hear.

“He just doesn’t want to be alone.”