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

Chapter 21: Running

Chapter 21: Running

Sherlock

Sherlock really hated Baskerville High.

He didn't know why he even came to this school in the first place. He should've just stuck with the London Academy of the Special.

Sherlock inhaled the nicotine from his cigarette, before swiftly disposing of it. He was going to leave tonight. He was going to leave.

Charles entered the room, looking tired. He was beaten up and a bit bloody, but he managed to smile at Sherlock.

"What happened to you?" Sherlock asked.

"Anderson," Charles replied. He began to take off his shoes and clothes, until he was just in his boxers.

He took his towel from the edge of his bed and walked to the shower, shutting the door softly behind him.

Sherlock sighed and continued to pack some of his personal belongings into a backpack, making sure he had a few shirts, two casual pants and other things.

He stopped when he saw a note at the bottom of his drawer though. He took it carefully and examined it, before opening it.

Dear Sherlock,

What the hell?

I thought you were going to fight me. But now you're running away. How courageous.

If you find this when you're packing away for some shitty summer vacation, please ignore this and burn it. Burn it and do not read the rest of it (You are a little shit, so I'm pretty sure you're still going to do it).

John is going to be so disappointed when he learns you ran. He's going to cry.

Sherlock, you can choose to stay or be that courageous Pirate. The choice is yours.

Love,
Jim Moriarty

Sherlock crumpled the note and threw it away. It landed in a corner of the room. He was still going to run.

"Hey Sherlock," Charles left the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, wearing only black boxers. "Did you-"

He stopped saying whatever he was going to say and looked at Sherlock questioningly.

"I'm running away," Sherlock said. "Far away."

Charles looked at him in outrage. "You can't just run away! John-"

"John won't even remember me," Sherlock said, even though he knew it was a lie. "Everyone forgets about me."

"Most people will," Charles said, sitting down beside him. "But some will remember you. People like John, Joshua, Lisa and... me."

He said the last bit smiling at him. Looking into his gentle eyes made Sherlock's heart jump to his throat.

Charles leaned in, paralyzing Sherlock, thousands of things flashing in his mind. But Charles only hugged him.

"Don't go," Charles said. "I've grown close to you."

Sherlock pushed Charles away, a bit red in the face. "I can't do that. I'm sorry."

Charles smiled sadly at him. "Okay. I'll pretend I never saw you."

"Good," Sherlock said, zipping up the bag. "Great, actually."

Sherlock stood up and so did Charles, whose boxers slipped down a bit. He had to hold them up, lest they slip all the way down.

"Sorry," Charles said, blushing bright red. "A bit loose."

"I've noticed," Sherlock said, afraid to look down.

Sherlock opened the window and looked down. It wasn't too much of a drop. He'd probably sprain his foot, but only if he landed upright. He'd had to land on his chest, with his palms outstretched to support him.

"We're on the first floor, Sherlock. You'll probably break an arm," Charles said.

"Don't care," Sherlock sat on the ledge and jumped.

Sherlock landed on the ground and rolled before standing up. He didn't break anything, but he felt sore in some areas.

He looked up and saw Charles looking and waving at him. He waved back and dashed away to his car.

He didn't know that his actions would start a chain of events, and that John Watson would be in the middle of them.