Sherlock wakes up in an asylum.. I may not continue this... it doesn't seem to have a lot of interest in it, and ... Yeah. However I will keep this up. Maybe I will continue it, it depends on a few things though. Thanks for reading this.

“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”

Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

I saw the cover picture online and I decided to do this. It's gonna be one chapter for each year. Sherlock is Ravenclaw and John is Gryffindor.

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

Forged between unemployment and his girlfriend paying for the bills, John can't go back to the life he had seven years ago. He can't go back to summer nights and moonlit rooms and the broken-down echoes of hopes and dreams and wishes. He can't go back to Sherlock. Then John goes to his high school reunion. And sees him. And then it comes back full circle. [Warning: contains strong language, smoking, alcoholism, and ideologically sensitive material] =△▽△▽△= This has a prequel called Cabinmates, a fan fiction about John and Sherlock meeting for the first time on a school trip to a summer camp. You can find this story on my profile if not in "the discover" since it is rated Mature.

Teenlock. The reason why Sherlock Holmes cuts himself off from emotions and anyone else, why this man is so cold and rude to anyone he meets, is to protect himself from the hard truth: That in the end, everybody leaves.

Irene Adler. Jim Moriarty. Sherlock Holmes. The Trio. They go around the school, sleeping with a range of people for seemingly no reason. Some people love them, some people hate them. Together, they play their game, racking up the points to see who can have sex with the most people. Is there a reason behind their behavior? And why does everyone seem so determined to keep Sherlock's past quiet? Or are they, like everyone assumes, just the sluts of the school?