Sherlock is not an expert in love. He had never known any sort of affection before...but when he arrives at Baskerville University, he meets John--this blue-eyed boy, this rugby player, this new roommate. They get along well, and when Sherlock begins to receive mysterious notes from an anonymous source, John teams up with him to solve the crimes being committed. Along the way, Sherlock does find love...but what he doesn't know is that his love is evanescent. ((Cover creds go to @meglet713))

This is a one-shot based off a prompt a follower sent me on tumblr: "Sherlock and John making out on the couch and Mycroft walks in on them." I hope you all enjoy! ;)

Sherlock is bored as usual. He needs JAWN ACTION for...erm...SCIENCE! Yes. Anyway, I suck at descriptions so just read. Contains Johnlock and rated I don't know because I'm making it up as I go along. Maybe it will get porny ;)

Sherlock Holmes always keeps his cool. Always. He's like a machine, never showing any emotion, and completely in control. So when he bursts through the door in tears, clutching a bloodstained shirt, something has got to be very wrong indeed. Hedgehogs, hysterics, and a highly-strung detective. What could make John Watson's day any better?

Meet Sherlock Holmes- a 15 year old sociopath; arrogant, tactless, rejected, but enjoys a life of solitude and deducing. Meet John Watson- a 15 year old footballer; quiet, popular, caring, but endures a life of isolation and oppression. A transfer from a state school, John pushes open the door of Room 22 to find the most crucial part of his life he never knew existed; a teenage boy with the mind of a philosopher, who just so happens to be able to precisely analyse every detail of John's life, whilst being able to piss everyone else off at the exact same time.