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Sherlock Holmes is a seventeen year old with black hair and skin as white as the snow around him. It was currently Very early in October snow was already everywhere in London.
He was walking home from the shops well home was a loose term. Sherlock was living with his parents for a short time until he was shipped off to college. His family wasn’t what you would call stable but that’s another matter altogether.
His phone buzzing brought him out of his head so he arranged the bags he was holding then pulled it from his pocket. Molly was calling that was odd she knew he hated calls must be important.
“Sherlock! Get your ass over where now!” She screamed and he pulled the phone away from his ear in shock. Molly didn’t swear she hardly ever raised her voice unless she was fan-girling which brought all this to a startling clarity for Sherlock.
“What’s happening?”
“Get your ass over here and find out.” She hung up after that.
Sherlock sighed heavily to himself adjusted his bags and headed over actually grateful to not have to go home. So he started heading to Molly’s flat which was just up the road.
When he entered he was bombarded by Molly and bearded in while she talked his ear off. He pointedly stayed quite not following at all as she got it out of her system. When she did calm down he looked at her questionably.
“Johnathan Watson is on in five minutes with apparently big news.” She said more subdued. This surprised Sherlock as he had a probably unhealthy obsession with the rising rockstar Johnathan Watson, he kept regular updates of anything to do with him. So it surprised him when Molly knew more about him then he did.
“How did you find this out?” He grabs the remote and fiddles with the controls until it turns on. “What channel?”
“BBC News. Just hit number one.” Molly pointed to the number and he quickly pressed it waiting as her slow tv buffered. “I have connections with everyone unlike you and they tell me when there are secret interviews. Your welcome.”
“Whatever shhh.” Molly never took his rudeness personal thankfully and just laughed slightly. They both sat down and leaned it as the television whired on.
The little icon in the corner said it was coming on next so they just had to wait. Time went by like sand in an hourglass that’s hole was too small for sand to fall properly through it. Single grains at a time slowly falling in time. Sherlock feels like he’s shaking it willing the glass to open and allow the sand to flow. Then it shatters hitting the ground as the sand pours out the side and Johnathan Watson shows up on the screen.
He’s sitting in an a classic interview room with various colors decorating the walls and furniture. The interviewer is a women good status in the media and good enough at her job to get him in her studio. Johnathan Watson sits relaxed lounging in his chair the image of calm. But Sherlock can make out little tremors ruining through his hands and right leg. He’s anxious. But about what?
He smiles as she introduces him and the crowd applauded for a time that was probably too long.
“So Johnathan how’s life been here in New York?” The women asked her American accent in contrast to his British one.
“Amazing it’s been really amazing. Especially the night life don’t get much of it where I grew up. It’s a nice change.”
“Yes you mentioned something about your hometown, some kind of big news? What’s that about?”
“Yeah actually that is why I scheduled an interview such short notice. I will be going back to London this coming week and attending the College For Particularly Advance. It’s just in Cardiff actually lovely place…”
His voice faded from Sherlock’s awareness as he head both he and Molly gasp in shock. He leaned back closing his eyes against the- what seems to be -incoming anxiety. He was completely shocked and had no idea what he has going to do with Johnathan Watson at the same school as he was attending. Small world indeed.
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“Now I’ve packed you a bag of snacks for the Twain and extra-“
“I don’t care Mummy. I need to go now.” Sherlock complained as his mother continued to baby him and everything he was doing. “I’ll be fine if I need anything I will call or just get Mycroft to do it.”
Mycroft would be attending the same school as he was just for one year as he already had the four years before that. He had chosen to stay for an unidentifiable amour if time to get all kinds of crappy government courses and next year he’d be going home. That goodness he didn’t have to be there for that, Mycroft was insufferable on his best days.
“Alright alright. I just worry.” Sher replies with a sigh and his father gave her a side hug and stepped out of the house.
“Come on lets go before she gets all weepy.” His father said. He always understood everything he needed.
His father clapped a hand on his shoulder and led him to the car. They both got in and drove away while Mrs Holmes stands in the doorway with tears in her eyes.
“So detective then?” His father asked halfway there.
“Yes, so it seems.”
“Your grandmother would be proud.” Sherlock’s grandmother had died a police woman and even though Sherlock's mother was terrified of it happening again, she knew he had to do this.
“I know.” He swallowed a bit thickly before looking towards his father. He never brought up his mother so it was odd now and yet he showed no reaction.
When they got there they said goodbyes and his father drove off and Sherlock walked inside. Mycroft would be waiting somewhere to show him around but also show Molly around if he could find her. Really Molly shouldn’t be able to afford this school but her scholarship and talent in pathological studies.
“Sherlock! Sherlock!” He heard her scream at him then practically got thrown over when she ran straight into him and hugged him.
“Alright calm down.”
“How can I possibly calm down?! Do you see this place it’s incredible!”
“Shhh keep your voice down.”
“Oh sorry but do you see it, it’s amazing!” She whispered yelled doing little circles looking at everything. “And we get to be here at the same time as Johnathan Watson! Do you think we’ll meet him!? Oh my goodness I don’t know what I’d do! And do-“
“Molly!” She kinda yelled and the few people that were there looked towards them. He waved them off and the sound continued in the room.
“You need to calm down even if we do meet him if your freaking out like this he won’t want to talk to you.” That shut her up really fast. “So your good now?”
“Yes. Yes oh gosh I’m sorry. I’ll just stay quiet now.”
“Sherlock.” They heard and turned towards the voice to find Mycroft sauntering towards them.
“Mycroft.” Sherlock replies in a loathing tone.
“Let’s not start this until the tours over, yes?”
“Fine.”
And so we began.