SHERLOCK'S POV

I couldn't see straight I was so mad.

"SHUT UP MYCROFT!" I screamed as I stormed from the house, climbing into the car waiting outside the estate.

"Sherlock Holmes, get back here!"

screamed Mycroft. I sat in the car, my head was throbbing. The car drove for several minutes, then they pulled up to the campus. I got out and walked to my dorm, my vision getting even more blurry and blinding.

--The Next Morning--

The door to the dorm jingled and the door swung open, revealing a shorter boy, about 16, sandy blonde hair and honey brown eyes. He was pulling a suit case and a duffle bag. The boy closed the door behind him and set his stuff on the second bed in the dorm. The blonde boy stepped forward and held out his hand, saying,

"I'm John. John Watson." Sherlock shook John's hand and said, quietly,

"Sherlock Holmes." John smiled slightly and said, turning to his stuff.

"I..um.. I'm your new dorm-mate.." Sherlock nodded but he was still looking at John, deducing,

"Alcoholic and abusive father, brother's an alcoholic too.. serious family problems.. muscular.. Rugby player! Quiet personality.." John looked at Sherlock, breaking him out of his little trance.

"What? What is it?" John took a deep inhale and said

"That.. that was amazing. Absolutely amazing.." Sherlock blushed violently, just realizing he'd said everything out loud. He looked at John and asked, confused,

"You.. you really think so?" John nodded and said,

"Yes! that was amazing! You're absolutely brilliant!" Sherlock blushed violently and said,

"That's not what people usual say." John looked at him and asked,

"What do they usually say?" Sherlock shrugged and said,

"Piss off" John started laughing and Sherlock did the same, then after a few minutes John smiled and suddenly became greatly embarrassed and looked away.

John looked at Sherlock and smiled weakly. He looked at Sherlock and asked, his face blushing with embarrassment.

"Do you want to be friends Sherlock?" Sherlock looked at John and John looked away, his eyes falling to his duffle bag. Sherlock looked at John's embarrassed look and said,

"Yes. You're not as dull-minded and stupid, like the rest of the people at this school, so yes. I'll be 'friends' with you John Watson." John looked up and smiled weakly, then started to get ready for the day's classes.

---Later That Day---

John and Sherlock walked to Math class together, the two boys had every class, except for 2, together. John and Sherlock sat next to each other in the back of the room, Sherlock watching John out of the corners of his eyes.. interested. Sherlock saw John spending most of the class drawing an amazing picture. At the end of class, John was chewing on his pencil eraser, Sherlock slinked over to John's desk and said, his eyes falling to John's embarrassed face and the spectacular drawing.

"What is it?" John looked down, the pencil slipping from his lip from surprise but he handed Sherlock the drawing. It was an amazing drawing of an angel, in a trench coat, wing feathers everywhere, the angel was shining. It was an absolutely beautiful drawing. The wings took up most of the page, the detail was amazing.

(A/N- Yeah, I know the reference! It's cute though so.. there will probably be a lot more SuperWhoLock references)

Sherlock widened his eyes at the picture and John's face went bright crimson.

"Yeah I know it sucks.. Don't rub it in ok?" Sherlock looked at John's red face and said, his eyes still wide.

"Rub it in? John, it's a relatively lovely drawing and compared to some of the art the idiots at this school have created, you should be happy." John raised an eyebrow,

"Sherlock.. was that a compliment?" Sherlock nodded weakly and said,

"Yes.." John smiled at Sherlock, just as the lunch bell rang. John and Sherlock entered the lunchroom and looked around.

John and Sherlock sat next to Greg Lestrade, another rugby player, Sally Donavan, secretly sleeping with Anderson. Anderson, no one knows his first name.. 'probably something stupid and dull' thought Sherlock. Molly Hooper, smart, kind of pretty, madly crushing over Sherlock. Suddenly, the lunchroom doors burst open and 4 men stood in the doorway. John looked up from his good and his face went extremely pale. Sherlock was still watching John, through the corners of his eyes and he say the way John reacted to the 4 men. Sherlock heard John mutter,

"Damn it.. What do those pricks want.?!" The boys walked over to where John and the others were, sat down and said,

"Nice group of friends here Johnny." The leader of the group, tall, black hair that was combed back and a black suit like outfit, started to reach towards John, but to everyone's utter surprise, John grabbed the mans wrist and in a swift, but complicated move, slammed his head into the metal table. Everyone was looking at John, who was pinning the other boys head to the table, but John was so angry, he didn't care. He hissed,

"Stay the hell away from me Moriarty. Got it?" The boy, Moriarty, smirked slightly and John slammed his head into the table again, then stood up and stormed from the lunch room. Everyone looked after John and the boy, Moriarty, stood up and wiped the blood from his nose.

Sherlock went to his next classes, sat next to John, and the entire class period Sherlock drowned out the boring teacher's rambling and focused on John. Sherlock continuously looked at John and noticed he was extremely quiet and worried. Sherlock really wanted to try and be friends with John but.. he didn't exactly know how. The bell rang and John vanished into thin air.

It was the end of the day and John had vanished into thin air, no one had seen him. Sherlock was laying on his bed waiting, thoughts running through his head. It was about 9 o'clock at night and John still hadn't come back to the dorm room. Sherlock looked out the window into the darkness and thought,

'Where's John..?'

Suddenly, the door to the dorm opened quickly and Sherlock turned to see John with a hoodie on, hiding something. Sherlock deduced earlier that John didn't particularly like hoodies. Sherlock sat up and asked,

"John? Are you alright?" John didn't turn to face Sherlock, he just said, his voice deep and hurting.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine. Sorry I'm in late, I was just d-dealing with something." Sherlock walked over and stood behind John, startling him. Sherlock grabbed John's shoulders and spun him around, he then grabbed and pinned John's wrists above his head with one hand. Sherlock took his free hand and pulled off the hood. Sherlock's eyes widened with absolute surprise, shock and fear. Several large cuts were all over john's face, coating most of his face in warm blood. His right eye was swelling up and the visible skin on his arms showed serious defensive wounds. John was looking at Sherlock, his eyes were wide and his heart was beating in his throat. John struggled against Sherlock's iron grip and said, his eyes darting to the side.

"Sherlock.. Let go! It's nothing, let go!!" Sherlock was quiet for several minutes but didn't let go of John's wrists. John kept struggling and practically screamed,

"SHERLOCK! LET GO!" Sherlock pulled John to his bed and said, pushing John onto the bed.

"Don't move John. I'm going to go get the first aid kit." John looked at Sherlock, his eyes wide with surprise but said again, holding his hand to the gash on his cheek,

"Sherlock, it's nothing! Just leave it alone, I'll take care of it myself! Just-" Sherlock cut him off with a death glare and John shut up, he was still extremely angry.

Sherlock burst into the bathroom, he opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed the medium sized first aid kit, then rushed back to John, who was sitting on the bed with his head lowered. Sherlock rushed over, which startled John and causing him to look up.

Sherlock sat next to John and started cleaning the cuts on John's face. John looked at Sherlock, wincing slightly at the pain and said,

"Sherlock, I said I'm fine. Why are you-" Sherlock cut him off saying,

"John, shut up. Shut up, I'm going to clean your wounds and then you're going to tell me what happened." John looked at Sherlock, the confusion visible in his eyes. After several minutes of silence, Sherlock finished up on bandaging his face, then Sherlock looked at John and said, his tone serious and commanded.

"John, your hoodie. Take it off, I need to clean the defensive wounds on your arms." John sighed and pulled off his hoodie, showing the defensive cuts and bruises on his arms, but several cuts near his chest and abdominal area. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at John and John sighed heavily, then pulled off his dirty and slightly blood drenched shirt. Sherlock's eyes widened slightly at John's muscular chest. Sherlock continued to clean and bandaged the cuts. After several minutes of awkward silence, Sherlock finished bandaging John's cuts and other wounds. John looked at Sherlock and said, his voice a loud whisper,

"Thank you Sherlock.." Sherlock nodded and stood up, putting away the first aid kit. Sherlock sat down on John's bed and asked, his eyes falling to the blood that was already seeping through the bandaging.

"What happened?" John sighed and said, looking away from Sherlock.

"You think this is bad.. you should see the other guys.." Sherlock looked at John and John sighed heavily, then said,

"I'm not telling you what happened Sherlock. Just leave it alone." Sherlock narrowed his eyes at John and John just sighed, his head throbbing slightly. After a few minutes of silence, John sighed, walked over and collapsed onto his bed, his eyes piercing the ceiling. Sherlock looked at John and said, his eyes falling to John's injured chest. John looked at Sherlock and shot up, pulling on a t-shirt and mumbling,

"Sorry.." Sherlock blushed violently and stuttered,

"Ahh.. n-no. it's alright.."

Sherlock looked at John then asked,

"The men, from the cafeteria, they're the ones that attacked you?" John looked at Sherlock and said,

"Maybe." Sherlock looked at John and raised his eyebrow then said again, his voice a lot more cold and commanding,

"Are they the ones that attacked you?" John sighed and nodded,

"Yeah. Wait, why do you care?" Sherlock pulled out his phone and started to text, John sat up quickly and said, worried and confused,

"Sherlock, what are you doing?!" Sherlock didn't look up with his phone, he just said,

"Taking care of the problem." John stood and grabbed Sherlocks wrist tightly, he said,

"Sherlock, don't. I got beat up, don't make it your problem." Sherlock looked at his blonde friend, surprised and in utter shock,

"Wh-What? J-John, I-" John cut him off and said again, then let go of Sherlocks wrist,

"Don't burden yourself with my problems. I got beat up, so what?! You're you, you don't need to be burdening yourself with my 'petty' problems! Just leave it alone!" Sherlock looked at the smaller man, utterly surprised and shocked, but he nodded and snapped his phone shut. He'd text Mycroft later. John swallowed weakly and walked back to his bed. He collapsed onto his bed again, absolutely exhausted. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Sherlock watched as John fell asleep, a smile creeped onto his face slightly. Sherlock asked quietly, making sure John was actually asleep.

"John? You awake?" John didn't even stir so Sherlock pulled out his phone and began to text again.

Mycroft,

I need some help.

SH

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What is it, dear brother?

MH

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I need some information on some people. It has to do with my new friend, John Watson.

SH

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Friend?! He actually wants to be your friend or did you so something stupid, like drug him?

MH

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Shut up Mycroft. Just help me with this, he got beaten up.

SH

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Oh, well then. What do you need?

MH

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Information. I have one name. Moriarty.

SH

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Mycroft didn't answer so Sherlock rolled his eyes and muttered,

"Mycroft.. you prick." Suddenly, Mycroft answered,

Keep Watson away from Moriarty. I'll put a detail on him for a while, just keep him away from that psychopath. I'll explain it next time we meet, just keep Mr. Watson as far from him as possible.

MH

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and texted back,

I'll try my best. Why would this Moriarty attack John?

SH

Just keep Watson as safe as possible. I'll explain everything to you soon.

MH

Sherlock raised an eyebrow again but clicked the phone screen off, plugged it into the charger and rolled onto his side. Sherlock looked down at the end of his bed and watched as John had one of the nightmares that riddled John since the day they started at the university. John tossed and turned, he was sweating a lot. This nightmare might have been the worse ones John had ever been in. He was trashing and wincing loudly.

"Ahh.. agh! Ah.." John made several more pained and injuries noises, Sherlock felt bad for some reason. He stood up and walked over to johns bed, he watched as John trashed a bit more. He walked to the bathroom, grabbed a cloth and wet it in the sink and walked back to John, careful to keep his motions quick and silent. He dabbed at johns forehead with the cloth for a few hours, then John settled down and Sherlock returned to his own bed.