The War Begins

Sherlock:

{⚠️Slight abuse warning!⚠️}

Sherlock laid on his bed for what seemed like hours, thinking over these newfound feelings for John Watson. Why didn't he make any sense?! Everything was laid out in front of Sherlock, John's problems and issues, his past, his family, everything and yet, it was like sherlock knew nothing about him.

John was like a puzzle with pieces that didn't fit, a book with its chapters out of order in every which way, a room with thousand of doors and windows, but with no way out. Why wasn't he like everyone else, why wasn't he obvious and ordinary?! John stirred and sherlock got an idea. He stood up gracefully, and silently walked over to the sleeping blonde. Sherlock looked John over and began to try and deduce him more clearly. John was wearing a white tank top, which hugged his muscular rugby body quite nicely, but that's when Sherlock noticed the scars, the faint and faded bruises. Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly and inched closer. The bruises were made by someone with exceptionally large hands, so that rules out rugby games and practices. The bruises were made clumsily, so the person was drunk. Sherlock remember back to about a month ago, he'd asked, out of awkward curtsy, how John's week long school break had been, then he'd pointed out a large bruise on John's chest and ribcage, John had cringed and not answered. Let's see.. The bruising obviously happened during break.. large hands, male obviously, the bruising had accrued when the other male was drunk, relatively larger than John so who-

Sherlock cut himself off with that thought.

John's father...

Sherlock swallowed harshly, his mind abuzz now. How had he not seen it before?! the way John cringed slightly whenever someone asked him about his family or his vacations! How had Sherlock not noticed?! Sherlock was getting a headache now, thinking of what to do when John woke up. Sherlock knew he should talk to John about it, see if he could do something to help his blonde friend. Sherlock looked down at the sleeping blonde and sighed heavily. His best friend, hell his only friend was hurting and Sherlock, for once, didn't know what to do. Sherlock sighed again, this time causing John to stir. Sherlock rested his hand on John's upper arm, earning an extremely weak, unconscious wince of pain. Sherlock looked away and moved his hand, he slowly and gracefully moved John's short sleeve up a bit, revealing a nasty black and purple, obviously fresh, bruise littering from John's shoulder to the middle of his upper arm. Sherlock swallowed harshly and carefully pulled the shirt sleeve down, then returned to his bed, forgetting his original plan for John, and thought about what he was going to say to john when the blonde woke up.

John:

John opened his eyes slowly, still in a dull and fuzzy fog of sleep, his bruises sent a dull buzz through his body. He rolled over and his eyes immediately fell onto the small hedgehog on his nightstand. He smiled weakly and stretched, then stood up and pulled off his T-shirt, unaware of sherlock, who was watching him intently. John pulled off his shirt and stretched again, the bruises were fading and some were nothing more than blotchy yellow stain like things littering his chest, ribcage and stomach. He winced slightly, the bruises still hurt, a quick flash back of his drunken father pushing him to the ground and kicking him repeatedly danced behind John's eyes, causing him to involuntarily flinch away from nothing. John sighed and grabbed a towel and some clean clothes, then headed to the bathroom, the door snapping shut behind him.

John pulled his trousers and pants down, tossing them aside as he climbed into the shower stall. He turned on the water, a quick burst of ice cold water woke up John's body even more, or more accurately, the water woke up his injuries fully. John showered quickly, all of the students had lessons today. John dried off and pulled on the clean pants and black trousers, he pulled on a clean white button up shirt, leaving the first 2 buttons undone, and then he pulled on a short sleeved black sweater. The sleeves hid the bruises on John's arms quite nicely, if he could say so himself. John grabbed the towel and dried his hair quickly, the still damp golden hair stuck up on ends.

John tossed the wet towel into a basket in the corner then exited the bathroom, only to see Sherlock in the same spot. John sighed weakly, then grabbed his bag and said,

"I'm going to the lessons. Come if you want to." And with that, John was out the door.

Sherlock:

The bruises on John's body were older, a few weeks at least. How long had this been going on, why did it take so long for sherlock to notice?! Ugh, sentiment, feeling, emotions..

'Not my area..' Sherlock thought numbly. Sherlock rolled over and sighed again as he heard the front door shut rather loudly. Had he really been in his mind palace the entire time John was showering? The brunette could dainty remember John saying something about coming and going to today's lessons.

Maybe.. if he got too bored. Sherlock closed his eyes, steeled his heads under his chin in a prayer motion and returned to his mind palace, trying to unravel the mystery that was John Watson.

Fast forward- About an hour or so later, it's an hour long break in between classes.

John:

John sighed and leaned against the buildings wall, today's lessons were excruciatingly boring. John smiled a bit, he sounded a wee bit like sherlock. John sighed again and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back to the building with a weak thud. John was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't hear someone walk up to him, he didn't even acknowledge them until he felt their hot breath on his neck. John's eyes shot open and he was greeted with the large chocolate brown eyes of one James Moriarty. John took in the situation quickly, considering he and james were about the same height, more or less, james was leaning forward slightly so his face was uncomfortably close to John's, one of his suited arms planted on the wall just above John's right shoulder. John narrowed his eyes and practically hissed,

"James." Jim grinned and said, his voice slightly high pitched and sing-song,

"Oh Johnny, please, call me Jim." John grit his teeth, and asked,

"James. What do you want?" Jim chuckled and said, moving his free hand to rest on John's neck.

"You know exactly what I want, Johnny.. You. It's chemistry, you want me, you just don't know it. And I most definitely want you." John scoffed and said,

"James, you're a terrible liar." Jim narrowed his eyes at this, but he leaned forward, his lips now touching John's ear,

"What are you talking about, love?" John grit his teeth and said, matter-of-factually, as of if it were the most obvious thing ever,

"The only reason you're interested in me is because you're trying to get to sherlock. If you want to get to sherlock, go to Sherlock. Don't drag me through the mud, just so you can prove a point. So, what. Do. You. Want?" Jim seemed taken back by John's words, but he almost immediately regained his composure, moving his hand to grab John's chin and lift his head to the blonde had no choice but to listen to jim. Jim grinned slightly and said,

"Johnny, I may be interested in your friend, but.. You. You-Johnny boy Watson- are extremely different. You aren't ordinary or boring or even slightly dull. You are interesting. And I. Want. You. So, johnny, rid your mind of all those annoying thoughts, I want you. I want you and you're mine. Mine." Jim leaned forward and pressed his lips to John's, earning a gasped yelp from the blonde. Jim grinned and crammed his tongue into John's mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, just for the fun of it, Jim bit down on John's bottom lip, bruising and marking him.

John didn't know what do do right now.

James Moriarty was kissing him.

John didn't react, he just grabbed Jims shoulders and very forcibly pushed him off. John wiped lips, wincing when he felt the new bruise.

"Dammit James!" Jim grinned and skipped forward, pecked John's flushed and embarrassed cheeks, then sautéed off, grinning and yelling out,

"See you soon, Johnny!"

John watched as Jim disappeared behind a building corner, then he winced again and felt his bottom lip, which Jim had bitten so hard it was now bleeding. It didn't look like a bite mark though, it looked like John had gotten punched in the mouth, the bruise near the cut could help that story.

'Damn Jim, anyone asks why my lips bleeding, it looks like I got punched, not kissed. Smug bastard.'

John sighed, wiped the blood from his chin and grabbed his previously forgotten backpack. He sighed and walked to his history class, then plopped down next to Gregory Lestrade and Molly Hooper, who immediately noticed the bruising and the blood. John let his head hit his desk with a thick thud, his eyes closed and his mind racing. Half way through the class, Greg prodded John with a ruler, causing the blondes eyes to flutter open tiredly. He looked at greg, eyebrow raised as if asking, 'what?' Greg motioned towards his own lip and chin, asking

'What the hell happened to you?' John chuckled weakly and waved his hand around, saying 'nothing.' John turned and looked over at the teacher, who was writing some stupid time line on the whiteboard. He could feel blood from his bottom lip dripping onto his desk. He wiped it away quickly, and the minute the bell rang, John shot up, grabbing his bag and disappearing out the door before anyone else was even out of their seats and before the teacher even turned around.

It was lunchtime now, so greg walked to the cafeteria and sat down with Irene Adler, Molly Hooper, Phillip Anderson, Sally Donavan and a few others when after a few minutes, John appeared, dropped his bag and flat out slammed his head into the metal table, his head making an extremely thick and meaty thud, startling everyone. Everyone looked at John and Irene asked,

"What the hell happened to you, blondie?" John lifted his head and showed his face, startling everyone even more, the bruising had gotten worse and a thin stream of blood was dancing down his chin. John practically hissed,

''Shut the hell up Adler. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." Everyone backed away in their chairs, John was NEVER like this. Even if he was visibly distressed and visibly angry, he always spoke with kindness in his voice.

Not today obviously.

John groaned and stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder while he did so and brushed past everyone, probably going back to his dorm.

John opened his dorm room door, only to see that Sherlock hadn't moved all morning. John sighed and threw his bag across the room, it hit the wall with an extremely loud and thick thud, startling sherlock. John walks to the bathroom and looked at the bruising around his lip. It'd stopped bleeding but it was an exquisite bright purple and blue, tinged with blood red and a tinted black. John sighed and pulled his cream jumper off and collapsed onto his bed, facing Sherlock, falling into a dreamless, stress induced sleep.

Sherlock looked up just as John's body hit his bed, sherlock began to look over the blonde. He was back early.. something happened.

Sherlocks eyes immediately fell on the bruising around his lip.

It's too cornered to be from a punch.. and John doesn't get into fights unless he has too. It's around his bottom lip, so someone-

Sherlock immediately realized what had happened.

Jim Moriarty happened.

Jim Moriarty.

Jim. Motiarty.

Sherlock grit his teeth angrily.

So then james.. The war has begun. The war from John Watsons heart and companionship, His light and loyalty. Very well.

Sherlock shot up from his bed, quickly changing into a blue button up shirt, black trousers and black leather, he grabbed his suit jacket and pulled it on, then pulled on his thick overcoat, leaned over John's bed and very quickly, rather clumsily and rather inexperienced, kissed John's forehead then disappeared out of the dorm room, slightly ashamed at his sentimental move.

Still. It was rather nice.

Sherlock smiled and continued down the dormitory halls, with one intention.

Tell James Moriarty to back the fuck off.

[sorry for the cursing. If you don't like it, I deeply apologize but come on! Sherlocks being protective, assertive and ahh!! Sorry for the delayed updates!! I'll try to update more often!]

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