It's been few weeks since John's ecounter with Sherlock.

And two months into finals.

Being a good-naturedly 'goody-two-shoes', John spent almost all of his days locked in his dorm working on essays and questionaires, almost driving his roommate mad.

"Are you bloody insane John? You can't lock yourself up like this!"

"I don't. Infact, I am studying for the big exams you see."

"That's in two months, Watson! Two bloody months! Get some fresh air will you?" Greg cried out in frustation, nearly tearing the pillow he's holding into halves.

John shrugged, his gaze not leaving the papers pinned beneath his elbow.

"I like to be prepared."

"You're going to be a bloody hermit, John."

John hummed calmly, not really paying attention to his roommate.

"Lestrade, if you wanted to leave for another date, I won't mind it. I don't need you to babysit me."

"Well I sure as hell won't leave you here." Greg said, rolling his eyes.

"I can take care of myself perfectly well, Lestrade."

"Yeah like the last time you bloody skipped two meals course."

"It's not like I'm going to die over that." John said, groaning as he pinched the gap between his forehead.

It's bad enough to struggle memorizing the latin names for every plants and animals, but to also listen to Greg's rants? Infuriating.

"Any minute and that book would've torn into halves."
John's breath hitched as he snapped his head up. Looking towards the window and there he is..

Sherlock. Sitting on the edge of the window.

Out of the corner of his eyes, John could see Greg was also in shock as he reached for his cricket batter.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"One question at a time, Lestrade." The boy said nonchalantly, swooping into their room as if it was nothing.

"How in the bloody hell did you get my name?!" Lestrade seethed, his voice dripping with frustation, one that John's familiar with.

Sherlock gave him an increduled yet also blank look.

"Written on your batter like a bloody pamphlet. And I already know that he," He glanced at John. "Is John. S'pposed you are G. Lestrade. No?"

Greg let out mutters and few well choosen cuss words as he set the batter down. Looking at John expectantly.

"You know 'im?"

"Yes. This is Sherlock Holmes,  he helped me few.. weeks ago." John said as he settled his textbook back into his drawers. Tidying up his messed up table.

"Speaking of, why are you here Sherlock?" John asked.

Sherlock shrugged.
"I'm bored." He said nonchalantly.

"Wait wait. You're telling me you break into London's most prestigious school and into our room just because you're bored?" Greg said with unconcealed surprise.

"Yes."

John felt a bit upset. And here he thought Sherlock came because he wanted to see him.

Not that it's important. Greg did has a point, a Noble won't befriends with a Commoner without a reason.

"But I do wanted to see John. Checking out his condition after being battered up against Channing."
It was when John's eyes caught Sherlock's. The latter's face was still void of any emotions, yet his usually empty eyes are tinged with,-dare he to say-, genuine concern.

"Against- who?!"
John winced at Greg's loud voice, the cricket prodigy was now glaring at him with accusing eyes. One that speaks 'Tell-me-who-hurts-you-and-I'll-punch-them-in-the-face'.

Typical Greg.

"It doesn't matter." John said at the ame time Sherlock spoke,

"Channing. Do put yourself at ease Lestrade, you looked like you are going to hit someone."

"I am." Greg growled, stomping off to their door which made John quickly inserted himself in his way.

"Move John."

"Greg, please. You didn't think this clearly-"

"Sure as bloody hell I am! I'm not letting some guy just bullies you whenever he wanted just because he's a Noble." With that, Greg shoved John out from his way.

John watched his friend left with pure horror and quickly scrambled off. Grabbing his coat, even forgetting the fact that Sherlock is in the room.

"Greg!" John shouted at his fuming friend, running to keep up with the cricketeer's sprint.

"Greg stop! Please! Greg!"

"Channing!" Greg hollered, his loud voice echoing the halls as few student peeked out from their rooms, wandering what's happening.

John was nearly caught up with him when the devil himself showed up. Putting John in a stuttering halt.

"Trash. What do you want." Channing snarked, his goons laughing behind him as he sneered at Greg. Who, despite being shorter good few inches and smaller than Channing's belly pot, stood tall and glaring.

Before Greg could continue however, a voice rang out. One that sends shiver through John's spine.

"What is going on?!"

The Headmaster.

John paled. Greg and he are done for good by now. The Headmaster was very close to Channing's family, and he was not fond of scholarship students, either.

They are going to be kicked out.

John knew of it when he sees Channing whispering to the Headmaster's ears. They both sneered and cackled, as John struggled to held back Lestrade.

He didn't want to get into deeper trouble.

Greg and him then shared a look. Greg looked devastated and frustated, he wanted to stand up for the both of them, yet doing so would make the matter's worse.

They are Commoners afterall.

"You two return to your homes. You are no longer accepted in this school." The Headmaster said.

Greg snapped.

"That is not fair!-"

"Life is never fair."

"But he-"

"Did you not hear what I said?!" The Headmaster yelled, gaining attention from all of the students surrounding them.

Greg gritted his teeth. Both of the scholarship students are angry- no, furious.

Is it that easy to lose all their hardwork, all their dreams?

But the Headmaster's word is final. And so with heavy hearts, the both of them turned to return to their room. Not after John squeezed Greg's shoulder in forgiveness as the latter glared at Channing. Whom snickering and sticking out his tongue.

"I ordered them to stay in this school."

John froze. He turned around to find himself staring at the back of Sherlock. The taller boy was standing firmly with his gaze casted at the flabbergasted Headmaster.

The Headmaster stuttered,
"Wha-what? Who-"

"I ordered them to stay in this school and continue their studies peacefully. Also without any bothers." Sherlock continued. His tone was cold.

"Hah! Under what authority are you commanding me? I am the Headmaster!"

By now John was staring at Sherlock nervously. Yet the boy stood still. And slightly as Sherlock glanced back at John, he thought he saw Sherlock winking at him.

"You are just a Commoner!"

"Yeah trash!" Channing joined in. Cackling.

" 'Under what authority', you asked?" Sherlock said. A grin formed on his face.

"Y-yea! You can't just tell us, Nobles, what to do!" The Headmaster said, though he looked nervous and sweating.

"Then how about this," Sherlock then took out an amulet from his coat, and he dangled it infront of him so that everyone can see.

John gasped.

Beside him, Greg took a sharp breath.

The Headmaster paled.

Channing gaped.

Whispers covered the halls.

Because what Sherlock is holding, is a round cooper amulet, of a logo John often saw.

A logo of the Holmes residence.

A Noble family.

And the second hand of the Queen.

"Under my authority." Sherlock whispered, grinning.

Aaaaaaaannddd here we go! Whoo. Now John knows that Sherlock is a Noble. That and it means perhaps later he would know our lil's Sherlock's dirty little secret...(ahemhesagirlahem).

Nyehehehe.

I am currently rewatching Sherlock and I feel bad because I put that one moment when Sherlock threw that guy out of the window on loop, and laughed so much. But oh well, I supposed we all feel the same with Sherlock at that moment.

Lestrade : Exactly how many times he fell out of the window?

Sherlock : It all happened in blur, I lost count.

Sassy Sherlock is my favorite child. Ha.

'Till later!