This is my first attempt on doing a teen!lock piece, and a Johnlock piece. Well, I think it might be a Johnlock piece. This was an idea that I thought of an hour ago and had to type it so I wouldn't forget it. So enjoy! Feel free to review and tell me where I might have screwed up :)

It wasn't a day that John Watson was looking forward to, in fact, he wished that the days to come never existed at all. Considering he was in a much safer place, he wished life would just return back to normal. Starting at a new school in his last year was the most difficult thing he has done in his life, he had to leave his friends behind, he had to catch up with schoolwork; this made him feel useless. This was why he wasn't enthusiastic on waking up for school; no matter how much his mother shouted in his ear, he refused to leave his bed.

"John, this is your last year until you go to college. Can you try and be a bit more useful and get ready-"

"No."

"-get changed,"

"No."

"Get up or I'll get a bucket of-"

"FINE!" Lazily, he got out of bed, put on his uniform, grabbed his bag and headed downstairs towards the kitchen. The kitchen table was occupied by his father, mother and sister, who were happily eating their breakfast, not noticing that he entered the room. Both his parents were engaged in a conversation about John's first day, his sister not paying much attention and was more interested in what was on the television.

"You have 50 minutes until school starts, you can't stay long," said his mother as she passed him a piece of toast, "Worst thing to do is be late for school on your first day."

"Just remember to be yourself." said his father as he patted his son on the back, still engulfed by the newspaper.

"That must be the worst advice you've ever given someone." said his sister, Harry. All three laughed briefly before returning to their breakfast, completely ignoring John's presence. Sighing to himself, he walked towards the front door and headed outside into the autumn weather.

There were no buses available near where he lived, so-even with his bad leg-he had to walk to school; 45 minutes there and back. The weather was pouring heavily with rain, splashing into the already formed puddles that emerged in the holes in the pavement.. Closing the front door behind him, he swung his bag onto his shoulder, turned on his iPod and headed started to walk out of his front garden and into the big world in front of him.

The sounds of the morning traffic drowned out as music was blasted through his ears, eyes kept straight on, not turning anywhere else. Teenagers walked in front and behind him in completely different uniforms. There were many schools in the area, but his parents choose to send him to Lakemere High School. They visited before his first day, so they could get a chance to look around. It was fairly large, modern and two stories high, in the heart of the town centre. Surrounded by warehouses and apartments, it blended in with the rest. Each building reached towards the clouds as they grouped aside roads and pavements.

Rain hit his head and shoulders, no matter how fast or slow he walked. Rummaging through his pockets for his phone, he checked the time. It was 8:10am, he had been walking for exactly 30 minutes and it still felt like he was miles away, mind you, he wasn't really paying attention to time.

It wasn't until it turned 25 past 8 that he realised that he was nowhere near his school. He was lost. Turning his head all around, he couldn't find anyone with the same uniform as him. There was no one to ask directions for, he started to panic. He couldn't even trace his footsteps, his couldn't think straight, the pain in his leg grew worse as he struggled to walk. Rain grew violent and soaked his uniform until it reached his skin. Out of nowhere, a figure appeared to walk past him, they were wearing a uniform; it looked like they were going to the same school as him.

"EXCUSE ME?" he called to the figure as he limped towards them, headphones leaving his ears and dragged along behind him, "EXCUSE ME!"

The figure stopped and turned around to face who was calling him, it wasn't until he turned around that John actually got to look at his uniform. Judging by the look of the teenager, John understood that they were likely the same age. Black hair curled and swooped over his eyes, cheekbones so high that they nearly reached his heather grey eyes. His posture was well straight and just like him, he was soaked by the rain. The man gave John a stern look as if he had insulted him.

"What?" he asked, now and then checking the time on his watch.

"Um, do you know where Lakemere High School is?"

"Yes." he turned and continued to walk in the direction he was going.

"Wait!" John ran after him and grabbed him by his upper arm, turning him back round again. He jumped at the sudden jump and looked at John with disgust.

"What now?" he asked impatiently, shifting side to side to keep warm.

"I'm new here and lost the way, can you tell me which way it is?"

"Do you know where the supermarket is?"

"No, which-"

"Well, do you know where the library is?"

"No.

"For the love of-"he pinched the bridge of his nose and suppressed his eyes together, "Do you know where Angelo's is?

"Who's Angelo?"

"Look, If I take you there, will you remember which way you're going next time and leave me alone for the future?"

"Don't you have to get to school?"

"They'll survive without me."John didn't need to think twice, the rain looked like it wasn't going to stop and getting lost in a place he didn't know was the last thing he wanted. Looking at the tempered man in front of him, he slowly nodded and started to follow-who was already walking the opposite direction- the impatient man in front of him.

"I'm John by the way," he said, quickly catching up with him, "John Watson."

"Sherlock," he held out his hand for the other to accept, "Sherlock Holmes."