No Conditions (Johnlock)

Prologue

(A/N Sorry, it's a day late, but here it is! The new Teen!Lock fanfic. Enjoy!)

 John stares out the window at the passing grasses waving in the wind, but blurring with how fast the car is moving. Checking his phone, they've been driving for 5 and a half hours. That means they should be there soon. His mom sits asleep in the front seat, his dad driving, and his sister is asleep next to him in the back. The buildings in the distance come closer as his new life approaches and soon they are in London. When they pull into a driveway and shut the car off for the first time in 6 hours, John stretches his arms and is eager to stand. 

Stepping out of the vehicle, the heat hits him like a sack of potatoes, and he almost loses his balance from the drastic difference in temperature from the nice air conditioned car to the blazing sun.

Harry steps out beside him and stretches, oblivious to the blazing heat.

"I wonder if there are any hot lesbians on this street." She scratches her neck then turns to John. "I bet there are some pretty hot gay dudes." She winks at him and he elbows her.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Homosexuality is not genetic! You may be gay, but I'm not!" He pushes his glasses farther up his sweaty nose and brushes his hair back to it's designated side.

Harry rolls her eyes and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever you say baby brother." She skips into the new house, and when his dad roughly guides him inside, he has no choice but to follow.

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Sherlock stares out the window of the bus, his tattooed hands folded in his lap. He can't show that he's nervous because to everyone he seems like the tough guy, the punk, the one who amounts to nothing.

He keeps the tough look on his face, but he feels the tears pressing behind his eyes as he thinks about his family back home. The family that abandoned him for who he is. Criticised, hated and spat on him for liking the same sex as himself, the family who kicked him out.

As London comes closer, the tall buildings in the distance suddenly become his reality, his new home.

His furrows his brow more, looking more menacing. Pulling a cigarette from his pocket he lights it on the bus, receiving disapproving stares from everyone.

"Can you please put that away?" A middle aged woman demands and he looks at her angrily before blowing the smoke in her direction.

Slouching in the uncomfortable bus seat and looking back out the window, he takes another drag and forces all the feelings back down.

He's not worthless, he's not stupid. He's actually in AP honours everything, but no one cares. His family didn't these strangers don't nobody does. He doesn't even care. After being told for years that he's worthless, stupid, gay, fag, he believes all the lies.

Sherlock steps out of the bus at the next stop, pulling his bag over his shoulder. He walks for a couple miles until he approaches that abandoned house that his dealer told him about, and he moves around to the back to bust open the boards that close the house.It surrounded by other druggies, on the dark side of town. He didn't even know that the bus came around this way, but apparently it does. Inspecting his face in the broken mirror, he admires his many tattoos and scars and smiles before beginning to make the abandoned shack livable. 

It's dusty, abandoned and a perfect place for a nobody like him. Placing his bag on the ground, he begins making the place livable, finding a musty old mattress and sweeping all the dust away.

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Both boys lay on their beds and stare at the ceiling, dreading the week ahead. The first week of the school that they are both enrolled in. The huge, public high school where all the assholes are. The people who love to torment others because of their own insecurities. Beat students who are different than them until they are bloodied and can't breath. And because of the education's justice system, the bullies get away with it. Every. Time. 

A tear falls down Sherlock's cheek and he quickly wipes it away.

John sits up in bed and removes his glasses, rubbing his eyes, wishing it would all go away. 

Sherlock endures the unbearable silence that is his new life. 

John wishes his sister would stop knocking on his door and that his parents would stop fighting. They just moved in for God's sake! 

Both boys silently cry.