Everyone is a Gleek at heart including Jim Moriarty
I understand I am touching on a very delicate subject here. I apologise if the nature of this fanfiction offends or upsets you. This is written purely in respect of a very talented actor who left us much too early. I write this in the hopes of bringing a smile to the face of all the crying Gleeks out there mourning the loss of a man who has become our friend. Rest in Peace Cory Monteith.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock or Glee in any way, shape or form.
"In other news. Glee fans everywhere are mourning the death of Actor Cory Monteith who played the lead role of Finn Hudson in the show. The thirty one year old was found dead in his hotel room in Vancouver from mixed drugs toxicity caused by heroin and alcohol. It was known that Monteith had received treatment for substance abuse in April and was…"
A loud smash and the sound of breaking glass brought Seb running into the room. The sight he found shook him to his core. Jim Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime, the most dangerous man in London, his Boss, was sobbing into the couch cushions. Seb scanned the room and found the source of the noise. Jim, in his tear induced rage, had thrown his cup of tea into the 40'' LCD TV closely followed by a designer lamp and one of his shoes.
As Moran moved towards him, Jim's head shot up and he gazed at his sniper's face. "Why?" He croaked, "he was too young, it isn't fair!" He sobbed, his voice breaking. Seb was shocked, he'd never seen Jim act this way. He hovered over the broken man, unsure of what to do. Angry Jim, happy Jim, even murderous Jim he could deal with. Not weepy, broken Jim. Frankly, this scared him more than when he was threatening to burn the flat down.
All of a sudden Jim leapt off the sofa and ran to the kitchen. Fearing Jim had suddenly switched from 'weepy' to 'suicidal' Seb followed. He watched as Jim headed straight for the wine cabinet, chucking several bottles of the very expensive stuff across the kitchen (three of which Seb caught) before reaching Seb's supply of whisky. He grabbed the two fullest and a half bottle of vodka before disappearing into his room saying, "don't bother me *hic* unless the Iceman melts or *hic* I can't call Sherlock *hic* Virgin anymore."
Seb sighed and went to his own room. He took a sleeping bag, a couple of pillows and a book and camped out by the door to his Boss's room. He knew it was useless trying to talk to a drunk Jim so the best thing to do was to wait for him to pass out before doing anything. "Hi Molly. It's Jim. Did you hear *hic* about Finn?" Seb sighed, it had to be bad for him to be phoning Molly the forensic cat lady. Twenty minutes later Jim burst out of the room and grabbed his laptop and work phone off the kitchen table muttering something about "teaching those Canadians a lesson."
Two days later, all the drug dealers in Vancouver were dead. The day after that, so was Justin Bieber. Jim had always hated that episode.
I throw myself onto the flames of your reviews. Insensitive, crude, I can take the hate. Know that I did it out of love. Wolfie