Thanks to OfTardisesAngelsandScarves for beta reading!
"What does it mean, 'The flight is cancelled'?!"
Sebastian wearily knitted his brow.
"Not 'the flight'. All the flights in Europe are. You aren't the hub of the universe."
"Yes I am! They're all cancelled?! What the hell is going on?!"
"Eyjafjallajökull. The Icelandic volcano. Shut u- I mean, chill out."
For a few seconds, Jim stared at Seb hypnotically; the damn German's ability of pronouncing unpronounceable words always shocked him. Then, he walked to the computer room. Sebastian was sure Jim would vent his anger at the volcano by hacking the sites of all the travel companies he could find.
After a couple of hours, Moriarty's hacking inspiration was exhausted and he dragged himself over to Seb for consolation and a hug. Moran knew, better than anyone, that even The World's Evil would calm down if you scratched his head. And if Jim calms down, he will let Sebastian relax. In this way, the head always was scratched properly.
The Evil was lying on the sofa, curled up with his head on Sebastian's knees, and they were slowly speaking. There was no subject, only not to be silent.
"You will just be here for another couple of days, a week at most. So what? Is it trouble?"
"Another couple of days isn't…" Jim muttered, almost falling asleep under the gentle hands and not caring what he was saying. "What will turn out? All my plans collapsed because of a damn volcano. Very big pla-yeah, scratch here, a little more. I wanted… What did I want? I need to have conquered two or three countries by this weekend. The Visa policies there are too strict, I bothered with bribes too much. And here, please, yeeees… By the way, how do you pronounce all these fyucudles? I thought it was absolutely impossible if your tongue isn't knotted…"
"Just now, you offended about one third of a million people."
"Doesn't matter, it's nothing… But really, explain to me how you can live on a street named Nu… ern… berg… s-t-rasse? How can anybody live in a country where all names are so terrible?"
"Nürnbergerstraße," Sebastian articulated, "you missed a syllable."
"Fuck you, know-it-all…"
Then happened a wonder: Moriarty softly laughed. Yes, there were days when he was neither hee-hawing at the top of his voice nor cackling darkly thinking about some villainous ideas, but just smiling peacefully and looking almost like a human. Moran was absolutely sure that the entire world must celebrate these days because in moments like this the world can be sure that it won't explode any second.
The conversation stopped, and Seb continued it in his mind.
Jim, Jim…
"To have conquered some countries by this weekend"… You don't like my home street; you don't like my home city. I hardly got this flat but you just turn up your nose. Why don't I care? Look, let's unite all European countries under one flag. I don't even mind if that will be the flag of UK.
Just don't leave.