I've decided to give a fandom other than SPN a try. I recently found this ship on Tumblr and I had to write about them. I hope you like it. The chapters will be short-ish because I will be able to post more frequently that way and keep it moving along at a better pace. (Or at least I hope so.) I own nothing but the storyline. Enjoy!

As the limo sped down the highway toward his high school, Jim Moriarty checked his email for the tenth time on his phone. There was nothing new to see but it was better than sitting and talking with his father.

The cab was silent. Just as it always was. Mother insisted that his father ride with him to school, bonding time she called it. The most bonding they'd done since she ordered this was exchange friendly hellos and small talk about the weather. Cold and rainy, normal for England; especially in November. Winter would be here soon, snow would make these dreaded rides longer than they already were. Jim wasn't sure he'd be able to survive them.

Perhaps they would be more enjoyable if his dad was interesting. Alas, Jim had been cursed with a coward for a father. What his mother saw in him Jim would never understand. He couldn't even believe he was related to him. Honestly it was embarrassing to be seen with him. The son of one of the most influential women in all of London and her trophy husband. His father may have been a powerful lawyer but he wasn't well known. Not like his leader of a mother. She ran many businesses, not all of them legal. She said one day Jim would grow up to own them and expand their investments. It was his goal in life and so he worked hard in school despite the fact that it all came easily to him.

Honestly, the professors could at least try to make it challenging! They were embarrassing themselves when a seventeen year old was smarter than them. The idiots!

Time passed faster when the driver turned onto the dirt hard packed road that led to his school. Jim admired the well manicured lawns as they passed. The gardeners really did do a good job. The trees and gardens were all drying of course but still looked lovely. He could see students milling about already. Some of them really did try too hard. Instead he focused on the interesting part of the school. The beauty of the gardens wouldn't last much longer. Trees were starting to lose their brilliant colours of fall. He loved seeing the dead trees; they were most beautiful at this point. All afire and dropping the foliage.

His car stopped at the front doors of the looming building and Jim jumped out instantly. His father called a goodbye but Jim ignored him, he refused to acknowledge people below him. This was probably why he didn't have many friends at the school, meaning he truly had none. In all honestly Jim didn't see the reason for friends. Employees, minions maybe. Allies even but friends only made people care. Caring was a weakness. Jim didn't have friends, no one was equal enough to his status and he wouldn't be friends with peasants.

The one person who could possibly be his equal was the stuck up Holmes boy. He matched Jim in intelligence, but that's where it ended. Jim had much higher status than Sherlock Holmes. Despite that Jim made a point of learning all he could about the private boy. Know thy enemy. It had become a small obsession of his. The Holmes boy had started it all. Jim now knew everything there was to know about everyone in the school. Observing, bribing, and determining which sources of gossip were reliable. Any source of information he could find.

It was the only part of his day he enjoyed. It made school somewhat entertaining, dealing with the morons bearable.

Most people ignored him and that was perfectly okay with him. He couldn't bear to talk with someone who couldn't keep up with his brain. Being alone was much nicer. Jim didn't need to communicate with brain dead apes.

People swarmed around the halls as Jim walked to his locker. The marble floor reflected the fancy lights fixtures above him. Columns of marble held the ornate ceiling from crushing them and if he looked up he'd see people walking up in the balconies and stairwells of the floors above. Close to one thousand students attended this school. All of them from rich, influential families and all of them with secrets and scandals to satisfy his curious mind. Nothing was safe from Jim Moriarty.

His locker came into view and Jim groaned inwardly. One of the worst morons at the school stood in front of his locker. Again. Honestly the boy needed to get a life.

Raising himself up to his full height, Jim strode forward. He cleared his throat as he reached his locker. The boy turned his head lazily to look down on Jim. The boy was a good foot taller than Jim. He had dark blonde hair and dark blue eyes to match. His full lips always had a lazy smile on them with a hint of annoyance. He arched an eyebrow at Jim but said nothing. He didn't need to; they had this conversation almost every morning.

Jim put on an annoyed smirk and said "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were obsessed with me Moran."

Sebastian Moran rolled his eyes and stood up straight "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He laughed softly as Jim's face turned angry "Calm down, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Moran glanced down the hall and checked his watch "Believe it or not I'm waiting for someone Moriarty. We meet here, their locker is right there." He gestured to the locker beside Jim's. "Just so happens yours is here as well."

Ignoring the idiot, Jim pushed past him and went to his locker. He gathered his books and went to leave but found his path blocked by a shy looking girl and a tall menacing girl who looked like she squashed men for a living with her stilettos. Jim glanced to his left to see Moran standing there with another guy, hand in hand. They weren't paying attention to him and so Jim turned his gaze back to the two girls.

"Can I help you?" He asked, leaning against his locker. This might take awhile.

The shy girl was pushed forward by the tall girl. Jim studied them for a few moments and smiled. He knew them, of course he knew them. He knew everyone. The shy girl was Molly Hooper, they had bio together fourth block. Nice girl, if a little naive. The tall girl was Iren Adler. Jim had learned to be weary of her. She had dirt on most people as well but her methods were much more... Intimate. If he was perfectly honest he admired her. She could be a liable asset in the future.

With a deep breath Molly stammered out "H-Hi, Jim right?"he nodded "Well I, we were wondering if you were free next Saturday?"

"I believe I am. Why do you ask?" He said, a smile reaching his lips. She was cute, this Molly Hooper. Perhaps not useful at the moment but her intelligence couldn't be argued. She was one of the top students in their class and many of her other classes. Yes one day he could probably use her.

Molly glanced at Irene who gave her an urging look. The mouse of a girl looked back at him "Would you, maybe, like to come to a party? At my place? There's going to be a lot of people there .it'll be fun." She smiled eagerly and Jim smiled warmly at her. She blushed under his gaze but managed to keep eye contact.

Impressed Jim decided to give the girl a chance, "I'd love to. What time?"

Joy spread over her face and she handed him a slip of paper. On it was her address, time, date and what he presumed was her cell number. "My place can be difficult to find so if you get lost just call me." Jim nodded and she waved goodbye as Irene dragged her away.

Jim rolled his eyes and tucked the paper into his pocket. A party should be more fun than spending an evening with her parents. They could be so dull at times. Unable to keep the smile from his face he turned to leave. Moran stood there alone now, his face blank of emotion save a small twinkle of joy in his eyes.

"Where's your friend?" Jim asked, pretending to be uninterested. People tended to speak more when they didn't think anyone was paying attention. He held his books close to his chest, keen to hear new gossip.

Moran raised an eyebrow "I didn't know you cared."

"I don't know." Jim replied, hiding his confusion. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Well don't, it's a bad look for you." Moran said and pushed Jim out of the way. His long legs striding down the hall with confidence.

Jim watched him leave until he turned the corner and disappeared around the corner. Of all the people in the school it was Moran that Jim knew the least about. It was the reason Jim hated him so much. The boy was very secretive and no one knew anything about him. Perhaps it was time Jim talked to his friend. Jim had only caught a glimpse of him but recognized the boy as Eric Rowles. A not very interesting boy. A good student but not particularly extraordinary. He was well liked and people only had good things to say about him. Dull. Why would the very interesting Sebastian Moran want to be associated with the very uninteresting Eric Rowles? The plot just kept getting more and more interesting.

He headed off to his first class and felt his mind slip into its normal auto pilot mode. School was always the same so Jim hardly ever had to think. He went through the whole day like that; when the final bell ringing awakened his brain and began to focus again. Jim glanced down at the notepad in front of him and blinked in surprise. All over the page were the words "Sebastian Moran." Jim stared at the page and groaned. This wasn't the first time this had happened but it had to be the beginning of the end. The only reason he was fascinated with Moran was because he was a mystery, no other reason.

Jim gathered his English books (Which was truly a pointless class) and hurried down the hall to his locker.

Kids surrounded him and jostled him as he rushed. He wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. The noise in the hall was at the highest register it could be. It was almost impossible to hear himself think.

His locker was surrounded with students but none that interested him. All of them an open book to him. All of them were boring. To be fair to the stupid students, there weren't many interesting people at the school to begin with. All their scandals and secrets were petty and stereotypical. Still they were enough to ruin any big household. That's all that mattered really.

With all his homework and necessary supplies in his bag, Jim left the school. He walked out into the cool fall sun and squinted. It may have not been warm but it was still much too bright. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his bag before heading out heading out into the chaos that was the courtyard.

Students chatted with their mates, goofing off. Trying to seem cool to the peers around them. Fake, all of them were fake. Two faced and fake. Trying to be someone they weren't to impress people who couldn't give two shits about them.

Jim's face turned into his normal scowl as he searched the overcrowded parking lot for his ride. When he couldn't find the familiar black limo he frowned in annoyance. He'd have to talk to mother about the tardiness of Maxwell. This wasn't the first time he'd been late.

Angry he scuffed the ground with his black shoes. They were the new ones from Paris according to mother. He couldn't see much difference in the design but the fit was much more comfortable than last season's. As he stared at his feet a shadow was cast over his foot and Jim glanced up into the grinning face of Moran.

He didn't say anything at first. Just stared at him with an almost hungry look in his eyes. His jacket was striped black and dark orange and a pair of dark jeans hugged his hips and legs. It was insanely distracting and Jim had to force himself to keep his eyes on Moran's face. Moran stuffed his hands into his pockets with a playful smirk as he watched Jim.

Jim glared at him, tried to move around the tall boy but Sebastian side stepped into his path. The stupid smirk still dancing across his lips. Letting out an exasperated huff, he squinted at him from behind his glasses "What do you want?" He asked angrily.

Sebastian shrugged "You're going to Molly's party this weekend right?"

Jim nodded, confused as to what Moran was getting at.

"See you there then." Moran said and turned on his heel walking away down the path.

He watched him go, squinting in even more confusion at the tall boy's retreating back. Jim really couldn't understand him. He was the greatest mystery to ever walk the earth. The one code he'd never been able to break. Perhaps the party would give him the opportunity to crack Sebastian Moran.

A/N: Please don't hate on me for making Molly shy. I know she's a badass, but in high school I see her being a little more shy. If you disagree I'm sorry. Please review and let me know if you liked it. I would love to know if this story is worth continuing