I'm not at home, so I'm not able to catch the Christmas minisode, (no spoilers please) so I finally finished this old Sherlock fanfiction as a Christmas present to all of you! Yaaay! Ok, onto the story.
Moriarty was not a patient man. Like Sherlock, he had a tendency to get bored while waiting. If he didn't have a person to shoot, then he had to find other ways to stay occupied. He didn't notice Sherlock when he arrived – late, mind you – on the roof. Moriarty was too busy to notice.
"Go on now, go! Walk out the door!" he sang at the top of his lungs, rocking his hips back and forth. "Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome any more!" He spun in a circle, his arms above his head and his eyes squeezed shut. He still hadn't noticed Sherlock frozen in shock next to the entrance. "Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?" He shook his finger, taking three steps backward. "Did you think I'd crumble, did you think I'd lay down and die?" He stumbled and fell on his back. "Ow. Good think no one was there to see tha-" He now finally noticed Sherlock.
Sherlock stared at Moriarty. He'd expected Moriarty to have a trap waiting for him, most likely a gun pointed at the entrance, ready to blow his head off the moment that his ebony curls came into view. Instead, he found Moriarty singing and dancing like – well, like no one could see him.
Moriarty cleared his throat. "Well. This is awkward," he said. He took a step toward Sherlock, intending to step back into his bad-guy mentality, so that he could perform his stereotypical monologue in which he explains to Sherlock his evil plan. However, Sherlock took a large step back when Moriarty stepped forward. Moriarty, confused, took another step forward. Again, Sherlock stepped backward. They continued like this until Sherlock stepped off of the roof and fell in a heap to the ground below.
Moriarty blinked. "Well, crap," he said. "I didn't expect that. I wrote a speech and everything! I practiced it for half an hour straight, and now you fall off a roof! Party pooper!" he shouted. He pulled his hidden gun out of its place. "I was even going to commit suicide for you. I don't know what to do now. Hmm…" He put the gun back in its place, mulling over where to go from here. An idea grabbed him and he pulled out his phone.
"Hey, Sherlock!" he shouted in the general direction of the corpse lying on the pavement. "This is for you!" He pressed play on a ringtone and it played on top volume.
"You've been struck by - " Hip shift to the left, hip shift to the right, point finger in air " – A SMOOTH CRIMINAL! OW!"
Aaaand that's it! It's short, but I thought that it was a funny idea. I know that there's a snowball's chance in hell of that actually happening, but just imagine it for a second. What does Moriarty do now?
