Fandom: Sherlock BBC

Title: The Resident Liar

Author: Smithy13

Pairing/characters: Ace Darmwall (OMC), Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes

Summary: Jim kidnaps one of Sherlock's new friends, but soon finds out that he might be in over his head… Not that he'll admit it though.

Jim Moriarty was no longer just intrigued by Sherlock Holmes, but by Ace Darmwall as well.

Ace didn't remember how he got there, but he was in a dark space with just one small, dim light hovering over his head.

The young man looked around in the darkness, nothing was visible, but the endless depths of dark.

"So, you're the consulting detectives little friend, huh?" a voice rang out, it was terribly obvious that the person behind that voice was smiling.

Ace let his eyes wonder around, looking for the source of the voice, though the blue-haired young man was relatively certain that he knew who it was.

"Aren't you ever the coward, Moriarty?" Ace drawled, he was accustomed to situations like this one – honestly, he had been on the dark side of law for the most of his life. "Not even showing your face to me, I mean, I couldn't do anything to you. I'm useless and defenceless right now."

Moriarty found himself leaving the darkness and stepping into the dim light of the lamp dangling from the ceiling.

Ace was sitting on the cold floor and looking up at the criminal beneath his messy blue hair. The other wasn't certainly bad looking, he had to give Moriarty that.

"Alright," Ace sighed, standing up, almost eye-level with the other man. "Am I allowed to make a complaint?"

Moriarty just lifted an eyebrow, but made no move to stop the young man.

"First of all, you draw me out of bed! That's bad enough. Let me get this into your head, sir, you may be a criminal mastermind, but you don't touch my bed, got it?" Ace was no pacing around, while Moriarty was getting why Sherlock liked the young man so much.

"Second of all, you don't let me leave a note. Are you even serious? I could have told Sherlock that I was going to have a nice little talk with his nemesis, the end. Period. No screaming and frantic Sherlock… Oh, dear-dear-dear, you're explaining it to him, not me!"

Ace stared the taller man in the face and then continued, "Third of all, have you got any idea, what time it is? It's bloody three am! I need to make our resident sociopath breakfast and coffee! It was annoying as it was, but now I have to not sleep as well?"

Just as Moriarty was about to explain that one Ace raised a hand, promptly shushing him.

"Fourth and not last, I'm cold…" A pause. "Give me your jacket." Moriarty made no move to take it off. "I mean it." Still no movement. "Oh, bloody hell. Hold still and cooperate!"

Ace unbuttoned the jacket and quickly pulled it off of the other male's frame, wrapping it around his own, notable slimmer and smaller frame. The young man inhaled the scent coming from the jacket, well, Moriarty sure knew his way around perfume to say the least.

"Where was I? Oh, yes, fifth… Don't give me that look, you ought to listen to me and learn. It might make kidnaping people a lot more comfortable later on."

Moriarty sighed, there was obviously no way of getting this young man to stop his complaining.

"Anyway, fifth of all, and this I believe is the last complaint I have right now, if you keep letting me boss you around you might end up losing me faster than you thought."

Moriarty frowned and decided that it would be best if he tried to act civil towards one hostage for a while.

"Come on," the criminal took hold of the young man's shoulder, by which he dragged Ace to a nicer room, one with a bed and a table; and a small bathroom next to it.

"It's a lot better here," Ace concluded, dropping on his back onto the bed and letting out a sigh of content.

After a short silence, just as Moriarty was going to ask for his jacket back the young man said something surprizing, "You know, for a killing criminal master mind with zero caring towards anyone, you sure are a marvellous bloke."

As much as said criminal hated to admit it he felt a smile tug at his lips and he didn't want to take his jacket back from the young man with blue hair on the bed.

Ace gave the dark-haired man another look and then closed his eyes before falling asleep. He couldn't be sure whether the touch he felt on his head was his imagination or reality.

AN:

Okay, so question to all readers, shall I make this fic a Sherlock/OMC or a Jim/OMC, because I wouldn't mind either way.

;) Cheers, Smithy13