Author's Note: This story is also a work in progress. I was going to get a little farther before I started posting, but some of my friends (Namely, Violet Verner, who suggested the idea. You should check out her stories. She's awesome.) were getting impatient, so here it is. I'll try to update regularly, but my other story, "A Detective Without His Deductions" will probably be my top priority. Feel free to review and leave suggestions for what you want to see next. Thank you!
"Meet me at the roof of St. Bart's." was the text Jim Moriarty received one day.
"Who are you?"
"You'll see. You are a consulting criminal, are you not?"
"So you're a client then?"
"Potentially. So are you going to meet me?"
"Fine. When do you want to meet?"
"How about now? Unless you're busy, of course."
"Nope, I'm bored out of my skull at the moment. See you in a few minutes."
•••
Moriarty and the stranger stood on the roof, facing each other. They said nothing for a while, until finally the Master spoke. "I could kill you right now, you know."
"You wouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because you need me. I am the world's only consulting criminal."
"True. But I just thought I'd point that out to keep things in perspective as we negotiate."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Yes! You stupid humans, always so slow on the uptake."
"'You humans?' You make it sound like you aren't one!"
"Sh." the man put a finger to his lips. "Can't let that secret get out. That's actually a large part of why I need your help."
"You need me to make people think you're human."
"Not just that."
"What else do you want?"
"Power. I want you to make me prime minister." "You know I don't have the power to appoint you."
"Yes, but I've heard you have the power to pull the strings. And I already have a plan to make the people believe in me when I run for prime minister. All you have to do is help me carry out my plan. And cause the current prime minister to have a 'mysterious' death."
"You want to rule Britain."
"Actually, I want to rule the universe, but I'll start with Britain." "Hm. Seems reasonable. On one condition."
"And what's that?"
"I get to be king."
"How are you going to pull that off? And why do you want to be the king anyway? He's just a figurehead."
"Yes, but honey you should see me in a crown." The man smirked.
"We'll see about that."
"So we have a deal?"
"I'll think about it, but probably."
"Oh by the way, I never caught your name."
"That's because I never threw it!" The man laughed and then glared at Moriarty, who hesitantly began laughing with him. "We'll have to think of a good cover name for me to use as we create my profile and all that. But as to my actual name, people call me the Master."
"The Master."
"Yep, that's me! Hi!" The Master waved comically. "Alright, I've got to go now. Talk to you later." As the Master walked off, Moriarty wondered just what he'd gotten himself into.