This is just a little something I thought up and I'd like to give a big thank you to Dollyrocker85 for reading over this and convincing me to upload this. If your a Mollyarty fan then i seriously suggest you go and read her fic Unlovable, trust me it's fantastic!

Anyway Enjoy and please share your thoughts

JJ X x

I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on James Moriarty; he looked at me, no not at me, into me…

I was just barely nine and the two older boys were sat there, in the hidden fence part of the backyard, covered by mass of lifeless branches. The taller one with the greenish-blue eyes and the sandy colored hair was merrily picking apart and poking at the wound of next doors cat as it lay dying while the other leaned back on his hands watching the poor thing cry out in agony, his ebony locks combed perfectly back and large black eyes that snap over to me, burrowing into me.

I was watching him, a twisted smile on his face when I almost jumped as the other boy asks "Sammy?"

My gaze ripped away from the black eyed boy and towards the other covered in blood "Can I play to?"

"Don't tell mum!" the sandy haired boy groans with a half-smile.

I can feel myself light up and I skip over to my brother and his friend, kicking up a stick and taking a seat between the pair before poking the cat with the winter sharp stick. The other boy stares at me before groaning and leaning behind me to lightly slapping my brother on the head "Seb, manners…"

"Oh, sorry mate, this is my little sister Samantha, Sam this is James." He says it in such a way I've never heard, idealizing, as James reaches out to offer me his hand, it's so much bigger than mine and he's smiling, smiling that twisted smile right at me "Jim is just fine."

I feel the blush creep up my cheeks and Sebastian smile with a tilt of his head as mine falls into his lap and his callous fingers stroking through my chestnut curls, Jim's gaze glued to us in a twisted fascination.

Mum had told me Seb was bringing a friend back for tea, but I didn't quite believe her, Seb didn't have friends… but now I understand. Jim is different, like us, mum always say's we're not like the other kids, we're made to be more, to be special… unlike her and our pathetic coward of a dad… Jim's special.

After a few minutes a voice calls "Kids… tea's ready."

We all stand, Jim pulling me to my feet with the hand I never realized he had never let go of. We all looked down to the cat, half of its insides hanging out and staining the mud a dark red as Seb asks with a bored frown "What do we do with it now?"

I don't think much about it before leaning down and choosing the heaviest rock my small hands could pick up, silencing the cat with the echo of the squishing crack of its skull, some blood splattering onto my overalls.

I can hear them whispering behind me and then mum shouting for us again, Seb looks at me almost scared until Jim just breaks out laughing and we couldn't help but join him and again he fixed me with those big eyes, so big they could have swallowed me up "not bad Kitten."

We share another small laugh at the little joke, my brother turning his back to us and throwing a smile over his shoulder "Come on Sammy, hop on."

I do, clinging onto him as he carries me threw the garden, Jim hot on our heels and rushing past us. We followed him… like we would do for the rest of our lives.

And in that moment they knew something that hadn't reached me yet, I was theirs.

I belonged, belong, to them.

It's always been that way since; both playing tug-of-war with my heart and neither losing but never quite winning, because I was theirs and more horrific thing than three children bonding over a screaming, dying feline is that I liked it, I was theirs and I loved every moment of it.