Title: Becky Moriarty
Summary: Little Irish girl
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with or in any way shape or form own the little girl or the material from which this story was based.
When Jim Moriarty first heard that he had a daughter, his initial reaction was unimaginable anger. He didn't want to be a father, he didn't want to raise some ungrateful little brat. His second thought, was 'that bitch! How dare she give birth to my progeny and never tell me?' Ordinarily, in situations like this he would have sent one of his minions to deal with her; but this one deserved a bit more personal of a touch.
Jim booked the next flight back to Ireland with his faithful Sebastian sitting in the seat next to him. He spent the entire time ignoring Sebastian in favor of tapping his fingers along his knee in an erratic pattern. The only reason he'd actually found out about this 'Becky' was the phone call that Sebastian had happened upon and shared with him. He still wasn't sure why his first thought upon hearing her voice was to wonder about her parentage, but he was glad that he'd looked into it.
By the time they arrived, he'd worked his rage down enough that he'd be able to handle it calmly. He didn't even bother to book a hotel, they went straight from the aeroport to the address he had found for that woman. They went to school together, a long time ago, but he barely remembers her face.
They break into her dingy little house, he's timed it just right so that there's no one home. Sending Sebastian into the back room, his plants himself down on the least disgusting chair in the living room to wait.
It takes long enough, but he eventually hears her come through the front door. She drops her bags with a shriek that makes him grimace. "Hello, little whore. I've come to claim what's mine."
Her eyes widen and she seems frozen in place. "T-Tommy? Is that you? Tommy McGann?" He smirks at her, and she pales dramatically. "W-what are you doing here? You said that you were n-never coming back to Ireland."
Jim stands up slowly, cracking his neck from side to side. "Sebby! You can come out now!" Sebastian emerges from the back, looking quite intimidating. He's brandishing his favorite knife and he has a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He snaps his fingers absently, signalling Sebastian to take her away and deal with her. "She's not my problem anymore, do what you will. Oh, and Sebby? Make it hurt."
The woman starts to scream as she's pulled away by her hair, but she's quickly silenced which does disappoint him a bit. But he understands the necessity of it. Settling back down in the chair to wait for school to finish, he closes his eyes and relaxes. He has so many plans for his little girl, they're going to burn the world together. He smiles, because it's going to be beautiful.
He's still slouching across the chair when Becky finally gets to the house. He smirks at her look of surprise. She drops her bag, her mouth opening to speak and he wiggles his fingers at her. "Hello, Darling. I hear you'd like to demolish your school. The name is James Moriarty. But you can call me Dad."