James wasn't wanted as a child, he was put into a care home at the age of 6 months. He had never met his birth parents. In a way he thought it was what added to his madness. Let's go back a few years.
James Moriarty.
Six years old.
Adoption interviews today.
"James… I'm going to show you some people who would like to adopt you as their son." The care worker smiled down to the small, black haired, brown eyed boy. The boy was uninterested. He looked around the office, there was a desk and two chairs, Jim was sat down on the chair behind the desk, his feet didn't touch the floor, he played with the collar on his polo shirt. He leaned his head to the side. Two men walked in first. The caretaker was standing by the door, welcoming them. Then she leaded them to the two chairs, they sat down.
They were dressed well, both in suits. A wedding ring on both of them. A gay couple, a good start. Jim looked at them and raised his thick dark eyebrows at the care worker.
"My name is Edward and his is David." One man smiled. Jim looked blankly at the two men, the care worker taking over.
"This is James." She smiled, standing behind his chair and putting her hands on his shoulder. "He's six. He likes to play around in the garden, doesn't work too well with other children." She smiled. Jim looked up at her and scoffed.
"My name is Jim." He frowned, putting his small hands on the desk, pushing his chair back and standing up. "I don't like them." He glared at the two men, they sighed and stood up.
"We knew it was a chance, Miss. It's OK." They half smiled.
They walked out and there were over 20 couples Jim said no to. One caught his eye though, his 'last option' as his care worker described it.
The man had dark black hair, the woman had blonde hair. They looked completely different, she had a pink dress suit on and he was in t-shirt and jeans. He hardly made any effort. Jim liked this.
"Them, I want to go home with them."
Two weeks later, Jim was moved in with the couple. They had a dog, Jim had bonded with it over the week he had been there.
Jim Moriarty
10 years old.
Returning to care."What happened, Jim?" The old care worker asked. She already knew what happened, of course. But she wanted to hear it from the boy.
"They tried to bring the demons out." Jim answered, his voice was quiet. He had a bruise over his right eye, a burn on his hand.
The care worker sighed and bit down onto her pen. "And how did they try to do that?"
"Beat me up. Burn me." He whispered, looking up to her. He looked like he was going to cry, but only for a moment. The tears from his eyes went and he remained his blank stare.
"Ok, darling. Go to your bedroom." The care worker sighed. Jim went, sitting on his bed. He looked down to arm, it was all burnt. His stomach was scarred, he ran his fingers over the burn, leaning his head to one side.
James Moriarty
11 years old
Adoption to the Holmes' family.
"You're going to go to Susan and David Holmes." The care worker smiled. A woman and a man came in, they had a child behind them. About the same age as Jim. He had dark curly hair; he was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. He was dressed very much like Jim himself. A older boy was behind the whole family, he had sandy blonde hair, chunky. The women knelt down in front of Jim and smiled, resting her gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hi, Jim. My name is Susan. You can call me mum whenever you want to. Or if you feel like I'm not your mother I understand." She smiled. "This is David. My husband." The man smiled and leant down to Jim's height, holding his hand out to shake it. Jim smiled and shook it.
"This is Sherlock." David put his arm around the dark haired boy and pulled him forwards. "He's the same age as you." Sherlock looked uninterested. He was uninterested. He hardly spent any time inside the family home anyway. He was always outside or in his bedroom- Then a thought hit him. What if he had to share his bedroom. "I'm not sharing my room with him!" Sherlock shouted, looking back to his mum with a frown. She laughed softly.
"He will have his own bedroom." She smiled, looking at Jim. "We can decorate it just how you want." She smiled.