Disclaimer:I do not own or make money from these characters, I only warp them to my own plot.
The First Person:
John Watson the third, the only son of Catherine and John Watson, younger brother of Harriet Watson, never knew stability, never knew safety, and definitely didn't know normal. From the age of five he was a punching bag for his family, and from five to ten he moved no less than ten times, and went to four different schools. The next three moves between the ages of eleven and thirteen John learned he could only rely on himself to make it in this world alive. John became an A+ student, he got odd and end jobs that paid under the table, and maneuvered around the path of broken beer bottles and cigarette butts and found a better way, a way out. While on his path out tip toeing around a particularly rough spot he met a kid by the name of Seamus Orin McNamara.
Seamus was three years Johns Jr. and about 10 years his Sr. in intelligence. Seamus was also as mentally unstable as Johns home life, he had a hair trigger Berserk button that got Seamus in a little bit of trouble and a lot more fights. Though Seamus can hold his own no matter how unfair the fight was; it wasn't the case when John stumbled upon him in a particular fight, a local gang of rich kids that threw daddy's money around and got into limited trouble ranging "no, not my little angel" to "boys will be boys", were holding Seamus by the arms and hitting any part they could trying not to get kicked themselves. John did what he usually did he acted without thinking, within ten minutes John and Seamus had all four boys down and groaning while Seamus made promises of death to a kid named Carl.
"come on Kid, let's get away from here, my house is on the other side of the park" said John expecting to be followed by the fuming kid with murder in his black eyes, and bruises forming on his already pale skin. John looked back briefly to check if he was being followed before talking again to avoid looking like a Pillock, and to assess the kid's injuries "I think I have enough medical supplies for you"
"Why?" asked the Glaring boy from a couple feet from John.
"What?" John turned around and started walking backwards only to receive a look that clearly said explain everything. While turning back around "I fought those kids because I don't think before I act, I am taking you to my house because I know where it is, I am going to bandage you up because I want to be a doctor and you are a better subject to practice on then animals… and Welcome to the Watson residence" John finished as they come up to a worn down house. "Sorry for whatever we may encounter here, you'll be safe, I may not be though." Johns entered the house and waited in the foyer with an ear out when he closed the door.
"James is that you Hun?" a voice coming from the left rang out.
With a sigh of relief John answered "yeah, mum it's me, I have a friend here so I will be leaving again soon." John looked back at the Kid and fully took his appearance in, the kid looked Posh. John nodded with his head towards the stairs; at the top of the stairs a young female voice carried from around a corner that stopped them.
"Hey, Hammy what's your friend this time, a bird, or a squirrel? Oh god, it's not another stray is it 'cause da will literally kill you at this point if you bring in another one." Harriet not being able to read her brothers face peeked around the corner "John!" she whispered fiercely. "That's a human … a real live boy."
"Yes harry I know you have no interest in them but boys do exist." John retorted
Harriet looked stunned "you don't have friends, definitely not rich ones as that one looks to be." she sneered accusingly "the closest you get is your sports buddies." All through the tirade John tried to push past his sister, giving up he gave her a shove.
"Move Harry or I will lock my window tonight"
"You wouldn't dare" Harry replied but still backing off.
"Keep pushing Harry, you'll see how much I will do." And with that final remark John and Seamus were in another room that was almost bare that gave military standards a run for their money. When Seamus walked through the door John was already pulling up the floor boards in his closet and pulled out a small wooden box that had Army Ammunition branded on one side and 1000 bullets on the other. The box was over flowing with medical supplies. "Here kid this will help with the ribs" John said handing over a white pill.
"What is it and why should I trust you, and stop calling my kid."
"Paracetamol, you shouldn't really I am surprised you even followed me, and tell me your name then"
"Thanks" Seamus takes the pill after scrutinizing John for a bit. "You're intelligent I like you, and my name? What's yours is it James, John or god forbid Hammy?" Seamus looks horrified at the thought of someone named Hammy cleaning the blood off his face and putting plasters on the worst of the cuts.
" okay that's fair enough my name is John Hamish Watson the Third, or better known as James to my loving mother, John to my Da, Hamish to my drunkard parents because John reminds my father of Granda and my mother of the man she married, and Hammy to my sister, oh and watty to my teammates." John mocked bowed and then looked at Seamus "what about you?" John asked again while cleaning Seamus' Hands.
"Seamus Orin McNamara" Seamus hisses out as the Alcohol pads worked their way over his middle knuckle where he hit a kids tooth.
"Sorry about that" John comments and as an afterthought adds "about the name and the stinging pain."
"What's wrong with my name? You work for my parents I could get you fired" Seamus glares.
"Well First of all its meaning, Seamus which means Supplant, Orin which means dark haired, and McNamara which means hound of the sea. So your name means that you're a dark haired boy who supplanted the glory of a sea hound". John said "and Secondly Lady McNamara loves my work around the house".
"Well Seamus sounds like it works for me." Seamus stated. "What does your name mean?"
"Mine is way better than yours." John grinned in way of the answer. "Too bad you can't change your name" Seamus gives John a confused look. "Because you're a future Lord and all" John said.
"No I'm not, I am the second son and third child both titles got handed out before I was even born" Seamus explained failing to hold the scorn out of his voice and off his face.
"Well now I can call you Jim then, nothing to do about the middle name but your last name will be Moriarty, it suits you much more" John smirked.
"Lord of the sea, but the Moriarty clan died out a couple decades ago" Seamus knew this because his mother was the last one and thus receiving the title lady.
"Ha, I knew you knew name meanings. Come on Jim, we'll talk about this on the way towards your Manor." John put his floor back together and headed out of the room.
"So you decided to call me Jim what do I get to call you?" Seamus asked.
"You are special, you get to call me Johnny you will be the only one in the world allowed to call me that" John said with an easy smile and a glint in his eye as he jumped down that last few steps.
"What so special about Johnny" Seamus asked walking at a more sedate pace.
"I hate that name, but for some reason it fits that you call me that." John turned toward an archway "Ma, I'm off again I will be back in an Hour or so" and not waiting for an answer the two boys were out the door. The trip through the town was a quick one but long enough to form a tentative friendship "so why were four of the snottiest kids beating on someone like you?" John knew three of them due to working here and there throughout the town.
"It's Carl Powers' fault he got his brother and his friends to beat me because I called him a retarded little gross skinned git who I want to see dead." Seamus looked maniacal losing himself in images of a dead Carl.
"Geeze Jim, tell me how you really feel about him" John jokes. "How did little Carl convince his older brother to beat the shit out of a kid who is a few years younger than them?"
"Well carl said I kissed him and that he didn't want to catch a poofter disease. Those idiots jumped at the chance to fight after that comment" Seamus snarled, and then muttered "like I would kiss Carl, if I kissed any one they would never be a dumb person."
"Well Jim your Humble abode is grander than mine, but here we are. I'll see you around, yeah." As John turned to leave Seamus called him back.
"Johnny-boy wait, I'll get my mother to thank you properly for the help today come inside" Seamus turned around knowing John would protest.
Sighing John followed Seamus musing at the role reversal. After a minute of walking they came to a top outside a heavy looking door. Seamus knocked and waited patiently.
"Come in" the voice of lady McNamara came through the door crisp and clear
Seamus grabbed Johns hand before opening the door "mama" Seamus said, changing right before Johns eyes "some kids beat me up when I was coming back from piano lessons." John knew he was seeing crocodile tears and the wobble in the voice was manufactured, but even then his heart went out to the little boy that stood before him now, and his body betrayed his mind as he unconsciously tightened his grip on Seamus' hand. Instead of the cold calculating boy imagining death to the person who caused a delay in his day; there was a ten year old kid who was jumped for no good reason other than just because and needed the comfort of a mother.
"Oh my sweet baby Shay, are you alright, who took care of you?" Lady McNamara knelt in front of Seamus and fussed.
"Johnny did mama he wants to be a doctor" Seamus said pulling John from behind the door "He's our Gardener isn't he"
"Hello, Lady McNamara" John said shyly stepping out of the door way.
"You got hit a few times yourself it looks like Mr. Watson … and did quite a bit of the punching too it seems." Lady McNamara followed the boys' joined hands with her eyes and tilted John's eye towards the light with a deceptively firm grip on his jaw.
"Yes Ma'am." John stared at the woman before him she was obviously where Seamus got his looks from and intelligence as well. "Ji…" John started but a squeeze to the hand made him correct the name he was about to use. "Seamus might need to get his ribs checked out … I don't know when the fight started but it was unfair from the start. I did as much as I could Ma'am."
"I'm sure you did more than most could, though I suppose you're not used to working on someone other than yourself, are you dear?"
John flushed at those words and answered "no Ma'am"
"Well I must thank you for Protecting my baby, who seems quite literally attached to you" Lady McNamara said indicating their joined hands, Making John Blush. "Come sit down we will discuss the terms of repayment."
"Lady McNamara I must decline" John tried, but was already being pulled towards a sitting area within the large office like room by Seamus "I just acted without thinking … anyone would have stopped the fight." John resigned as he was pulled down into a love seat across from Lady McNamara.
"Now, I heard that you have applied to uptake residence at King Edwards Grammar School for this upcoming fall" John stared Flabbergasted at the Woman across from him.
"Yes, Ma'am"
"well then, the least I can do is write a letter of recommendation my name carries a lot of weight behind it alone, with the signature of my husband I am sure you won't have to worry for when you do get emancipated from your wretched parents in a couple years' time, who won't even sign the permission for you to enlist in the Army."
John unsure of how she got her information was stunned, not only would he be set until graduation he wouldn't have to worry about where to live once on his own. He could use the money he saved for the housing he would need at college. "I'm not sure what to say, Lady McNamara."
"Say nothing at all, I am the one thanking you remember." She smiled "now that, that is all settled, Seamus, show John to the door please."
"Yes Mama" Seamus Pulled John up and went to hug his mother with their hands still together.
"Thank- you for everything Lady McNamara, I will see you tomorrow." John said while his arm was awkwardly being pulled into the hug as well, because Seamus seemed to be glued to his hand.
"Come on Johnny" Seamus ran a head and was tugging John out of the office. As soon as they were out Seamus relaxed his grip on Johns hand a bit and reverted to cold and calculating. "Well that was fun, you get to go to your school and I am still an innocent child in my mother's eyes." Once they reached the front door Seamus pulled John down and wrapped his arms around John in a parody of a hug.
"Laying it on a bit thick there aren't you Jim?" John asked while returning the hug, knowing about the Cameras in the foyer.
"Nope father says I don't get attached to people, so if I seem attached to you, when you leave at the end of the summer with your family If I act out a bit it won't be immediately related to my Psychopathy" and with that Seamus let go. "Good-bye Johnny boy, I will see you tomorrow"
A bemused John waved as he walked through the door "see you tomorrow Jim, have a good one."
That fight started the two month acquaintance between John Watson and James Moriarty. Come fall John was accepted into KEGS and with the glowing recommendation from both Lady and Lord McNamara John didn't have to reapply to be able to live in the Boarding house within the school. He became a Pompadour, a combined cadet and Corps of Drums member, and was sorted into the Hollander house.
The next time John heard from Jim was an excited letter explaining his perfect plan to kill little Carl. All John pointed out was that his shoes would contain evidence of what Jim did and then he burned the letter. The last time he talked to Jim was the day Jim killed Carl, he phoned John.
"Hello" John answered confused as he only got the Phone last week.
"I did it, I killed Carl, It should be all over the news in a couple of hours" was all Jim said.
"Should I say congratulations?" John asked confused.
"Are you still my friend?" the random question threw John for a loop.
"Jim we were never friends, I know that. If you're asking if I will tell, no I won't for as long as I live my knowledge of you and our history will be yours alone, but if by some one in a million chance I end up going against you all I ask in return for my silence is that you get your hands dirty and kill me personally, if it comes to that." John shakes his head at his life so far … only 15 and asking for a sliver of mercy that a psychopath can't give.
"If I remember Johnny-boy" Jim replied a half minute later.
"That's good enough for me Jim, thank-you I'll talk to you later if you want, as this is a new phone and you got my number somehow, anyway give me a shout anytime Jim"
"Good-bye Johnny boy" and with that Jim hung up and was out of Johns life, and John was forgotten by Jim.
Punker1989 drew a picture of little Jim, and is on deviant art. her is the kinda link : browse dot deviantart dot com/art/Seamus-Orin-McNamara-Jim-Moriarty-357371811