Hey guys! What's up? I was zoning out in school today and this idea came into my brain! I have no idea where it came from but I liked it enough to make it into a fanfic. Please review and tell me if it's good. Anyway, enjoy!
Jim looked down at his prisoner angrily.
What made him most angry was his own disappointment, he wanted Sherlock to put up more of a fight but the detective had remained silent and still.
"You're boring me Sherlock." he said, his tone getting stiff and not seeming to notice the extent of Sherlock's injuries from his previous...visits...
Three years Sherlock's had to deal with this...
With him...
He was brought out of his thoughts when he suddenly found himself sliding across the room, his chest hurting badly.
Jim and kicked him hard.
Sherlock puffed a little air through his cracked lips.
He was breathing harder than he would have liked.
Jim quickly pulled out a syringe and injected it in Sherlock's wrist. Another sedative...
"Sir?" said a voice, clearly Sebastian Moran.
"What do you want?!" Jim demanded, not wanting to look away from Sherlock.
"You're not gonna believe this..." Seb said questioning himself for his choice of words. "We got a little...erm...spy?"
"Spy?" Jim repeated, trying to figure out who could be spying on him. He had kept this particular location undetected for years. "Who is it?"
Sherlock didn't bother to look up, he just stared at the ground trying to not slip out of consciousness.
"That's the thing...I don't know..." Seb admitted shamefully. "I think she broke my hand..."
The conversation became muffled and fuzzy as the sedative finally took over and Sherlock lost all consciousness.
Seb had finally convinced Jim that it wasn't a joke and that this girl was worth looking at.
They walked down the hall into another dark room.
The light flickered on and they saw a teenage girl wearing a black hoodie covering her face, thin smoke colored pants, and sneakers.
The girl only looked about fourteen and was as thin as a stick.
She stood there calmly, not making any moves to run.
"Where is he?" the girl said in a rough tone, almost demanding.
"Where's who?!" Seb raised his voice, clearly still angry from their first meeting.
"I wasn't talking to you, so shut up before I break your other hand." the girl replied sounding just as angry as him.
She lifted her hood off, revealing her face.
She had medium length, dark wavy/curly, hair, and icy blue-green eyes.
Jim studied her eyes carefully, immediately recognizing them.
"You know exactly why I'm here." the girl said.
"Yes..." Jim muttered not taking his eyes off hers. "You want him..."
Seb was confused at how he knew this girl on a personal level somehow.
"Come with me." Jim grinned. "Daddy's waiting."
He eyed Seb which told him to wait there.
Jim lead the girl down the long dark hall.
"So how are things with Uncle Mycroft?" Jim said in his usual sing-songy voice. "Boring I imagine..."
"Boring as bloody hell..." the girl muttered.
"Yes, well not everyone can be as entertaining as Sherlock you know." Jim looked down at the girl by his side.
The girl cursed under her breath.
"Don't be that way Little Shadow..." Jim grinned. "That is Iceman's little pet name for you isn't it...?"
"Yes..." the girl groaned looking a little uncomfortable and annoyed about it.
"Well now I have two pets." Jim said cheerily. "You do realize that right? That you will never leave this place?"
Little Shadow rolled her eyes and huffed. "I know exactly what I did and why I did it. Other wise I wouldn't have let myself get caught this time, I've known about this place for over a year now..."
"Then why did you come now?" Jim asked.
"I...er..." Little Shadow tried to say something but bit her tongue, keeping her emotions in check.
"You miss him more than usual." Jim said as though he could read her mind. "Why?"
The girl bit her tongue harder until she tasted blood.
"Well your wait is over." Jim said with a fake look of sympathy and delight.
They had reached the end of the hall way and in front of them stood a steel door.
Jim unlocked it and slowly creaked it open.
Little Shadow lost her breath for a second when she saw him.
"W-...what did you do?!" she found herself saying in a forceful whisper.
"Oh relax, he's only sleeping. It was a mild sedative." Jim answered. "I was planning to take him out for a walk but since you're here, well plans change. He'll come around soon."
"Take him out for what?" the girl looked at the ground.
"Well it's no fun if I just tell you now is it?" Jim grinned. "Anyway, see you soon."
And with that, he slammed the door behind her and locked it tight.
A soft groan broke the silence.
Little Shadow ran over to Sherlock immediately.
She carefully sat him up against the wall and rested his head on her shoulder.
Deep down in her heart she felt guilt...if only she came sooner...
The guilt worsened when she realized how broken his body was.
His face was covered in dried blood and had purple and black bruises all over, his ribs were cracked, his hair was tangled and matted with blood, his nose looked broken, his wrist was twisted, and his leg looked smashed.
Another soft groan escaped his cracked lips.
Little Shadow rested her hand gently on the detective's chest trying not to let the guilt take control.
It seemed like forever before Sherlock's eyes started to flutter.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, not really believing Jim earlier about it being a 'mild sedative'.
"A'ie..." Sherlock said in a slurry whisper. "Wh't a'e y'u doi'g h're...?"
"Getting you out of this hell hole..." Little Shadow whispered in his ear.
"H'll k'll y'u..." Sherlock whispered trying to fully come out of the sedative.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Little Shadow let a faint smile escape her.
She gently ran her fingers through an unmatted section of his curly hair.
Sherlock tried to remember a time when someone had been so gentle and kind to him, he couldn't find very many...
He let his tired, aching muscles relax and let a small sigh escape his lips.
Even though he had just woken up from a sedative, he was exhausted.
"You'll wake up." Little Shadow whispered in his ear. "I promise."
Sherlock used her shoulder like a pillow and her hand like a blanket.
It wasn't much, but when you've been living at the mercy of Jim Moriarty for three years, you take what you can get.
Especially because this girl wasn't just anybody...
Sherlock felt his eyes get heavy, he hadn't had a good sleep in years.
Soon he found himself drifting off to sleep...
Meanwhile... in his observation room, Jim watched them both intently.
He could tell Little Shadow was exhausted too, but she stayed awake, eying the door to make sure he didn't try anything.
Hmm...Little Shadow...a good pet name.
Why didn't he think of it? Why did Mycroft think of it?
Jim could easily see why he would call her that but could see no reason for Mycroft to.
He still didn't know her real name yet, but he intended to change that soon.
"Why does she care about him so much?" Seb asked.
He stood behind Jim.
"She cares for him the way any daughter would for her father. Maybe even a little more." Jim replied like it was no big thing.
"The virgin has a daughter?!" Seb's eyes grew wide.
"Well obviously." Jim looked up from his chair at the confused man. "Can't you see the resemblance?"
"Yes...but still!" Seb looked at Little Shadow carefully through the glass that only they could see through.
"If you're going to be so boring, go." Jim looked back at Little Shadow and Sherlock. "I'm watching my pets."
Seb decided to leave before he got Jim frustrated.
Jim groaned a little to himself, he had work to do tomorrow.
His pets weren't trained, he'd have to fix that.
After he trained them, maybe he could add another to his growing collection.
But Sherlock had to be a good boy for that...right now he wasn't so that would have to wait.
Right now Jim just watched him sleep.
He looked absolutely adorable to Jim, peaceful, quiet, and calm.
He also watch Little Shadow, for someone who doesn't care about most people, this was unusual behavior for her.
She sat there, running her finders through an unmatted part of Sherlock's hair while Sherlock sleepily nuzzled his face in the part of her hood that rested on her shoulder.
Jim had a craving to know more about Sherlock's daughter.
He had only met her once before and hardly knew anything about her.
He had tried everything to get more information but only got what he already knew. He'd have to learn from his own experience, but who said that would be any less fun?
After a few minutes, the consulting criminal decided to go to bed.
He didn't want to be tired for tomorrow's training.