The face of Moriarty dances behind my lids whenever I blink. He whispers in my ear, "I'll wait for you in bed." Makingme shudder.

Everyday, Jim patiently waits while I go through the motions, his motions, of being the most dangerous man in London until night comes, and he slips into me. He'll have me by the neck and drag me under the covers, nearly smothering me. I'll panic, but it won't matter, because his voice is still there. He's still everywhere.

"Don't worry," and Irish purr cuts into me, and icy lips press against my pale, exposed neck. "I'll take care of you. I love you, how could i not?"

"We're the same person."

I bolted upright, smothering my frantic breathing. The last thing I needed was Sebastian seeing me like this. James Moriarty does not have nightmares, he causes them. And Richard Brook is only an alias to him, what does he matter? Sometimes, that's how it feels for me too.

I prompt myself out of bed and into the shower. The day was starting and it was soon time to put on the show I call my life. But for now, in the quiet morning, I move Jim aside and just be Rich for a little while. Too bad I can't stay in here all day, but Jim would never let me. I dress in casual jeans and t-shirt and meet Seb's eye over breakfast.

"Going for information today, Boss?" This is what I wear when I go to see Molly. She is the only person who knows who I am, and what Jim isn't.

"Yes, I won't be needing you." Jim took control and dismissed him casually. I noticed Sebastian's bare, scarred chest and bed hair.

"Rich please, keep your thoughts under control." Jim whispered in my head. "Much more of that and you'll make me blush."

I straightened up and turned obligingly away toward the door.

I'm grateful for Molly. She's been very patient, considering what Jim put her through. After dating Jim from IT, befriending gay Jim, and finally meeting Moriarty, criminal mastermind, I felt I owed it to her to introduce Richard, part-time actor. Surprisingly, Jim went along with it. She's a direct link between us and Sherlock. And he thinks her sweet, in a 'dull little lamb sort of way.' So Jim obligingly steps aside every once in a while so I can see Molly.

"How have you been? You look tired." Molly set tea down in front of me.

"He was there last night. He's really wearing me down."

"But I do make things fun, don't I?"

"I don't know what to tell you." She leaned forward pleading, unaware of the extra company. "You won't go to get help. Won't even talk to anyone."

"I know why you won't."

"It's almost like you don't want to get rid of him. But I know this psychologist..."

"I know you wouldn't."

"...who specializes in multiple personalities."

"You like it. The pain you can cause and the power you hold."

"I could give you her-"

"No!" I stood and left the room. Was that for Molly or Jim? I'd like to think it wasn't Molly. Jim was still laughing when I got outside. "Struck a nerve Richy? You know I was only teasing."

I continued walking home, trying to ignore him. He sighed. "Richard. You cannot ignore what you create in your own head."

"I did not do this! Sherlock made you and used me for it."

"We both know that's not true. I'm still here aren't I? You say you left Sherlock's game for a 'normal' life, but what you really wanted to do was run your own."

We both remained silent until we returned to the penthouse, letting me think over what he said. There wasn't any acceptable answer to him, so I didn't say anything. Jim felt smug.

"Speaking of games!" He brightened up suddenly. "I think it's time we introduced another character." He shared his idea with me. It involved heels and a wig.

"No Jim." My voice echoed in the empty penthouse.

"Try it on, just for a little while. Sebastian's not home, not that it would matter to me."

"Jim, I'm not trying that on. Where did you even get..."

"Just look-"

"No." I made the mistake of cutting him off. There was a heavy pause in my mind.

"Richard." His voice was cold now. "Come here?" He didn't ask. Because, of course, why would he need to ask?