A/N: Hi. First time writing MorMor, or any Sherlock for that matter. I realize there's a point somewhere in the middle where things don't change so gracefully, since I originally wrote this as two separate, super short pieces and thought it would be a good idea to stick them together. Please don't hate me for it. Just.. Review, please. All reviews are welcome.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Sherlock, Moriarty, Molly, Moran, or Andrew Scott for obvious reasons, I do not. I cry about this on a daily basis. Oh look at my wrist. Must be that time again.

Fairy tales, he could easily persuade anyone to believe, were so much better than reality. The Grimm stories were delightfully sinister, and the ones that weren't wicked were just fun.

His favorite characters were the villains. You didn't have to be a Consulting Detective to figure that out. Much less ordinary than the heroes. Less predictable. Something he could relate to.

After all, every good story needs a villain. It would be too easy otherwise. And James Moriarty hated easy.

Getting his head out of this world was so nice, sometimes. All of these people, so sickeningly similar to each other. So painfully ordinary, so infuriatingly mundane.

And then, he bumped into him one day, and found him inexplicably a bit more interesting than the rest. At the very least, he wasn't dreadful.

A quick recruit to his web, and the genius was more satisfied with this decision than he had been with the others almost immediately. Perhaps because Sebastian Moran was so eager, he reasoned. It was always a nice change to not have to threaten any families. Things tended to get needlessly messy that way.

But it he was still dull, despite how good a shot he was.

But Seb was different. Seb was fun. Seb would play his games when he wanted to, but still stuck so loyally to his side.

Seb was a fool, but at least he would surprise Jim. Amuse him.

Not even Sherlock Holmes could always do that.

The sniper even questioned him one time, and while the Consulting Criminal had quickly written him off with a vague explanation and a horrifyingly calm threat, it had stuck with him.

And it was terrifying.

Then he met a girl, and she seemed interested in him. He had seen her around before, and he knew exactly what she could provide him without her knowledge. But something felt... He almost regretted leading the poor girl on.

Was he getting soft?

No.

So what did he do? Introduced himself, of course.

"What's your name?"

"Molly. Molly Hooper."

A shy smile on her girlish features with an eyelash timidly bat was all it took to have 'Little Miss Muffet' ringing through his head, blocking out thoughts of snipers and blonde hair and games he would rather be playing with fantasies and nursery rhymes and a goal he had come here to accomplish.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet.

Eating her curds and whey.

Little Miss Molly sat on a trolley

Drinking her coffee with a biscuit.

"What do you do, Molly Hooper?"

"I work down at Scotland Yard…"

Along came a spider who sat right beside her...

"Really? That's amazing!"

A blush, her smile widening along with his own as he realized all the things he could get out of this Miss Molly. Access to Scotland Yard. To the people who worked there. To a certain person who popped in occasionally.

Soon she had launched into a few hideously gushy anecdotes about her job, her life, her cats, and Glee.

And all he thought of was Seb.

And it almost made him want to scream.

Perhaps she might not mind a little game of deception for a while. Until he could clear his head.

Since silly Molly wasn't frightened away.

But maybe he was.