Hello Everybody, Erin Cumberbatch here. This story is focused on the best villain ever, Jim Moriarty. I'm going to start off with him as a baby and progress through his life, eventually joining the plotline of the TV episodes. Hope you enjoy, don't forget to review!
-EC
Disclaimer: If I owned Sherlock Holmes I would not be sitting here like a lemon writing fanfiction. But I don't and I am.
Screeching and wailing, the baby in the young woman's arms struggled to get away from his mother. There were tears in her eyes as her husband took the baby out of her arms and cautiously placed him back in his cot, which instantly silenced the child.
"Why doesn't he like me?" the tired woman whispered as her husband sat down next to her and stroked the brown wisps of hair that had managed to escape her tight ponytail out of her eyes. "He's only happy when he's left on his own. I don't understand." Her ponytail bobbed up and down as she shook her head sadly.
"Don't worry, Liv, he'll just take a little time to get used to us. Just give him time, and everything will be okay. Before you know it, he'll be saying his first words and taking his first steps."
"I know, I just worry so much, Frank." Olivia sighed, sipping her Earl Grey and looking sadly towards her now peacefully sleeping son.
"Don't, Liv My Love. Don't worry." Frank gave her a tender kiss on the forehead while she chuckled softly at the use of her pet name. He loved it when his wife laughed. He would cherish the moments, those small, rare moments when her face would relax and break into a smile and her tiny voice would ring with laughter. Olivia was a constant worrier, so to hear her laugh was a precious moment for Frank.
The husband and wife lay on the bed together, planting kisses on each other and talking wistfully of their plans for the little family's future.
And all the while, young James Moriarty dreamt of the bliss of solitude.