Authors note: okay, first of all a huge thankyou to anyone who can even be bothered to read this, frankly. i am now going to warn ahead, this is my first time writing this type of fic, as me and a freind wrote it as a RP and i have edited it. i played moriarty and some characters you will find later, and her sherlock. if anyone wants to read some better stuff, her account name is Adurna Skulblaka (i know, its a mouthful.) cheers,
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Moriarty heard the sound of the door creaking and smiled, waiting on the sofa for his...guest to arrive...
Sherlock stepped in, glancing around once before settling his gaze on Moriarty. His expression gave nothing away as he watched Jim, how was silently daring him to break the silence. Sherlock's lips pinched upwards in a tiny smile. He considered returning Moriarty's original greeting back on him, but... that just wasn't Sherlock, so instead he closed the door behind him with a soft click, and tucked his hands into his pockets. Moriarty leaned back, sipping from his mug while staring at Sherlock. Sherlock's eyebrow rose. Judging by the lack of steam rising from the drink... "Cold? Can't say I share your taste." He strode over to his favourite armchair in the flat, taking off his scarf and coat to lay them over the back of it.
"you never did, but then we all have our," he pauses to look around the room, especially at the skull sitting innocently on the mantle piece "differences, don't we Sherly?"
"Life would be even more boring if we were all the same," Sherlock replied in a monotone. He went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, but made sure to keep his face half turned to Jim at all times; one could never be sure when it came to him. Jim chuckled at Sherlock's position and stood to look out of the window, his back to Sherlock but in view of a series of mirrors which led to him and the kitchen in general, obviously.
Once the kettle had boiled, Sherlock poured the water into his favourite cup and took a sip. He sighed softly. It was better when John made it, but it would do. He analysed Jim, trying to understand why he was in 221B. Whatever it was, he had the feeling that he would go along with it. He was, after all, very bored at the moment. Jim knew what Sherlock would be thinking and decided to have a little fun before explaining himself... "why do you think I'm hear, Sherly?"
"There could be any number of reasons," Sherlock murmured over his tea. "It's likely that you're here to try to play games with my mind, possibly threaten John to get me to do something, you could already have him somewhere." Sherlock paused to take a breath. "However, it's also just as likely that you're going to inform me of something, but whether that is good or bad news remains to be seen. I could go on, but I won't." He sniffed dismissively and brought his teacup up to his lips.
"oh, really? go on Sherly, indulge me."
"I'd rather not. It's your turn to speak, Moriarty." To appear as if he didn't consider Jim a danger, Sherlock sat in his armchair, placed his teacup on the table, and folded his hands over his stomach. His head tilted to the side slightly as he waited to listen.
"oh Sherly, how do you find so many ways to disappoint me?" Jim sighed and turned around, not looking at Sherlock but just over his head.
"Hmm, I'm pretty sure you opinion on myself doesn't matter to me. I don't see why it should." Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly in thought and brought his hands up to his lips in his usual thinking pose. Jim raised an eyebrow, still staring unblinking above Sherlock
"then why do you try so hard to effect me opinion of you Sherly?"
"I don't do it on purpose, you are just easilyannoyed." ...You are intriguing...
"oh really? do you think I don't notice the way you- actually, there is no reason I should burst your little bubble of ignorance." Jim sat down opposite Sherlock, his sight still trained over Sherlock's head.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock leaned back, crossing his legs and letting his hands fall onto the arms of the chair. Jim's eyes flicked to Sherlock's face and he tutted. "why?" he muttered, sighing "why, every time I think I found something new to play with-"
"People aren't toys," Sherlock interjected sharply, irritated.
"aren't they?" Jim sounded curious as he spoke, like this was a new concept to him.
"No."Well, some are, but that's not the point. "You can't play with them and not expect consequences."
"huh, consequences. and what exactly are these consequences?" Jim was now very amused with Sherlock's blundering.
"Every action has a consequence," Sherlock replied cryptically. His eyes flicked over to the skull, but it remained silent, offering no answers to this odd conversation. Jim chuckled,
"and that's something I never thought you, of all people, would say Sherly. What, exactly, are the consequences to my actions, may I ask?" Sherlock fixed his gaze on Jim, his eyebrows rising in fake surprise. "I'm sure we'll find out someday. I may be incredibly talented when it comes to deductions, but even I can't tell the future."
"oh Sherly, you pet really has spoilt you. mellowed you. not quite as sharp as you were, are you?"
"I'm still perfectl- Pet? John is not my pet." Jim gave him a grin,
"no, of course he isn't..." he shook his head, looking at the floor in amusement.
"I can see where that idea might have come from, but he isn't my pet. It's an absolutely ridiculous nickname for a person," Sherlock snorted. Moriarty stood, cup in hand, and stared over Sherlock's head, his face frozen in shock. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"What? Problem?" Moriarty carried on staring, not blinking, again, and slowly started to nod towards Sherlock, gesturing furiously without saying a word. Sherlock wasn't an idiot. He stood and went to stand beside Moriarty instead of just turning his back. One could never be too careful. He whispered into Jim's ear,
"What is it?" Jim ignored him and gestured about him even more. Sherlock began to get frustrated. "What?" Again Jim ignored him. Huffing in irritation, Sherlock turned to look. Instantly, Jim stopped and walked into the kitchen, whistling a tune.
"you," he half sang, "are getting slow Sherly!"
"How so?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes. This man... he was a challenge and, yes, that was all good fun, but it also annoyed Sherlock.
"exactly!" Jim said, coming in with another cold beverage.
"You're making no sense."
"no, I make complete sense, but apparently I have outsmarted you Sherly. soon, you will be my pet."Sherlock laughed without humour.
"Please, I am nobody's pet."
"which is exactly why you are." Jim was getting bored now, he was getting sick of outsmarting Sherlock.
"Once again, that doesn't make sense. My comment cancels yours out." Sherlock strolled across the room to where his violin sat. He brushed his fingers over the strings lightly, enjoying the soft sounds they made.
"hmm, maybe this wont work after all, good bye Sherly..."
"You still haven't answered my question. Why - are - you – here?"
"well, to be fair Sherly I don't think your up to my little games any more..." he turned to wards the door
"I played along with the last one."
"yes, you were admirable Sherly, but as I say, John has mellowed you." he starts towards the door again. "John has not affected me." Sherlock almost reached out to grab Moriarty's arm. He was desperate for something, anything, to be interesting. "I am exactly the same as before I met him."
"oh I doubt that Sherly, but if you think your up to it..."
"Of course I'm up to it. I'm Sherlock," he added arrogantly.
"huh, well that I cannot deny..." Jim considered for a moment before deciding that he should give Sherlock a chance and reseating himself, taking a long sip of cold coffee.
"this is your last chance, are you sure you want to do this?" Sherlock picked up his violin and bow before sitting down. He plucked the strings idly before turning his attention to Jim. "Tell me what it is you have in mind."
"oh, we are excited aren't we? well, if your sure, we are going to play a game. the rest I have already told you, you just have to see it."
plink, plink, plink. Sherlock let a few notes of the violin fade before answering. "Excited? You could say so. I suspected that it would be a game."
"isn't it always?"
"A valid point."
"well, have you worked out the details yet?"
"I'm thinking. Feel free to give me a hint, by the way, but don't ruin the whole puzzle." Sherlock leaned his head against the back of his chair and closed his eyes as he thought.
"now now, if you cannot work that out you definitely can not play the game"
"It's something to do with what you saw earlier..." Sherlock murmured. "Likely involving John; the past two games have..."
Sherlock's eyes snapped open, a smile on his face. "Oh... I understand." He smirked at Jim. "You weren't just staring at the wall."
"obviously not, that would be strange"
"You were using phonetic sign language."