Ok, guys. You've probably had enough of all this MorMor angst. But I don't think anyone's paying enough attention to poor Seb :C
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. []huggs5[]tumblr[]com[]post/17370868137/crash if you want to reblog it or something.
Sebastian Moran sat with his back against the cold, hard wall, trembling hands playing absently with the shotgun. Jim Moriarty was dead, his financial security was gone, the house, the food, everything. Seb had let at least a week for Jim to come back.
Come home would you? -SM
I really need you here. -SM
The electricity has been cut. -SM
This is your fault. -SM
There's almost no food left. -SM
What's the passkey to the bank accounts? -SM
Jim, please. -SM
His Samsung was lying in his lap, having abandoned it long ago. He raised the gun toward him, looking down the barrel of the weapon. It trembles, magnifying the shaking of his hands. He can't, he can't, he can't do this. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to force the tears away.
"Why did you do this to me?" he shouted, "What was your plan!"
He suddenly threw the gun across the room, clattering loudly against the wall before crashing to the ground. He draws his legs into his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees before crashing completely. A pained whimper, sliding up the octave, bursts from his chest. It was like someone was making him relive the news all over again.
"Moran, sir. Jim Moriarty is dead."
He remembered collapsing in the shopping center, just barely holding himself up with a chair. He had quite a few stares as tears came to his eyes, forcing him to flee the area. Once in the car he went over the speed limit and drove out of town, going at 110km down the highway until he pulled over and camped there for the night. He remembered calling him, texting him and begging for him to come back. He had sat there for a few hours, screaming until his throat was raw. Jim Moriarty is everything to him.
"We haven't found a body yet, sorry sir."
He relived the other snipers calls through his head and wished they they would shut up just long enough for him to recover the gun, just wished that Jim would come back for long enough to tell him that it's ok.
"Jim, please…" he sobbed pitifully into his jeans, his fingernails dragging over the tough material as he tried to find something to hold onto. "Please, please, please, please!"
Seb's entire body shuddered and heaved with painful sobs, occasionally he would stop, only to be triggered and start again. But when his phone suddenly started vibrating in his lap, he wanted to ignore it.
JIM MORIARTY
The caller ID flashed the impossible.
He coughed and wiped his face and the phone almost slid out of his hands when he raised it to his ear.
"H-hello?" his voice was weaker than he expected it to be, broken and completely empty.
"Seb?" the voice is familiar, oh so fucking familiar. "I'm outside. I'm outside, Seb. I'm coming in."
The door opened slowly, a small slither of light filtering through and he hung up. "Jim?" Seb dropped the phone on the floor, looking up at Jim.
"It's me. It's me, honey," he walked toward him, taking measured toward his grieving partner. "I'm here."
Seb tried to get up, using the wall as a support because his knees were shaking so bad. "Am I dead?"
Jim bit his lip, realizing how bad he'd hurt Seb. He shook his head and finally closed the gap between them. Seb was still crying softly and Jim's stomach lurched when he suddenly collapsed onto his chest, gripping the collar of his suit tightly.
"It's ok now, I'm here. I'm here…" Jim placed one hand around his waist and the other was lightly stroking his hair. "Shh…"
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