Hey! It's Lucy! This is my first fanfiction! please comment and be nice! i worked really hard on this!
I Dont own Sherlock or any of it's charcters and if i did... you dont even wanna know~
Jim Moriarty stared in disbelief at one of the most famous boarding schools in London; Baskerstreet High. Is this really the school I have to go to for ALL of my time in high school? Jim thought, I may be here on a scholarship but I will never fit in with so many rich idiots. He started deducing everything he could about his peers to calm himself. Hmm, she has mother problems, she has four cats, and he is… staring at me? Just then a boy with messy blonde hair strolled casually up to Jim and said, "Hey, you the new kid?" Jim stared at him; rich family, has a passion for guns, probably has to show me around or to my room judging by how he doesn't look like the social type who just walks up to random people to make friends. He has been standing there for the past twenty minutes. Was he waiting for someone? Probably me… Jim thought not even noticing he was staring at the boy.
The boy cleared his throat, "uh, hey. I'm Sebastian, and you are James Moriarty, right?" Sebastian ask calmly pulling out a cigarette. I blinked and panicked; if I stare at people to long the he will think I find him attractive then the same thing that happened in my last school will happen here. DO NOT STARE! Okay now calmly comment, Jim thought before answering. "My name is Jim, not James, idiot," was as all Jim could manage without showing his panic. Sebastian didn't even look taken back by Jim's rude comment.
"M'kay, this way to your dorm," Seb said as he turned and walked. "I'm not going to take orders from you," Jim said enjoying the annoyed look on Sebastian's face. "My apologies Boss, you lead the way," Seb replied with a sarcastic bow of apology. Jim couldn't help but smile, this will be interesting. "Well, now that's just rude, the monkey is supposed to wait for his orders." Jim said letting the childishness leak into his voice. Seb pause before saying, "Monkeys are lame, if you're going to call me a name at least make it a good one." Jim mentally smiled. "Alright, Tiger show me to my dorm, please," Moriarty practically sang, the last word dripping with sarcasm. "As you wish, Boss," Sebastian said not seeming to even care what Jim had said (very much to Jim's annoyance).
Sebastian led Jim around the school only talking to point at a class room and give Jim a very rude and sarcastic comment. It took about an hour and Jim was more and more worried by the second. What if people find out? What if the same thing happens here? What will I do if they start bully me? Will I make any friends? What about my roommate, will he want to switch instantly? Jim though making his worries even worse.
As if sensing his discomfort Sebastian said, "Don't worry, everyone is pretty cool here; except Carl, Philip and their friends but don't draw too much attention to yourself and they won't bother you." Jim focused on making his face have as little emotion as possible (which was very little) and looked at Sebastian calmly saying, "I'm not worried, there is nothing to worry about, they're probably just some idiots who-" before Jim could finish his insult Seb shoved him passed a door and mostly shut it. "Hey Gay Boy, I thought I heard a guy with you, did you get a boyfriend?" A big guy said as he pushed Sebastian into the wall near the door.
"Well, first of all that's none of your damn business, secondly no, third, I'm not gay; I'm bi and fourth we both know if you want to date me, all you have to do is ask Carl," Sebastian replied, his voice never wavering. "Why would anyone want to date a fag like you?" the boy Seb referred to as Carl snarled. "Maybe you should ask yourself about that," Seb shot back pushing himself off the wall. "No way, Moron we're not done here." Carl demanded slamming Seb back into the wall, not even earning him a flinch. He must be used to this or used to pain.
What should I do? Jim thought watching the whole thing play out from safely behind the door. "What else could you want? I have a guy to meet." Seb said sound only slightly annoyed. "A guy, huh? What's his name?" Carl asked with a disgusting smile that said 'tell me this and I'm probably going to end up killing them'. Seb leaned closer to Carl and whispered, "That gorgeous little brother of yours; Daniel," barely audible at my distance. Carl's visible reddened in anger. He punched Seb in the face in turn earning him a glare. "Don't you ever say anything about Daniel again!" Carl shout in pure rage. This is bad! He's going to get beaten up! Wait… just then Jim noticed something; sticking out of Seb's pants was a magnum. Why didn't he threaten them or even try to fight back for that matter? Did he want to get beaten up? No…
Jim's thoughts were interrupted by a horrible CRACK. And he looked over to see Seb's head had been slammed against the wall over and over again. Before he could even think of a reaction he heard, "Carl! Principles office, Now!" and another boy there age walked over. Silver hair from… stress? It's not dyed… medical condition. He's in a very serious relationship, lots of friends, he seems to punish Carl often, so he has authority… cop? No… ah, he's a hall monitor. Wants to be a cop, has a date later, probably-
"You can't tell me what to do, Lestrade!" Carl snarled but set Sebastian down. Seb slid down the wall and sat there looking calm but had a hint of something Jim new all too well in his eyes; blood lust. "I damn well can, Powers! Anderson, Donavon you too, NOW!" Lestrade ordered the other two that were standing there enjoying the sight of Sebastian in pain. The three walked slowly following Lestrade. All four of them left without even looking back at Sebastian. How can they just ignore him as if he weren't there? He's injured! Jim ran over to Seb who was calmly getting up. "Are you alright, Tiger?" Jim asked trying successfully to add sarcasm over his worry. "Yeah, no biggy, Boss. C'mon your dorm is this way." Sebastian said as if he hadn't just almost been killed.
"Why didn't you use your gun?" Seb looked at Jim for minute before saying, "How did you know about my gun?" "Saw it, I can see other things about you too," Jim said with a sly smile. Tiger seemed to think before saying, "Like what?" Jim grinned, show time. "You smell like gun powder and you have a very clean magnum in which you take very good care of so you have a passion for guns, You go to school here and have the expensive cloths to fit in at this school, you said yourself that your bi, You have scars on your face you could easily pay to get rid of, along with that glare just daring someone to talk to you so I would say you are quite anti-social. Now answer my question Tiger: Why didn't you use the gun?" "How did you do that?" oh no, Jim had temporarily forgotten how much people hates him deducing them. "I- Uh, deduced you," Jim said in a small, nervous voice. "Cool," Sebastian said with a not-entirely-threatening smile. "You uh, think?" Jim questioned unable to hide the hope from his voice. "Yeah, It's like Sherlock can do. Oh, right your question; I would get kicked out of this school and then I would have to be home-schooled or some shit because this is the only school that I haven't been kick out of within towns. And my mother would be devastated."
"Is it mostly because of your mother?" He asked curiously. "Kinda, my mum's a bit protective." Seb said before stopping and handing me a key. "This is the key to your room, your stuff has already been dropped off. I'm right down the hall if you need me, here's a pieces of paper with all the rooms of everyone in this dorm hall." Seb said taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and writing on it then he handed it to me and walked into a room without another word. This is a small dorm hall; I thought they would be bigger. Well, the less people the better.
When he was comfortably situated on the unoccupied half of the room he looked at the paper, it read,
Students of dorm hall B, floor 2:
221B: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
222B: Daniel Powers and James Jim Moriarty
223B: Irene Adler and AntheaBasilClaraRoseMay Anthea
224B: Mycroft Holmes and Sebastian Moran
225B: Greg Lestrade and Molly Hooper
(Author: I made up Daniel because I have no other names to use and I thought 'why not' so I'm sorry) Jim smiled to himself. That was nice of him; now I can meet everyone and already know their names and where they live already. He thought about how the school year might go for what could have been hours. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock at his door. He stood up and opened the door. A boy around age was standing there; he looked slightly familiar. Ah, Carl's younger brother; Daniel. He seems nice but dull. Let's see; hair: trying to rebel against controlling parents, Clothes: Rich but wants others to know he doesn't care, in a relationship, loves coffee, ate in a hurry, must have forgotten his keys.
"Oh thank god," his voice was pleasant enough not to want to strangle him at first sight. "Your welcome, but I prefer to be called Jim." Daniel laughed. "Oh yeah, right sorry, I'm-" "Daniel Andrew Powers, you are also in a relationship with Anthea, studying business; probably to take over the family business that your brother is too incompetent to take over." I stop myself from saying anything else from not wanting to be hated completely on the first day.
Oddly enough he smiles. "True, true, true and sadly true. Did you talk to Sherlock and get that stuff?" He walks into the room and pulls out his homework. "No, I just… aren't you going to ask how I-?" "You deduced it." "How did you know?" "Sherlock does the same thing." "Hmm… I might have to meet this Sherlock" That earned a simple sigh from Daniel. "Jim, yes?" "Obviously." "Pleasure, have you met the rest of the dorm hall?" "No." He stood up and nodded, "Well, I'll get them to this dorm hall's main room, just go to room 227B." Then he walks off to get everyone else as I head to the room he told me to. He said main room but it was more like a house; warm blue wallpaper, brown carpet floors, a kitchen to the side, a bathroom, a dining room, laundry room, a fully stocked living room with several couches, and a game room off to the right of the doorway.
Jim didn't have long to gape at the sight cause his thoughts were broken by, "Hey Boss, like the lobby?" Jim only barely managed to nod and Seb simply laughed. After about five minutes everyone was sitting at their own spots with their friends; two on each couch. "Okay, so you already know me but I'll say my name anyway; I'm Daniel, this is my girlfriend, Anthea?" He said pointing at the girl next to him who shook her head and whispered something to him and went back to her phone. "Kay, her name is Zelda today, anyway, John and Sherlock," pointing at two who were practically on top of each other.
"Hi," John said with a smile then turned back to Sherlock. "Those two are boyfriends by the way. Oh! And just so you know all of us are in a relationship except Seb." Daniel said with a smile. "But he insists on claiming to my brother that me and him are dating," he rolled his eyes but was still smiling. "Those two are Mycroft and Greg, and they are Molly and Irene and you know Seb already," Daniel gestured from two guys who were quiet, to two girls who were giggling about something to Tiger. "Yes I already know, Tiger~," Jim almost sang looking at Seb. Every rose there eyebrows at Seb until he said, "Boss and I have gotten very close in the hour it took to show him around." Everyone sighed and there was a silence till and old woman walked in the room. "And I'm Mrs. Hudson, dear. I'm your dorm hall's Guardian." Then without another word she shuffled off to the kitchen.
Jim turned to look at Sherlock; nothing! I can tell he's waaaaaay in love with John but nothing else… same with Irene; Smitten with Molly but nothing! Argh! He looked at everyone and sighed. "What's up, Boss?" Jim made his face go blank. "Nothing, Moran." Seb smiled before asking, "Want some food?" Jim couldn't help but make a face. "No, food is boring. Simply transport." Everyone gaped at him before Greg saying, "Well, looks like we picked up another Sherlock."
Yay! Time skip (about ten minutes cause I said so!) Yay!
Sherlock and Jim been having a deducing war for the past ten minutes and neither seemed to be losing anytime soon. "He doesn't like his parents much and he hasn't been in a long lasting relationship ever except for you!" Jim yelled running out of thing to deduce about John. "Hmm… Turn to Seb?" Sherlock asked, both already have deducing everyone except Seb and Anthea. "Okay, he has a passion for guns and he either has violent tendencies or is always violent; just hides it." Jim says calmly again. They had been taking the deductions two at a time so the other had room to respond.
"He hates his family and his father was quite abusive to him," Sherlock said still with a little bit of annoyance in his voice. Jim glanced at Sebastian to see he was biting his lip. "Seb has a bit of a crush on Watson and he would like to go into the military but doesn't want to at the same time; conflicted," Jim said smiling at the annoyed look on Seb, Sherlock and even John's face.
They kept arguing like this for another ten minutes before Mycroft cut in. "Enough! Both of you! What are you, children? Both of you separate rooms now!" Hey scolded before Jim scurried away. Jim didn't know that Seb followed him. "Hey, you okay?" Seb asked in and oddly kind tone. "Of course, I'm perfectly fine." Jim muttered trying his best at a nonchalant tone. "So you didn't just run away in fear of Mycroft?" "No! I… just… Kinda… left out of respect for him," Jim said realizing how obvious a lie it was and sighing.
"Okay, Boss. Wanna go get you some decent close so you at least kind of fit in hear?" "I… uh don't have any money right now," Jim muttered, embarrassed. "Well, I can pay Boss." Seb said in a clam and truly nonchalant voice that matched his face and the calm even went to his eyes. "Um, you don't have to spend money on me, I did cause you trouble today." "Don't worry 'bout it, I'm used to that. Now, c'mon you need new clothes," Seb said kindly gesturing Jim to follow. And Jim did.
Yay! This is a time skip to when they get there cause I don't wanna write a 'awkward car' seen! !
When they got there they both stood in front of the huge, brick building that was known as the clothes store. "Wow," Jim said breathlessly staring. "Don't stop, people are gonna run into you, Jim." Just hearing Sebastian say his name made his heart beat a tiny bit faster. Jim simply blamed his nervousness of being in a new city, school and currently; store. So why did he find it impossible to reply? "I… um… wow," Jim mumbled. "Hey Boss, you've gone all red. You sick?" Sebastian's honest concern made his face burn even more. "Uh, n-no I'm fine," Jim managed willing the burning to stop.
Seb smile warmly. "What?" Jim asked when Seb had been staring at him for a minute. "Hm? Oh, uh nothing." Seb claimed trying to act natural but Jim could tell something was up. "What? C'mon you can tell me," Jim said trying not to sound bossy. "Uh, I-it's nothing. C'mon lets go in." Then before Jim could answer Seb dragged him into the store.
Wow! It's even fancier on the inside! "Nice, I guess," Jim mumbled. Sebastian smiled and led him to the teens clothes.
"Sebbie, Can I get this?"
"No Boss, we are here for appropriate school clothes, not suits."
"But… It's Westwood!"
"You don't need any suits in till a dance or party." Seb claimed calmly.
"But Sebbie! Have you seen how good I look in a suit?"
"No… but it's still a no."
"Sebastian~"
Seb sighed at the use of his full name and knew this was a fight he would never win. "Fine you can get ONE." "All eleven it is then~" "Jim, no." "C'mon Tiger," Jim coaxed hoping Seb would give in soon. Another sigh. "Fine, but you have to get other clothes too," Seb decided reluctantly. "Okay, Sebbie. What should I get?" "I don't know, you've never been anywhere this expensive so choose whatever you like." Jim grinned evilly and skipped away.
Seb stood there. Why am I staring at his ass as he skips away? Well he IS pretty cute. And damn, I will never be able to thank tight fitting jeans enough. No, Seb stop! Don't think like that! You just met the guy today, don't go around fantasizing about him. Damn he's out of sight. Hmm Was he sick? He was very red all day. I hope he's okay. Why am I worried about him? I was the one who almost got a concussion today! Damn Powers. I should just shoot the fucker. I would if I wasn't friends with his damn little brother!
After a few minutes Seb got bored and went to get his phone. He wanted to sit down but he felt like he just wasn't supposed to so he kept standing. After a few more seconds he thought he felt something in his back pocket but brushed it off when he moved slightly and felt nothing. After a minute he heard sprinting foot steps away from him. He couldn't help but smirk; some had probably saw him a recognized him. He went to checking his phone and seeing what happened to who with his friends.
About ten minutes later Jim came back. "Ready to go?" "Yeah let me pay," Seb said getting up from his seat where he was previously playing on his phone. "no need I took your wallet and paid for me."
Ten Minutes Ago in Jim's thoughts
Hmm I still feel all hot… What did I eat that would make me fell all uncomfortable like this? Am I sick? Yeah Probably. What could I have gotten sick with? I only started feeling weird when I met Sebbie… Why is my heart beat speeding at the thought of Sebastian? Well maybe- Ooh, look at that! That's my favorite band! It's an ac/dc t-shirt. Hmm I don't want Sebastian to know I like that band… Why don't I want to know I like that band? What is wrong with me? Since when do I care what boring people think? Oh, I get it; I'm going crazy! Well even more crazy that I already was. He said he would buy for me… so maybe I should take his wallet; it's not like he'll notice.
So Jim snuck up behind Seb who was staring oddly at where Jim had been less than five minutes ago. He slowly walked up behind him and looked at Seb's back pocket. He gulped. Stop staring at his ass. Why does his wallet have to be there? Couldn't he be a normal person and have it in his bag? Jim reached over and hesitated when Seb started walking to a chair. No! Don't sit damnit! Jim held his breathe in till Seb continued standing Where he had been ten seconds ago. Jim very quietly moved and gently reached his hand in Seb's back pocket. He could feel his face burning.
Don't move Sebbie! Jim pulled Seb's wallet out of his pocket and turned around and silently walked away. Once he turned the corner he ran like hell. He went back to trying to pick things out. Ooh! Those are nice jeans! *Gasp* That is the most expensive pair of shoes I've ever seen! How much does Sebbie have? Jim reached in his pocket and pulled out Sebastian's wallet. Let's just say he REALLY didn't need to worry about cash. Holy fuck! Well I guess no harm can come to buying those shoes!
Maybe I shouldn't buy these pants; what if I spend too much of Seb's money? What if he gets mad at me or if he thinks they look terrible on me? Why am I worried about that? Why the hell do I care?!
The rest of this time was spent with Jim Worried about Seb and not understanding why! Now, BACK TO THE PREASENT!
Jim hadn't meant to say that; it just came out. "What?" Seb checked his back pocket and watched as Jim pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "You have my wallet." "Yes, I did say that didn't I?" "When did you ta-," "Seb are you coming?" Jim was walking out the door somehow carrying two huge-ass bags. "Here let me," Seb walked over and took both bags. "I can take them, Tiger~" Seb smiled at his new nickname. "It's fine, wouldn't want you to carry anything too heavy."
They drove back to school chatting about what Jim's life was like before he moved (Jim only talked about the rare happy bits).
Then They Got To School! (Someday I will decide when is enough for one chapter!)
Jim ran straight back to his room to 'unpack' well that was what he said; he really just needed to think and he couldn't do that with Seb around.
Jim changed into pajamas and went to lay on his bed. Hmm… I wonder what Sebastian's doing… Wait I think I know what's wrong with me! There's only one explanation! I'm just extremely nervous about tomorrow! That has to be it; so it should be gone in a couple days! After deciding that Jim let his mind choose what to thin k about and he started thinking about Sebastian. Sebastian was really nice to me; he even carried my bags. I wonder why.
Sebastian Moran. Why is he so interesting? I don't understand why I can't stop thinking about him. I only met him several hours ago yet the only thing I can think about is him. They way Sebastian looks at me is weird too; it's like he thinks I'm fascinating or something.
Jim sat there thinking about Seb in till he accidently fell asleep. He had an interesting dream that he didn't even understand why he had.
Jim's Dream!
Jim stood there in a dark room that he was used to; he'd had this dream every night for years. The room stayed dark so Jim 'conjured' up a light. The room lit easily and he walked around in the familiar house in which he used to live in. He walk to the only interesting room and also the only one that ever changed; his bedroom. When he walked in he saw pictures of Sebastian lining the wall. Confused, he tried to think of something fun; Tigers. It only brought pictures of Seb dressed less appropriate than the previous pictures.
Jim scowled. Why won't you change? He thought about it for a while before he gave up and called upon his brain for answers. Sebastian half naked –shirtless! Get your head out of the gutter!- appeared in front of Jim. 'Care to tell me why Sebastian Moran is everywhere?' he asked knowing it would respond even if technically he was talking to himself. 'You know why.' 'Seb' said in him warm, kind voice. 'I wouldn't ask if I did' 'Think, Jim, Think' Jim became even more confused. 'I only met him today- and now I'm dreaming about him and asking you why; tell me damnit!'
Not Seb sighed. 'Jim c'mon think!' 'Tell me!' Not-Seb shook his head, 'you're in denial; you know if you won't think of the fact I can't tell you cause you don't consciously know' 'I'm not conscious' sigh. 'I'm aware, now is not the time to argue with yourself Jim, if you want me to tell you them you have to admit it to yourself' Not-Sebbie said actually growing annoyed.
'How am I supposed to admit it to myself if I don't know what I'm admitting?' Jim asked knowing full well that if he didn't want to admit it then it was stupid to try to convince his brain to tell him. 'Jim I'm getting annoyed. Just think for god's sake!' 'I am thinking, I just don't know what about.' Yet another sigh. 'Think about Sebastian Moran,' Not-Tiger growled.
'okay, I'm thinking about him.' 'describe him to me.' Jim couldn't help but smile, 'he has messy blonde hair; but it's a sandy color, deep blue eyes that could almost destroy a human with a single glance, he is super sweat, loves guns, is incredible se-' Oh fuck. Jim realized what Not-Moran was trying to tell him. 'No,' was all he could manage. 'Okay, now you know why your dreaming about him and why you've been hot every. Time. He. Talks. To. You.~' Not-Sebastian sound more seductive than Jim would have liked and he gulped. 'Please don't do that' he whispered. 'Do what, Boss?' Not-so-but-really-should-be-Seb said getting closer to Jim.
Then it all stopped when he heard an annoying noise. The alarm clock. Jim ground and got up but quickly went back under the covers. No, no, no, no,no! I can't have a hard-on just from a dream! Please no! Jim sighed and knew it was going to be a terrible day.
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