He was Jim Moriarty. The best dancer attending the Holmes Fine Arts Academy. An actual prodigy in the matter, a proper genius if you will. One no many could catch up with, unless of course he wanted to let them. He also was the one and only heir of the billion pounds worth Moriarty's theatre empire. And now he was reduced to be forced to jerk himself off in a bathroom stall by no other than Sherlock stupid Holmes.

Jim cracked his neck in a shift movement, biting his bottom lip as the release of his orgasm coated his hand in white. He was most definitely going to kill Sherlock Holmes at sight.

"Do you need any help with that," Sebastian Moran stood at the sink looking as his coated hand when he left the stall to wash it clean.

"Shut up Moran!" Jim growled sending him a deathly glare.

"Woah! Someone is in a bad mood, if I didn't know you better I would think jerking off in the bathroom would lift your spirit a bit pal," Sebastian said with a cocky smirk.

"What is that even supposed to mean, moron?" Jim said pinching the bridge of his nose when he finished washing his hands, he then turned on the faucet again to splash his face with cold water, he really wasn't in mood to put up with Sebastian's shit or anyone else's for that matter.

"Fuck off Moriarty," Sebastian hissed striding to the door, there was little to nothing that could make Sebastian Moran get mad, but one thing was sure if you ever called him a moron, you would certainly suffer the consequences.

What was he going to do anyway? Step on his foot while dancing? He could definitely survive that.

He dried his face and followed Sebastian to the Studio where they were due to have the first class of the day.

Sebastian ignored him the whole time while they waited for the professor to arrive and he as well as the others changed into more comfortable clothes and started stretching for the class.

"Good morning students-," the classroom fell silent instantly when the professor crossed the Studio's entrance, everyone perfectly aware of how much he hated them murmuring in his class,"as you must be well aware of, the semester is almost through and you have to start preparing the winter charity event, now the academy is world renowned for its flawless performances and creative pieces, this year however the direction board has decided for a collaborative work between the music and dance pupils, as a display of how versatile is the academy's student body and how well prepared students are to rise to the challenge of the on growing art industry-," the man said walking around the room scanning them as if he was deciding whether they were good enough for the challenge or not, "even when taken out of their comfort zones," he smirked somehow enjoying their unison panic gasps, "the music students will arrive soon and each of you will have to chose a partner to start preparing your pieces. Now, I don't think I have to advise you to choose wisely, because you will have to be a part of whatever is their speciality, with that I mean you will have to play their instruments just as flawlessly as they do and of course, teach them to dance on a similar level of expertise as yours."

The previous complete silence broke as soon as the professor finished his speech and the room filled with a thick murmur either of frantic excited words or just complete panicked complaints. Jim just ignored his peers and continued his stretch exercises trying to ignore how Sebastian Moran kept roaming around the room whispering something in their classmates ears while looking at him with disdain.

Was he spreading some kind of rumour about him? Jim honestly didn't care, not right now anyways. Not when he was about to be assigned to a probably incompetent music student with two left feet. His dance classmates were barely able to keep up with him, how was he supposed to train a complete amateur in the matter-, after all they only had two and a half months before the event, this was going to be a complete disaster.

He was sitting on the floor finishing his hamstring stretch routine, with his face and torso completely flat over his legs, trying to contain the scream of the frustration accumulating in his chest, as his racing mind kept listing everything that could go wrong with this, so called collaboration that the academy was imposing on them and suddenly the studio's door opened and a bunch of students entered the room.

Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out.

He got up from the floor, not really wanting to inspect on the incoming people, he was sure no one of them would do and this realisation would only make him want to scream even more, so he walked to the back of the room and slid down to the floor with his back against a wall while tuning his favourite playlist in his phone and closing his eyes to enjoy the music blaring out of his earphones. He would take whoever was left, whoever it was wouldn't change the fact that they were screwed and anyways it was not as if he would be the popular choice. Everyone hated him after all.

...

Sherlock walked in the room the last, his hands buried in his pockets, he gazed around the room and quickly found a feeling of disappointment settling down in his stomach, when he couldn't find the person he was expecting to find there, he tried to ignore it and started walking towards his sister.

The collaboration was such a bad idea, he was sure of this, he was also certain it was going to be a pain in the arse, specially the picking a partner part, since everyone would most likely want to pair up with him and he would have to break some hearts in the process. He wasn't being narcissistic or anything. He was just well aware of the popularity his name brought, everyone wanted to be his friend, everyone wanted to be around him most of the time, complete strangers, new students, professors, it was annoying to be honest. Everyone just wanted to please him one hundred percent of the time because he was a Holmes.

Eurus, of course, enjoyed of this advantage just so much, but he wasn't really someone to enjoy socialising that much, people made him bored. Adulation made him angry. And desperation was just pitiful.

An excitement murmur filled the room when he walked in, the entire female population of dancers started bouncing on their toes, like some kindergarten class, excited over a surprise cookie jar the professor just brought out.

He rolled his eyes at this, but then something happened. Sebastian Moran who he recognised for being one of Jim's closest friends cleared his throat.

"Come on gals, you know mister Holmes can't just dance with all of you, don't you?" Sebastian tone sounded somehow like a threat and every single one of the girls pouted and moved on to find another partner, like he was not even there.

At least this would be and easier task, he thought, making a mental note to thank Sebastian later. Now he just needed to pick a partner. Eurus was rapidly surrounded by most of the guys and even some of the girls previously interested in him and she saw her playing "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe," to in the end opt for Sebastian.

The guy bowed and kissed her hand like a proper fairy tale prince, before he dragged her out of the crowd.

Sherlock looked around for a while, most of the the people in the room were now in pairs but he spotted his friend John in a corner talking with his not so secret crush, Mary and who seemed to be Irene Addler, this was going to be good. Yes, if James for whatever reason wasn't in the collaboration. At least he could pair up with Irene Addler, she was a pretty good dancer and not boring at all and most importantly, Jim's best friend so he at least would get a chance to be around Jim more and keep up with the game he decided to start playing this morning. Making Jim Moriarty uncomfortable had proven to be a very entertaining task.

"John, I take by your flushed cheeks and goofy smile, that Mary invited you to pair up," Sherlock said making his presence known by the trio and John just nodded like an idiot.

"Yes, I did," Mary giggled fascinated by John's flustered expression, she liked him. Good for John.

"I still don't have a partner can you believe that?" Sherlock asked them with a huge smile, this was new. He could get used to this, not being stalked all the time felt nice.

"Oh, well, that's because Sebastian threatened everyone on releasing their deepest secrets if anyone paired up with you," Irene interrupted.

"I see," Sherlock shrugged not caring that much, "at least now I can pick whoever I want, I guess," Sherlock said, "besides you are his friend, he won't be dropping any secrets he has on you right?" he asked, offering his hand to her, as if he was inviting her to dance.

Instead of taking his hand she stepped closer to him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"I'm really honoured Sherly, but this time Sebastian has a big one on me and besides I'm much more into girls," she said.

"Okay then, but at least tell me why is Sebastian Moran suddenly so interested in who I pair up with," Sherlock asked a little bit interested now that he understood why the girls would just look away from him so suddenly.

"Isn't that obvious? Jim apparently made him angry, so as a punish he wants to pair you up with him," Sherlock smirked at this and his eyes again scanned the room, he still couldn't see Jim.

"He's over there, playing invisible man," Irene said pointing at the farthest corner of the studio where Jim was sitting with his back against the wall and his face hidden by some piled up duffel bags, "Now, I think I'm going to steal your sister from that moron, wish me luck," she added addressing to Sebastian with his hand.

"Break a leg," Sherlock told her unable to control the excitement in his voice, John looked at him with a shocked expression not accustomed to see his friend excite over anything, "now don't look at me like that, the game John, is on!" he twirled around and started walking towards the other boy.