That's right fanfiction wanderers, chapter 2. I hope you're ready to plunge back into the dangerous world of lipstick and fashionable shoes.

Wssh Chapter 2

John Watson

His heart was racing like a dozen stallions cantering down Broadway. And not seeming to tire, his pulse continued to pound in his ears as he made his way backstage and prepared to walk the walk.

He sucked in a breath.

I can do this. I can do this. If I can kill off a few Sherlock obsessed fangirls, then I can do this.

John why did you have to murder them? The angel on his shoulder asked sadly.

I told you before it was self-defence. He replied crossly, wondering why this had to happen now.

John, the hedgehog cosplaying you've been doing doesn't appear to be good for your metal state. Next thing you know; you'll grow a moustache.

Don't be silly, I'd only do that after a tragedy.

Before they could converse more, a man in a jacket grabbed him by the shoulder and steered him up onto the stage.

"And now we begin our showcase of the new upcoming models all desperate for employment." The announcer began. "Starting with 'warm and cosy' featuring…JOHN WATSON!"

There should be a doctor in there somewhere his mind pointed out.

There was an awkward smatter of applause before the man in the jacket motioned for him to move. Taking a breath John tried to ignore the fear coiled like a snake in his stomach and stepped out into the limelight.

Jim Moriarty

There should be a doctor in there somewhere Moriaty's mind pointed out. Whenever he himself was introduced there had always been a tendency for people to forget his title of 'Professor'. He had never bothered to correct them, mostly because he was aware it would not stop the event reoccurring.

People tended to act in a predictable way when they saw him. Their eyes would go wide; their jaws slack. A sharp intake of breath would soon follow before an awe filled gasp of "…Moriarty." Moriarty had long since accepted this would be how he was to be received and introduced, maybe that was why he had so certainly believed that Sebastian was the man for him. A man who didn't stare at him in constant awe. He was the perfect boyfriend, who could be better. He had admittedly once considered Sherlock when they had briefly dated but never anyone else…until now.

Moriarty gazed expressionlessly over at his boyfriend. He was tweeting again, a dull habit he appeared to have picked up from the other models he had employed. From the positioning of his shoulders Moriarty knew he was giving some hapless celebrity fashion advice. Again.

Sebastian had sharp eyes and an almost heartless demeanour. Both were some of the reasons he had been employed. Both were some of the reasons they had started dating. Both were traits that Moriarty believed his 'type' had to have. Yet now…now he had the strangest of feelings in his gut as he watched John Watson make his way steadily down the catwalk.

Hedgehogs were oxymorons, and John Watson was clearly a hedgehog. His posture was near perfect, he looked like a battle hardened solider. As if hitting him would feel like punching steal. Yet at the same time he looked soft, fluffy. His jumper made him seem almost like a little cloud floating along. He seemed warm and cosy.

One part of Jim's mind immediately went into business mode. His line of clothing was too formal for this day and age. Too set in one type of affair to reach the wider audience he needed. And his models, all perfect, rugged specimens, completely and utterly wrong for the task of wearing the warm and cuddly line that would have to come in for autumn and winter.

John Watson, on the other hand, was perfect. Maybe he could even wear his new brand of shoes. He had briefly discussed it with a few advisors and they all seemed to believe shoes that 'looked' like they were made of human skin was too advanced for this day and age. Jim completely disagreed, did they not understand how vintage one could look wearing Shakespeare's skin on their feet?

Regardless John Watson would be a nice new muse. His old one wouldn't stop shuddering in terror every time he entered the room.

John Watson had reached the end of the catwalk and was making his way back up, hips swaying. Jim was examining his technique when he caught Sherlock staring at him across the room. Moriarty couldn't stop his signature smile spreading across his face. Unable to stop himself he blew a kiss at his old boyfriend's expressionless face.

Maybe he was imagining it but he thought he saw red spilling across Sherlock's sharp cheekbones. Jim snapped his fingers.

"Seb."

"Yes Jim?" Sebastian asked turning to look at him. He held Sherlock's gaze for a final second then grabbed Sebastian's jaw and kissed him hard.

John Watson

"Mr Holmes and Mr Moriarty wish to speak to you."

John's heart leaped in his chest, like when the cow jumped over the moon.

"Right then, lead the way." He replied, managing not to stutter.

He was led through several backstage hallways before they reached a sparse dressing room where both the Sherlock and the Moriarty stood ignoring each other.

"There you are." Sherlock's voice was cool and low as he stepped towards John, collar upturned on his coat, making him seem even more brooding than ever.

"Jim Moriarty, hi." Moriarty also moved closer to him, his pose noticeable in comparison to Sherlock standing on his own, "I have a proposition for you."

"As do I." Sherlock interjected, throwing Moriarty a hard stare.

Ignoring you Moriarty continued. A sharp smile on his face, his Irish accent more noticeable than ever, "Sebastian here noticed you- "

"I did?" Sebastian interrupted, looking confused.

"-and brought you to my attention, and I think you could be the perfect new addition to So Arty. My business is in need of a person of your skill set, but if you join us you will not just be giving. Oh no, we can provide more training to improve your skills and top of the range modelling opportunities people only dream of.Your popularity will rise rocket fast and in no time you'll have fanboys hiding in the bushes outside your apartment hoping to get fashion tips. What do you say?"

John opened his mouth to reply, but Sherlock got there first.

"Moran suggested him? When was that exactly? During your extensive make out session."

Moriarty pouted, "Jealousy doesn't suit you Sherlock, it makes this vein in your neck pop a bit. "

"We all know you would have killed to be in my place." Sebastian added smugly.

Sherlock turned his cold gaze on Sebastian, a sense of disgust suddenly radiating from him, "Is your hand trembling Moran? Haven't smoked in a few hours have you? Trying to cut back, eh? Jim here does hate the smell, but I suppose all that gambling you've been doing has got you a tad nervous. Hmm? Losing a lot of money. After all, why would you be wearing a three seasons old suit when you went shopping…yesterday from the price tag still on your shoes. You're clearly planning to return those to save money and- "

"Seb." Moriarty ordered, at the exact moment feral rage exploded on Sebastian face and he took a threatening step forward.

It was Sherlock's turn to give the opposition a smug smile.

"Anyway, John, I want you to be my partner not employee."

For a moment John couldn't breathe. Partner? Equal? Never in his wildest dreams had he ever considered something like this.

"I-I yes. Of course yes."

The room was completely silent before Sherlock swept past.

"Let's go Watson."

John turned nervously back to face Moriarty who was staring at him expressionless. He had never realised how terrifying his black eyes were.

"I'm sorry- "John began.

"No, no honey. I underestimated you. My offer still stands though; if WSSH turns out not to appeal to you please come and visit." Moriarty gave him one last smile before he and his pose made their way out the door.

What John didn't see was that smile evaporated before Moriarty even reached the door.

If theres any specific character you want me to include go ahead and tell me, but remember that a bro and a Obama are only complete together.