[ omg, thank you everyone for your nice reviews3 I hope I won't disapoint you guys with this chapter XD This basically takes place when Jim is staying at Kitty's place and before Sherlock arrives.

Thanks again guys for the support3]

II

Restoring at least some sort of routine into their life was turning out to be somewhat difficult task. Jim went about his plans for Sherlock Holmes even though Sebastian could hardly give a flying crap. Yet Jim wouldn't shut up about it. Seb knew he didn't feel bad about not telling that he was going to rob the Tower of London and Seb had accepted it. The only thing that pissed him off was the way Jim kept talking about Sherlock. But confronting Jim about this would be useless. He'd sense the jealousy and it would give him even more pleasure to see Seb writhe in the deepest depths of jealousy. That's why, Seb had promised himself to keep his mouth shut. Jim was working towards his ultimate goal to kill Sherlock Holmes and that took most of his energy these days. As a soldier, Sebastian followed Jim's orders just like normally and went along with him without asking too much questions. Questions seemed to irritate Jim these days. There were days when Jim would be gone for days and then there were days when he'd return back to the flat just to make food for Sebastian

While scooping down his mashed potatoes from his plate and into his mouth Sebastian looked up to Jim who was putting the dishes away. His messy hair and unshaved face made Sebastian want to take him on this table right now, but he stopped his urges.

Jim was still keeping him in the dark about his plans. Well, most of it at least. Even if he told he'd always tell Seb the truth. Over the years he'd learnt not to trust Jim Moriarty too much. There had to be something more to this. He wasn't just telling him all the bloody details. Seb called him a prat, but Jim liked to the term mysterious. Either way, it made their life a little more interesting.

Sebastian watched Jim while he took out the cupcakes from the oven. He looked awfully sexy doing this and perhaps he saw Sebastian's stare, because he suddenly stopped and glanced at him. " What?"

" Are you going to tell me about that moronic idea of yours?"

" Oh?"

" The idea that includes cupcakes." Seb wasn't sure did he want to know, but he couldn't fight the curiosity. Jim stayed silent. He did it in purpose. Seb succumbed to his own curiosity. " Well?"

Jim smirked and licked his lips. He put down the cupcake tray and slowly - too slowly and way too dramatically - turned towards Sebastian.

" When this plan - "

" - if. I still think it's not going to work."

" When this grand plan of mine is done and we're free. I was thinking we should move. Away. From London. I was planning Helsinki."

Sebastian was waiting for him to burst into that same maniac laugh and yell 'Gotcha!', but it never came.

" You - "

" Your mashed potatoes just dropped on your lap."

" Helsinki?"

" Dear lord, Seb. You're such a mess."

" But - "

" I think you ruined your trousers."

" Why the hell would you want to go Helsinki?"

Jim was about to lick the napkin when Sebastian asked his question. He halted.

" What?" he clearly hadn't been listening at all. No surprise there.

" Why Helsinki? Why not..Abu Dhabi? It's basically the same."

" It's not the same." Moriarty snorted.

" Same climate - "

" No."

" Same culture - "

" Noot even close."

" Same..amount of..goats -"

" Do you even know where Helsinki is, Seb?" Jim asked, grinning like an idiot. The truth was, Seb had no idea where this place was and he was fairly certain he didn't even want to know.

" I don't care. Why'd you want to go there in the first place?"

" Does it matter?"

" Yes." Sebastian answered flatly. " Because it's you. And you always have an ulterior motive to everything. Even while brushing your teeth, you're thinking about..how can you get back to the toothpaste company who wronged you."

" That happened only once. " Jim snorted. " Fine." He rolled his eyes. Sebastian felt proud of himself. He actually managed to squeeze some information out from the great Jim Moriarty. Sebastian Moran watched as the other man leaned on the counter, trapping Sebastian's eyes into his and smirked that regular cat-like smirk. It always drove Seb crazy. " It's a quiet place. Remote. No one will ever suspect anything. We'll live there in peace."

" We?"

" Oh please, Sebby. You were in the minute I told you it had to with my cupcakes."

Of course. Did Jim actually think Sebastian would leave him alone in some new city? Some new, unexpected country that had no idea who Jim Moriarty was? Not a chance. God knows what kind of an damage he managed to do there. Sebastian didn't want Jim have all the fun.

An sigh escaped Seb's lips. " So let me get this straight - "

" Straight? Hah."

" Shut your trap." Seb barked. " So, you're going to open a.. -"

" Cupcake cafe."

Sebastian glared at Jim. He pursed his lips and tried to hold a smirk.

" A cupcake cafe in..Helsinki? You? Of all people?"

"A cafe more or less. It's not just cupcakes, Seb." Jim corrected and picked one of his newer ones from the tray and examined it. " Other things too."

" And they're filled with..what? Some sort of poison that makes everyone lose their left toe? Or that their eyebrows will never grow again?" There had to be catch here.

But Jim stayed quiet that time which made Sebastian even more suspicious. He had never seen him like this. They were both under stress, Jim the most since he was working with his great plans, but there was something else to this. Sebastian was sure of it.

There was a moment of silence and he doubted he'd get any more information out of Jim. " Fine. Don't tell me." He told, trying not to sound like he was actually insulted that Jim didn't tell him more.

Sebastian got up from the stool and headed towards the bedroom, slammed the door behind him and muttered something about Jim being self-centered again. He was too frustrated to talk to Jim anymore. That prick could what ever he wanted, but since he wasn't going to tell anything, why would Seb bother talking to him anymore. Let him have his fun with that asshole Sherlock and his boyfriend.

He heard the door. Jim left. No doubt back to his own little plans. To his new alter ego. God, what the hell was it called again? Oh that's right, Richard Brooks. Stupid name.

Sebastian fumed for a while until he realized that he was still hungry. He hadn't even finished his dinner before this fight. Alright, perhaps this hadn't been an actual fight. An actual fight with Jim Moriarty included more shouting. More angry insults. Perhaps gun fight. And most definitely more angry sex. Not this time though. This time something felt different. Sebastian sighed and opened the bedrooms door. Jim was gone, obviously. He sauntered back to the kitchen where his plate still was and picked it up. The plate was cold. His food was cold.

Sebastian, in the corner of his eye saw something on the table, right next to his plate and he glanced towards with a frown. A note.

I was going to name the cafe MorMor.