Richard Brook chapter 2

Chapter Two- Well seems I can't stop now. I am still not sure how long this will go on for- if it does continue it will be rather slow moving. Also, as an FYI I am using information found on both Molly and John's blogs (in addition to the show). The theory that Richard is the real person comes from a tumblr post- I will leave a link at the end so you can go check it out yourself. Please leave a review because I am still super nervous about these- especially because I am working with such excellent characters and I am trying so hard to do them justice.

The lovely thing about creating things is that you can keep reworking them until they are what you want them to be. Until they are perfect, and that is why Jim Moriarty had no flaws- because Richard Brook created him that way. Jim Moriarty's only weakness was his changeability- because he wasn't real. And it's fun, not being real. When nothing is real, nothing matters. No one cries when you kill an imaginary friend- and real people were Jim's imaginary people (because Jim didn't have friends (except one (sort of (Sebastian))). And Jim being so very changeable meant that Jim could create other personas so very easily. That's how Jim from IT was born.

Jim was always so very bored. Bored with people, with life, because god people were all such IDIOTS. It was so exhausting to have to deal with them all the time. Like living in a world where everyone was ants and you were the only person (no one to play with, no one to talk to, boring (lonely)) The only enjoyment Jim got out of life were his games and oh did he have a lot of them. Had to by necessity, because otherwise the pounding in his head got worse and worse. He lived for distractions and was always on the search for a good one. And then there was Sherlock- the best distraction. Jim loved and hated Sherlock. He was an equal (maybe), someone to play with and these things made Jim very happy. Very happy and very angry. Both were great because so often Jim was drowning in boredom. So there was Sherlock, but how to play with him (break him)? And then there was Molly. And that's how Jim from IT was born.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I've got date tonight- or at least; I will."

"Dressed like you're (?)- Whatever. Just don't get killed, you still owe me money."

"Love you too Seb!"

"I will shoot you." –but he was already gone.

Molly was happy (sort of) that Meena had convinced her to get a cat (again). She had missed having a cat (Sam). Having Toby was great. He was a huge source of comfort, always there when she came home- ready to snuggle and curl up next to her. He never got bored with Molly. Toby loved Molly. And that was such a good feeling, because lately, the loneliness had started pressing in on her more than usual. Maybe it was because she saw how Sherlock was able to find a friend and if Sherlock could find someone who would put up with him (besides her) then shouldn't she be able to? But no, no one wanted Molly.

Then, just when she was convinced that Toby would be the only one who would ever be interested in her- he had appeared. On her blog of all places (and she had been so certain no one read that). March 26th. And he had called her nose cute. And he had noticed Molly- knew who she was. And he had wanted to meet up (with Molly) and get coffee.

She had had no idea what to expect. In fact all the way to the canteen she had questioned herself about how stupid she was for going to meet up with someone she didn't know who randomly posted on her blog. It could have been a stalker (as if anyone would ever waste that much time on Molly), or worse (?) a practical joke (oh god, flashbacks of high school). In reality who she had met that day was far far worse than either of those things but Molly hadn't know that because she didn't really meet the person she met. She didn't meet Jim Moriarty (consultant criminal), no she met Jim….Jim from IT.

Jim from IT had been kind. Had been sweet and funny and smart and where he had been when she had needed him? He was just like her (socially awkward)! It had all seemed so –lovely, too good to be true (which of course it had been).

She had walked into that room prepared for all the horrible things she had imagined (stalker, joker, ect.) but not at all prepared for Jim (from IT). He had been leaning against the wall by the entrance, waiting (for her). His kind face lit with a smile as she approached and he righted himself to step forward and shake hands. "You're Jim?" she asked and his smile had stretched as he shrugged awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah! And you, you're Molly. It's um…really nice to meet you." She nodded and together they approached the coffee stand. "So you, you read my blog? Why? I mean it's not like I ever post anything that interesting." She asked as they placed their orders and he put down money for hers before she could. "Well," He started as he grabbed his coffee and they sat down at a little table "I think it's fascinating." At her confused look he continued "Your work in the morgue." She let out a small laugh her eyes trained on her cup "oh, really? That's a first. Most people I meet find it rather…creepy." But he shook his head at her words "I don't think so at all! I…I find it rather heroic honestly. I mean just look at me! All I do if fix computers all night, but you, you give people closure."

An hour and a half later and she left lighter then she had in- years maybe. It felt so good to vent, to have somebody listen for once. (Molly craved attention, had wanted it desperately since childhood, and like the cats she had had over the years- she was intensely loyal to anyone who gave it to her.) She genuinely liked Jim and thought that perhaps finally- she had met someone who would want Molly (for love or friendship- at this point she's be happy with either) For the first time in a long time, Molly had hope. Real, strong, living hope.

Jim Moriarty was impressed by the sheer stupidity of this woman. How could anyone be so naive? First- being stupid enough to go meet someone you met online, they could be anyone! They could be dangerous (hehehehe (get it?)) second of all- the clothes he was wearing, the way he was moving, the way he talked- it was pretty damn obvious Jim from IT was gay. Apparently she was a complete moron because she still flushed red as Jim (from IT) told flattering lies.

It seemed to drag on and on for Jim. Ten minutes of sitting still focusing on one thing (especially when it was something like Molly) hurt his head. He could feel the tingles under his skin- the warnings of headache. Irritating.

Jim Moriarty almost found her fascinating in her absolute patheticness. Why was she even alive? Molly was dull, socially awkward, and pathetically lonely. She was such a strange thing to him because he could not imagine continuing to live if there was nothing to distract him. If he was forced to live a life like Molly's he'd have killed himself so long ago. Even now with all the distractions he had built into his life- it was never enough. Dear god was she still going on about that cat? She really was a nervous blabber wasn't she? His head was pounding…fuck the pounding in his head hurt. Irritating. He had no more patients to deal with her right now. Shut up woman. .NOW.

"I'm sorry I've just been rambling on about myself this whole time! I am so sorry! What-what about you?"

"Don't be sorry! I…I really like listening to you." Queue pathetic cliché blush. "Listen Molly I've really got to go, technically I wasn't suppose to take a break but-well, I really wanted to meet you." Christ her smile was so pitiful. It made him want to blow her head off (which actually meant contacting one of his people to do that for him)

The whole ride back to his 'apartment' his mood whiplashed. His phone kept buzzing- it was so irritating. Finally on the elevator ride up he glanced at the moron who'd tried to clog his inbox.

[GR-JM] {Mr. M, I need you assistance}

[GR-JM] {Please, Mr. M, I'll make it worth your while.}

[GR-JM]{Mr. M PLEASE. This is urgent! I can pay you! Please respond!}

Frowning he flipped threw his contacts before sending a text of his own-

[JM-PX]{ job for you- [GR]. Get rid of him. TODAY}

[PX-JM] {on it.}

His head hurt. It FUCKING HURT. He drained a glass (crystal, Glencairn style, -)of scotch(Chivas Regal Royal Salute, 50 years old, Price: 6234.8000 pounds(he wasn't going to waste his good stuff)) while the bath filled with freezing water. He dropped the glass to the floor (Macassar ebony, originally from Sri Lanka, 93.52 pounds per square foot,-) kneading his forehead.

When Sebastian came back that evening he found Jim (Moriarty) resting, asleep in a freezing overflowing tub fully clothed; he hadn't even bothered to remove his shoes. Reaching over he turned off the water. He watched his bosses face for a moment before turning and leaving Jim to his dreams. It was about damn time he fell asleep, Sebastian wasn't going to wake him. Besides, he wasn't paid enough to deal with a crabby Jim Moriarty.