John, the Army Doctor

John decided that James Moriarty was the most creepiest human he had ever had the misfortune to meet.

First of all, he ran an underground criminal 'business'. Secondly, he was always changing his voice as if telling a fairy tale to a child. John shuddered at the thought of Moriarty reading bedtime stories to innocent little kids. And then there was the thing he said about Sherlock's heart. John would grudgingly admit that the villain really thought things through. The way the little red dots danced across Sherlock's head and John's heart was pretty clever. John hated to think about what Moriarty had in store for him. His words bounced around in John's head all day. Burn you. Burn the heart out of you.

John understood that he was Sherlock's heart. He was a doctor; he felt the need to connect with people, to make them feel better. That didn't mean that he was useless though. He had been in the army. John had seen horrible, gruesome things. He could prepare himself to fight against whatever James Moriarty had in store for him.

Or so he thought.

Moriarty, the Consulting Criminal

James Moriarty loved what he did for a while. It was better than being ordinary, like Sherlock Holmes. God, did that man get under his skin. James would never say that he didn't like it though, oh no no no! Sherlock was interesting, entertaining, if only for a little while. James loved watching Sherlock work all his puzzles and games out. But still, Moriarty liked winning games. Watching Sherlock dance by himself got B.O.R.I.N.G! James wanted to join him in one last game. He wanted to prove how much better he was than Sherlock Holmes.

And at the same time he didn't. Deep, deep down he wished he could be beaten. Be proved wrong. James had never been wrong in his life and he was curious about how it would feel. It would be new and interesting, just like Sherlock.

James Moriarty, consulting criminal, decided that if he were to be proven wrong, he would want Sherlock Holmes to be the one to do so.

Sherlock, the Consulting Detective

John was dull. John was boring. John was an idiot. Just like everybody else in this god forsaken world. Yet Sherlock wouldn't throw him away like everybody else. John actually put up with him. It was so rare Sherlock cherished it. He didn't follow him around like some fangirls he had; John had his own mind and would speak it. Sherlock enjoyed that. He had never had a friend before. It was new and exciting. He didn't care that it made him weak. He enjoyed John's comapany even if he would never say it aloud.

Being the only consulting detective in the world was lonely. Mycroft couldn't even keep up with him, so he just pretended he was better than his little brother by becoming the british government. It was quaint and spiteful; it was something John would never do.

Sherlock had decided that being the world's only consulting detective would be horrid if he didn't have John Watson as a friend.

A/N This is bad and I know it! For some reason, Sherlock just isn't being a helpful muse right now like Supernatural or Doctor Who. Glee is being a better muse than Sherlock. I don't even watch Glee!

Okay I lied. But I only watch it for Darren Criss! My Starkid nerdiness is just too hard to ignore!

I own nothing. The video to the right is Johnlock. The only time I like Johnlock is when I watch this vid. That's it. It's just so sad and beautiful!