A.N. Thanks to TheFalling for your awesome comment. It really helped me to have a readers perspective at 6:00 in the morning:)
To comment in your concern, as I said in the first chapter, I had about 7 chapters typed out in advance. that's how I'm able to keep chapters coming at a constant rate. As the pre-written chapters start to dwindle, it may take me a little longer to get chapters out. My iPod just gives me the freedom to type everywhere, so I do. I write quickly when I have inspiration, so it only takes me a full day or two to write these 1k chapters. but I will take your suggestions to heart.
-thanks for the advice.
A longer Chapter! :D yeah!
Jim sat at his desk, twirling his pen between his fingers; feeling much better since he had gotten the rest that he needed. He looked down at his desk, overflowing with papers of current assignments, and saw a grainy security photo of Sebastian leaving the building from his appointment two days ago. Jim vaguely realizes he still hasn't received new information on Sebastian's...condition. He makes a mental note to talk to the clinic doctor later.
He stares at Sebastian's now clearly visible stomach, sighing as he realizes the shirt Sebastian is wearing is a little too snug on him; he's clearly ignoring the fact he need to start switching to the paternity clothes he had bought beforehand. He wouldn't end up so self conscious if his larger clothes covered his abdomen better.
"Do you think that if I station myself on this side of the building, I would be able to make it over here and be able to hide from onlookers?" a close voice asked, breaking him from his daydreaming.
He sighed, annoyed from being interrupted and looked at Tyler. He pointed a rough finger at a shaded area on a building in a picture around where his next mission was set to take place later on that evening.
"Sebastian would have been here...," Jim pointed to a building in the farthest corner of the picture, "...to be able stay low and be sure he could get out without having to rush. He did always like to put his toys away gently." He sighed bitterly as he turned back to his desk.
Tyler wrinkled his nose bitterly. Every time Jim spoke, it seemed it had to do something with fucking Sebastian Moran. He absolutely despised when Jim compared their talents; putting Sebastian on a fucking pedestal when Tyler knew he was just as good as him. He vaguely thinks it maybe because he wasn't in the army; it could be that Jim just had some weird army fetish.
The recent moping about his use-to-be sniper was really starting to grate on his nerves. Anyone could tell that Jim Moriarty did not want this spawn that Sebastian was trying to force on Jim. Why does Sebastian even think Jim was staying here at all. The only place Sebastian was forbidden to enter?
Tyler sighed and went to sulk in a corner.
Sebastian was old news. He was never going to work here again, so why was Jim still complaining? He had found a new and permanent sniper; it was time for Jim to let it settle. Sebastian would now be a useless sniper to him. Had he not told Sebastian of his new job?
Tyler snorted, earning a glare from Jim. He quickly adverted his eyes, not wanting to be yelled at or punished for being happy when Jim wasn't.
Sebastian would be a joke now. How could he possibly hold his head up to evil and immoral men with a child and the title of glorified caretaker? He'll be laughed out of any interview or job he'll apply, and it's not like Jim is going to give him a job to even kill a squirrel.
"Oh!" he heard Jim say, surprised. It was rare in itself to ever hear the boss be surprised about anything. Tyler snapped his head to Jim, seeing him staring at a security screen on a computer. He made his way to the back of the desk and looked over his boss's shoulder.
He saw a nervous but clearly angry Sebastian Moran in the elevator; his arms crossed and he stared at the control panel, most likely knowing the camera was there.
As much as Tyler hated this guy, he had to give his props to the person brave enough to barge into the boss's office; even if he was his pregnant lover. Jim never did play favorites.
"What should I do?" Tyler asked, praying Jim would let him just do away with him.
Jim sat staring at the screen for a little while longer before giving his answer.
"Nothing." he said, nonchalantly, as if something like this happened every day. "We will continue on with working as if he's just another client or employee." Tyler nodded and went to get another photo to show Jim.
He pointed to a large window facing some other buildings he was trying to scope out. "So, I would get a more accurate target if I was-"
He was cut off by the sound of the door bouncing off the wall and an angry faced Moran half walking half teetering into the office. Jim noticed that Sebastian had obviously gained a few since the last time he had seen him; his stretch marks obvious from the exposed skin on the underside of his belly. He wore a combination of a cotton t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that came over half his baby bump. Tyler quickly saw the glint of a knife and quickly drew his hand gun.
Sebastian momentarily stopped, eyes wide, before quickening his pace towards Jim's new sniper. Tyler calmly placed his hand in the trigger and was desperately wishing he could pull it.
"Tyler, if you pull that trigger, it will be the end of you before you can even turn to realign a shot," he heard his boss say. "The blood of the knife was clearly used to neutralize the guard outside."
Tyler let out a strained sigh through his teeth; disgusted at the awe in his Jim's voice. He slowly let the gun focus off of his target and turned back to the picture. He turned back to Moran with a look of complete hatred at him.
Sebastian ignored him and came to a stop on the other side of the desk as Jim also turned back to the picture Tyler was discussing with him.
"Jim," Sebastian said through gritted teeth.
Jim quickly looked up from under his lashes and held up a finger to Sebastian before concentrating on the photo again.
Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut to stop him from murdering this men before him. He gripped the handle of the knife tighter and tried again. He took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to stay calm. Stress wouldn't do the baby good.
"Jim!" be tried, hating how Jim kept ignoring him and discuss the picture with Tyler.
"I'm busy right now, Sebastian." He spared him another second glance before continuing with the photo.
Sebastian quickly lost the battle with his anger and slammed the knife down on the table. "SET YOUR ASS HERE! TAKE THE DAMN SHOT FACING EAST THIS WAY, AND GET YOUR STUPID ASS OUT THROUGH THIS WAY ACTING LIKE YOUR FUCKING BELONGED THERE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME." he shouted, stabbing the picture with his finger.
Be turned to face Jim. "NOW, FUCKING TALKTO ME!"
Jim looked over all the points Sebastian had pointed out on the picture, going over the instructions that was shouted along with them. He realized Sebastian's plan was the best, as always.
Jim slowly turned to Tyler and looked him on the eyes. He seemed a little stunned at the speech, but awaited his instructions from Jim.
"As always, Sebastian has the best solutions. Follow his instructions and your job will be easy for you and satisfactory for me. You are excused."
Tyler gave a stiff nod and turned to leave, murmuring curses under his breath to Moran.
"Can I shoot him?" Moran asked, looking over his shoulder as the door Tyler left out if closed.
"If I can't let him shoot you, you can't shoot him." Jim held in a sigh and leaned back in his chair. "And was it really necessary that you had to stab my guard. Even though you're not supposed to be allowed to enter, they know not to hurt you! Did you throw up on him when he bled?"
"Can you cut the crap? If you would have been home for the last two weeks instead of hiding out here, you would know that my morning sickness has receded. I want to know why you have decided to make me worry and stress out for the last two weeks, Jim."
"I needed to get some sleep and-"
"BULL SHIT!" Sebastian interrupted.
Jim squinted his eyes and glared at him. "Fine. I still don't think that a child is what we need. You may be excited to bring in a child and think we'll take care of it like one big happy family with a car, a house with a white picket fence, and the public school," he said the last word with distain. "but I am not the settle down type, hence the job choice, the sniper lover, and walking through the dark allies, playing games of cat-and-mouse with a certain detective who thinks he could beat me. This child, is already taking one of the good things of part of my life, I refuse to allow it to take any more. I chose a lover who wouldn't be the clinging, romancing, horrid type. I wanted someone who was strong, and built, and have excellent talents I need to protect me and to harm those that required harming. Not a hormonal teenager that cried and whined and used me for their own entertainment." he gritted his teeth and snarled. I DO NOT need to, or WANT TO, change my life because some...THING...decided to invade my life with its presence!"
Jim ended his speech, panting and feeling angry that Sebastian made him lose control so often now. How stupid he had been to think that he could act like everything would be alright because his lover wanted to have his child. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
"JAMES FUCKING MORIARTY!" Sebastian bellowed, shock overtaking Jim instead of the seething anger. "MAN UP AND STOP BEING A FUCKING PRISSY ASS SNOB! Yes, we both have doubts. You're not fucking alone in that department. No one's asking you to give up your fucking job or change your fucking ways. This shit will only work if we both work together. You're keeping your job and I'm keeping mine. We BOTH have to go through this thing 100% or we'll only end up with regrets and a child who won't deserve that. I am not fucking up this child's life because you cannot get your shit together!"
Jim could only stare at Sebastian until his shock subsided and his brain caught up with the world. Sebastian had never called Jim by his full first andlast name at the same time before. Damn, Sebastian was very pissed; was it wrong for him to find himself grow a little stiff at that? He mentally shook his head. It felt like the Sebastian he hadn't seen for four months. The only one not too frightened to put Jim in his place if the need be. God, he wanted to kiss him. Maybe later; and maybe put Sebastian in his place.
"What are we going to do then?" Jim asked calmly.
"You're going to stop fucking barring me from your life, first. I expect you to at least come and pay attention at my next appointment and I damn well better fucking expect you in the flat in the fucking bed tonight. When you're not raging havoc on the world, you can fucking believe you will spend at least some time in preparing for your spawn to be brought into this fucking world. Is that clear, boss?" he said the last word, mockingly.
Jim genuinely smiled for the first time in two weeks and walked over to Sebastian. "I knew there was a reason I...fell you." He patted his cheek a little too hard. "Don't forget who you're talking to. The minions hear about this and you're in Poland for long time, Sebby."
Sebastian felt a warmth pass through him when Jim used one of his nicknames. "So...lunch?
"Why not?" Jim answered.
"Good. You're paying. Find a place that sells good fish and chocolate."
"We can go get seafood and I'll have chocolate waiting for us at the flat."
"No. I want them at the same time..."
Jim looked at the blonde haired man standing next to him and grimaced before shrugging his shoulders. They could be okay, Jim thought to himself as he entwined his pinky with his sniper's and headed for the door.
P.S. To TheFalling, that thing you asked about Seb, I had planned something like that for the future. IT WILL BE IN THERE! ;)