Chapter 10:
Moriarty didn't feel like killing that man. It was something that didn't quite happen that often, where he really, just, didn't want to. So upon returning to the hospital he secretly hoped that Sebastian would be obedient and helpful so as that he would not have to shoot him, or have a sniper shoot him, or send him on a mission where he would most likely get shot. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside turning on the lights as he did so. Sebastian was sitting up on the bed as if he had been awake for some time before.
"You're back," he said. There wasn't any enthusiasm in his voice, but no bitterness either.
Moriarty grinned,"And you're still here." He looked around the room and spotted a newspaper. "Oh you've been researching," he smirked. "I presume you know who I am now," Moriarty taunted.
Sebastian hesitated,"You're James Moriarty," he finally stated.
"Oh please," Moriarty laughed in a playful but seemingly sinister way,"Call me Jim."
Sebastain looked tired, there were dark circles underneath his eyes,"What do you want?" He asked roughly.
"I wanted to know if you were still willing to go through with my offer... Or if you wanted me to-" Moriarty imitated shooting oneself in he head. It was funny considering what happened on two years ago on the roof of that very building with Sherlock. Although, or some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, the thought of a bullet piercing through that strangers blonde, almost white, hair and blowing his brains out made him cringe. He was usually pretty okay with that kind of stuff. In fact- it made him happy! But not today. He didn't let any of his discomfort show.
"Why do you want me to come with you?" The Stranger asked.
"I already told you- to play the game!" Moriarty exclaimed.
The Man's face didn't change,"It says in the paper you shot yourself in the head."
"Yes... I faked my death, not hard to do." Moriarty was pretty sure he was gonna ask how he did it, which would result in a complicated answer he didn't feel like getting to, he's teach this fellow about the technology that lay beyond the earth later, if he lived long enough. Luckily he didn't ask that. His reply in fact was rather surprising, and intriguing.
"I know. I've done it before."
"Oh have you? Than tell me dear, what was your name, before that version of you died."
"Harold Saxon."
"The old prime minister? Nice. It appears you aren't as ordinary as you seemed to be, I look forward to working with you- well technically you'll be working for me." Moriarty bantered as he brought out a key and unlocked the Man'a handcuffs.
"You're not gonna ask for any more information on the whole 'I was the prime minister thing'?" He questioned rubbing his wrists and standing up.
"Nope. Moriarty grinned tossing him an extra suit. But I am wondering, should I call you ?"
The Man shook his head,"No. I used to know people who called me The Master, but Sebastian will do."
He slipped on the suit.
Moriarty smiled, he hoped that he wouldn't be let down, insanity needed to be a dominant trait in his new companion. "Alright Sebastian, time to break out of a mental ward, then we can get to work."