Chapter 37

Author's Note: We have one more chapter after this one! I hope everyone is enjoying the story.

Jim's Point of View

I started to feel weird as John and Sherlock put me on the ground. I lay there, shaking, hoping Staci was ok. "Guys, don't worry about me. Someone go see if Stace is ok!" I screamed.

"Alright. John, Irene, stay with him. I'll go get Miss Hartriss," said Sherlock, as he ran back into the building.

I began to squirm on the ground. I felt John's hand on my arm as he tried to hold me still. "Jim, calm down, ok?" he said. I couldn't believe it, Sherlock's pet was actually comforting me. It was his doctor's instinct. I then blacked out. I wondered if I was changing.

I was roused by the sound of someone else coming. Someone was shaking my arm. "Jim, don't do this to me. Open your eyes." There was no mistaking Staci's voice. "Jim, can you hear me? Please wake up." Oh my gosh, she was crying like she was the day Ross broke her heart. I never wanted to see that again. Suddenly, things came back into focus. My eyes blinked open and she was the first thing that I saw. "Jim, are you okay?" she asked. She hugged me.

"I think so," I said. "Where's Ross?" I asked.

She smiled, "he's dead. I electrocuted him."

"Wait, does that mean I'm back to normal?"

"Well, let's see," Staci said. "Irene, can I borrow your compact?" Irene handed it to her. Staci opened it and pointed it toward me. I saw my reflection. No fangs. I was back to normal. I then stood up and went to kiss Staci, when a bright light came from the sky and blinded us all. It was a helicopter and it landed on the ground near us. I already knew who it was. As soon as it landed, its door opened and out stepped Mycroft. I pulled Staci close to my side.

"Ah, Sherlock, so nice to see you again."

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked.

Oh good, if I'm lucky, they will get into a fight.

"Well, for starters, you ditched my party. Honestly little brother, I thought we were past the days when you were trying to pull a fast one on me," said Mycroft.

"Well, clearly, the party did not do your waistline any good," said Sherlock.

"Wow, to hear the two of you talk, I'm glad I am an only child," I said.

"Well, none the less, I'm not here about you," Mycroft said to his brother, turning to me and Staci. "Mr. Moriarty, you look well, and this must be Staci Hartriss. I've heard many good things about you. I've read your stuff on fanfiction and I'm quite impressed."

'Really? How many people in London actually read my stuff?' she wondered.

"Is that what attracts you to her, Jim, her facination with dark things?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes indeed," I said. "I'm never afraid of the Ice Man. As a matter of fact, if Sherlock wasn't around, it would be him I pursue."

"Well then, let's see if she's a good read, shall we?" Mycroft took Staci's hand. "Let's see, you are very creative and you should be a young adult paranormal romance author. Wow, Jim, you have a girl with a very big dream. Wouldn't you hate it if her dreams got destroyed?" said Mycroft.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Staci asked.

"I mean, if you stay with him, it will take you down a bad path..."

I stepped in, "well, Mycroft, you don't have to worry about a thing. I don't plan on chasing after your brother anymore. I've decided to give up crime and stay here," I said.

"Oh really? What brought this on Jim? Is it because of her?" asked Mycroft.

"Yes, it is. She saved my life. I can't leave her."

"I see, well, I think maybe we could work something out," said Mycroft. He turned to his brother, John, and Irene. "Well, all of you, tell me, how deep is there relationship?"

John was the first to speak, "they're pretty serious from what I've seen, and if Moriarty is happy here, then we should let him stay."

Irene then stepped in, "Staci is very smart and she's learned to fight for herself. So, I think they will be just fine."

It was time for Sherlock to give his opinion. "Well, seeing what Staci did for Jim tonight, I would have to agree with Irene. Miss Hartriss, I have to say I had my doubts about you at first, but you proved me wrong."

Mycroft nodded and turned back to Staci and I. "Well, Jim, Staci, I guess that means he gets to stay, but under one condition...Jim needs to get himself a new identity."

"Oh, don't worry, we'll come up with something," I said.

"Well, it looks like Cinderella gets her prince after all," said Staci, and we then share a kiss.