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Moriarty looked up from the newspaper he was reading as John bursts through the doors. He had some of the other men show him to where he'd be sleeping and around the general premises. He hadn't expected to be found but he hadn't ruled it out. He was showing potential.
John was in his military uniform, beige boots laced all the way up and desert camouflage pants. He also wore a beige shirt Jim was sure he filled out more years ago. So John didn't wear any other clothes Jim provided. He knew that would happen, which is why his men picked up the backpack that had the rest of John's current life in it. John would get used to it eventually, he would get used to a lot of things in the next month.
John's face was in anger, and Moriarty knew it would be. John could be the perfect soldier when lives were at sake but the second it was over John would relive it. John's been reliving the moments from the roof for the past two hours. Moriarty folded the paper as he watched John shaking with anger. He smiled and tilted his head.
"When" Moriarty takes delight in the tone he's using, looks like he is going to bring out the soldier much earlier than planned, but that rather was the point of the last month "does it end?" It's a demand and almost a growl and Moriarty knows he would be an excellent leader for his men in due time.
Moriarty stood, exerting his height dominance, yet placed his hands behind his back as if he was open and listening. He took two steps forward, knowing how his steps echoed in this room.
"There is a terrorist group planning to bomb a plane sometime in June, if my demand was heeded, it stops then."
"A plane." John repeats as his fists clench and unclench. He's a ball of untamed rage Moriarty wants to pop.
"Among other things." He waved his hand about before placing it behind his back again. "but that was the most fun." He puts emphasis on the fun and notes that John's hands don't unclench. He's so close to being punched but John would never, not with other people's lives in the balance.
"A terrorist group," John's head jerked back in realization "the group I've been hunting?"
"Hunting!" using hunting as a term for people was an excellent thing. He shook his head with a smile, "I do like this side of you; want to hunt people for me?" John's eyes narrowed, which is exactly what was expected, this time. "Yes, my group of course. So I know what it would take to stop them."
"You're insane." The anger is funneling into resignation. Moriarty pouted. He is finally able to realize the situation. Shame. No breaking Watson today.
"You've used such nicer words with Sherlock." He remarks and sees the way John's eyes shift.
"So I have" John shifted, nervousness betraying him. "What demands did you make?"
"You."
"I'm sorry, me?"
"Yes, your fake death, you back in the military, domestic, for a month, then my guard for another." Now John had the look of a puppet who thought he had a say. "That was my only demand." John's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That was Mycroft.
"Oh, cat's out of the bag isn't it." He looked like he was caught in a lie but it was all an act, he never revealed more than he wanted to. "Mycroft has been in on it from the start."
The air seemed to grow tense as Moriarty took a step closer to him. He brought his arms forward as he stalked. "I said I would burn the heart out of him." He tilts his head with a sinister expression as he used his hand to pull John forward by his chin. John wanted to hurt him so much, especially after today and he could. John could easily kill him in 10 (well maybe 11, depending on how creative the doctor was feeling at the moment) different ways before anyone would stop him. John wouldn't lift a finger. Moriarty reveled in his power over the other. John wouldn't do anything to him because of his web. It was exhilarating. John's face settled into neutral. He didn't even try to fight back. GOOD!
Pets can be trained. They can learn their place.
John will learn his place.
"And despite what he has tried to convince you of, you are the heart of him." No reaction. He squeezed the bones, and leaned a little closer to the doctor. "And I could have killed you, but that would have been easy" he pauses "and boring." He adds as an afterthought. John was on his tip toes now; fighting, successfully, to keep his breathing even. "Instead, I will make you burn him." Done with his threats Jim shoved John as far as he could with the hand on his chin and John only took a step back before straightening. He was strong indeed. Ordinary, but strong. Such wasted potential.
Jim could teach him the way of the devils and lure him away from the angels. That would be the best way to light an eternal flame in Sherlock.
"Now," he let himself back away from his darkness and straightens out his suit. John is still watching; his perfectly stone face is up again. "I have no use for you unless Sherlock comes back around so you can keep up the military training," John doesn't nod but Moriarty expected that, he is listening and that's what matters. Moriarty's point was understood very well and he wouldn't be having any more outbursts from John Watson.
"You will also be treating my men as needed," he'd have John start with the healing before the killing. He would have to ease John in. "but you can't leave." The smile seemed friendly again and his tone lightened with ease to a teasing tone "I can't have him seeing you," he paused "unchaperoned."
End.
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