"But Tigerrrr…" Jim whined, causing John's teeth to go on edge, "I just want to kill one little person. Please? You haven't let me kill someone in so long!"
John had been stuck with Jim for over a week, the longest period ever. And while he loved Jim dearly, the man was getting bored and if there is one thing John knows, it's that psychopaths and boredom don't mix. "Jim, there is no one that needs killing right now. Why don't we do something else? A film maybe?"
"Boring."
John rolled his eyes. Jim was always up for a film. It was one of the things John loved about him. But of course he would think they were boring now.
"What about the carnival?" In the back of his mind, he thought he had heard something about the carnival being in one of the parks not far from here.
Jim's eyes lit up. "The Carnival? You are brilliant, pet," he grinned, leaning forward to kiss John, who gladly returned it. "Obviously not brilliant like me, but still, brilliant. I used to go to the carnival with my mum and dad. It was great fun. Candy floss and rides. They loved it too. Until the accident."
Jim never spoke about his parent's accident and John knew better then to ask. For all John knew, the people Jim talked about never existed. Sherlock was the dominate personality and try as he might, John could not picture Mummy Holmes taking a young Mycroft and Sherlock to the carnival. Or they did exist and Jim had them killed. Or they exist and live happily in Ireland unaware that they have a psychopath who believes himself to be their son. There were so many possibilities, he really ought to ask Mycroft one of these days.
"Then it's settled. The carnival. Grab your coat." John breathed a sigh of relief. So far, he had managed being Jim's assassin and lover for over a year without having to kill anyone. Part of it was because Jim was rarely around but mostly it was that John was very good at distracting him, even if it took every means he had at his disposal.
Unlike Sherlock who took a cab everywhere, Jim insisted on walking which was just fine with John. It was a lovely summer day in the middle of the week. The crowds were thin and the sun was warm. They walked side by side while Jim ranted about Sherlock Holmes, his greatest rival. John feared the day the two were supposed to meet. How would that work when they occupy the same body?
The carnival was rather deserted which both agreed was preferred. Jim hated "ordinary" people and John hated when he had to keep convincing Jim not to blow them up.
"Candy floss first!" Jim declared running off ahead. Rolling his eyes, John followed after him. It was like babysitting a serial killing 5 year old.
After Jim had his treat, John won a couple prizes at a shooting booth. The sight of him shooting a rifle got Jim a bit hot and bothered, so they spent several heated minutes behind the fun house, struggling to maintain their composure enough not to strip each other nude then and there.
As they made their way through the fairgrounds, Jim turned to look at him, "Pet, you haven't picked anything. What would you like to do?"
"Actually, the roller coaster looks pretty fun. You up for it?" John loved thrill rides as a kid and actually went out of his way to find the scariest ones he could while stationed overseas.
It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes. "Of course I'm up for it. Lead the way."
They purchased their tickets and were even seated at the front of the car, John's favourite place on a coaster. The car took off down the track and John smiled at the familiar burst of adrenaline when they started climbing the hill.
Halfway up, he glanced over at Jim, surprised to see a rather sickly tone to his normally flawless skin. "Are you alright, love?" John asked, concerned.
"Turns out, pet, that I was not 'up for it' as it were," Jim groaned as the roller coaster hit the peak.
The unbecoming scream coming from his lover's mouth unnerved John almost as much as the fact that it stopped halfway down the hill when the madman fainted. John spent the rest of the ride torn between concern and amusement. Who knew that all you needed to bring the famed Jim Moriarty to his knees was a small train on a fast track? If only he could tell Sherlock….
The train soon slowed and John managed to wake the man who was currently slumped over the safety bar. "Are you alright, love? Are you okay?"
Those pale blue eyes looked up at him, blinking into the sunlight. "Of course I am, John. Why do you ask?" Sherlock sat up and looked around. "And why are we on a roller coaster?"
John did is best to hide his grin, as he was always happier when he was with Sherlock and it had been far too long. "It was for a case, don't you remember? You wanted to see if the bruises left by the roller coaster security bar on someone who was passed out matched the victim from that last case. You had me drug you so that you could experience the affect for yourself."
Sherlock blinked a few times but seemed to accept the explanation and John thanked whoever was looking out for him that he was able to think quickly and lie like a pro, especially to Sherlock Holmes. "Well, I think we have all the data we need, don't you, John? We should go back to Baker Street so I can examine the bruises as they develop."
John took Sherlock's hand as they climbed from the car. "Sounds lovely. Mind if I help?"
"Oh, I expect nothing less," Sherlock smiled as he led their way back home.