Ah yes here we are yet again with another chapter ^_^ Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Confrontation
"John!" Sherlock croaked.
Ah, his voice was returning.
"John, I can explain!"
Jim stirred.
"Mmph...Sherlock, what's..." his eyes landed on John, "oh."
The doctor stood his ground, gesturing in a way that said 'explain yourselves now.'
Jim's face broke into a grin.
"Ahhh John hiii-iiii," he sing-songed, "it's been a while."
"Yes," John huffed impatiently, "as I recall, you tried to kill us." He emphasised the 'us'.
"Ohhh John, John, Johnnyyyy," Moriarty's voice climbed an octave, "Noooooo, you've got me all wrong, you see I was simply flirting with your dear Sherlock here."
John raised his eyebrows, as Sherlock made a move to jump up before being pulled back down by Moriarty.
"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going, sexy? There's only one sheet here, if you take it I'll be exposed in the nuddy-pants to your precious pet here, you don't want that, do you?"
John turned his back.
"Oh by all means," he spat bitterly, "get dressed, please."
Sherlock sat on the couch with his head in his hands, Jim stood by the window, his hands shoved in his pockets. John sat in his armchair with a stern expression on his face.
"Sherlock," he said calmly, "do you want to explain yourself, or do I have to ask specific questions?"
Sherlock let out a harsh breath.
"Why don't you just ask questions?" he mumbled into his hands.
"Okay," John unfolded his hands and held them palms facing up, "how long has this been going on for?"
Sherlock answered so quietly John couldn't hear it.
"Sorry?"
"UGH!" Moriarty suddenly exploded,"he said more than a year, you FOOL!"
Sherlock looked up at Jim, who stared back.
"I...uh...-sorry...I lost my cool, sorry," Jim stuttered.
Sherlock turned his attention back to his flatmate.
"More than a year, okay, okay...Why? Why Moriarty of all people?"
"Hey I'm standing right here!"
"Oh shut up!"
"BECAUSE," Sherlock interrupted, "...I don't know, alright? I just..." his eyes darted up to meet Jim's.
"There's just something about him okay? John it's not like I can choose who I f-...fall in...-" he faltered and stopped.
John stared incredulously between the two.
"You're in love with him? JIM MORIARTY!?"
A blush crept up on Sherlock's cheeks.
"Oh John I do wish you would stop talking as if I'm not RIGHT HERE!" Jim cut in, his calm voice rising into a bellow.
"Yeah if it bothers you that much, just leave, I don't care. I'm not talking to you anyway."
"But this concerns Sherlock and I.It takes two to tango, Johnny."
"You tried to kill me!"
"I to-old you, that was flirting!"
"Jim," Sherlock said quietly, "...maybe you should go."
He looked up at him with a sorrowful expression. Moriarty sighed, stepping towards his curly-haired lover. He brushed the other man's cheek lightly with his fingers.
"Fine, I'll go...but..." he leaned down to whisper in Sherlock's ear, "don't let him upset you, don't let him hurt you, don't let him compromise what we have, okay? I don't care how jealous he is..."
Jim straightened up.
"Toodle-ooo Johnnyyy!" he sang cheerfully as he approached the door, "oh by the waaaay...wehadsexinyourchairOKAYBYE!"
He slammed the door shut as John sprung up from his chair in disgust.
"Sherlock!"
"Sherlock...I just want a straight answer...is Moriarty real? I mean, is her actually a consulting criminal?"
"Yes John, of course he's real! Why would I invent him?"
"Oh I don't know...because you're bored!?
"I may get bored on occasion, yes, but I wouldn't sink so low as to-"
"All the crimes though, with Moriarty behind all of them, how-"
"It's a game John!" Sherlock boomed, "it's just. A. GAME."
"Sherlock, those are real crimes! He's killing real people! All for what? TO ENTERTAIN YOU? God you are...- you're sick, you need help!"
"Oh because you're such an expert, Mr. Psychosomatic limp!"
"I cannot believe you right now, Sherlock Holmes! Now you listen to me, I-"
"Boys!" Mrs. Hudson burst through the door, "what is all this yelling for goodness sake? It's eight o'clock at night!"
She saw the sour and angry expression marring both the men's faces.
"Ohhh...oh Sherlock he's found out about Jim hasn't he?" she looked at him sympathetically.
"You..." John faltered, "you KNEW? And you didn't think to tell me!?"
"John! Stop it!" Sherlock growled.
John pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock began, "I think it's about time-"
"Yes, dear, yes," Mrs. Hudson looked John in the eye.
"Sherlock and I, we made an arrangement that if you found out about his and Jim's relationship, well...John, this is your eviction notice. You have two weeks. Goodnight."
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