"Jim", A Spinoff
by Basilstorm
Disclaimer: If I owned BBC Sherlock, Johnlock would be canon and Moran would actually be in the show.
Sebastian looked around his new flat. It was small but not cramped, comfortable and reasonably attractive. In fact, it would be nice if not for the fact that there was no connection to the outside world. There was no phone signal, and laptops and televisions were banned from the building. Even the windows were painted black. The man in the suit, who had introduced himself as Moriarty, said this was for security. He used the same explanation for the cameras in each room.
Sebastian's new boss was... odd. He transitioned from talking to shouting frequently and at random points in a sentence. The man looked like a posh businessman but had an insane spark in his eyes. It was unsettling, contradictory traits in one person.
The soldier turned quickly, exploring the bedroom and bathroom. He was not oblivious to the way the cameras followed him.
Sebastian collapsed on his bed not bothering to change or get under the covers. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Moran woke slowly, hanging on the brink of awareness for several minutes before reluctantly pulling himself out of bed. The apartment was dark, and a brief glace at the clock showed it was already 12:30. The army colonel showered, enjoying the warm water, and wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist. His closet was full of clothes from his old flat. He quickly selected a white shirt and jeans, and then grabbed a black leather jacket. It was still early spring and cool outside.
Seb ate quickly and took an elevator to the ground level. He had made it through the night, but now his fingers were itching to hold a cigarette. The ex-colonel ran outside and lit it, before taking a deep breath. Smoke filled lungs, and he stood there for a while.
After several minutes, there was the sound of tires on gravel and a fancy black car pulled up directly in front of him. The right door opened. Sebastian sat down in it, not voicing his hesitation. It was never good to show weakness. The car started moving, and the driver turned and gestured to an earpiece. Moran put it in and was greeted by the voice of his new boss. "Hullo. Are you ready for your first assignment?".
Seb said "Of course.", without really thinking. Then, "What will I be doing?"
"One of my men is breaking into a museum. You're his backup.".
He made a vague sound of agreement, and waited for more information. But then the line went dead. Alright. Not like there was anything ELSE essential to know. With a sigh, he leaned over and tried to enjoy the view.
The drive took about 45 minutes; there was no traffic despite it being rush hour. Sebastian wondered if that had anything to do with his new boss. The man was terrifying, but he couldn't deny the fact that he found him attractive. These were not good thoughts, Seb chastized himself. He shook his head to clear them and struggled to focus on the mission.
There was a gun in the trunk. It wasn't his, and he felt a small twinge in his gut. His gun was the only thing that remained the same; when he switched from flat to flat, it always came with him. It was probably gone now, destroyed. Once again, he cleared his thoughts, and followed the driver into a crumbling building. Two dozen people were seated around a man in a paper-mache mask. Silence fell upon the room as he entered, and everyone turned to watch him.
Seb sat down in an empty chair, ignoring the unnerving stares. He had noticed at least 3 other people smoking, so he pulled out his last cigarette and lit it. The stares mostly subsided, and he smoked it in peace.
For several hours Moriarty's men sat around. Then, as if he had been cued, the masked man rose and left. The others followed, and Moran found himself shoved in towards the end of the line. They walked in silence through the darkness, until they reached the building. It was large as pearly white, with tall pillar, a cliché museum. Walkie Talkies were being passed down the line. Seb grabbed one and clipped it to the waistband of his pants. Then everyone split up to go to their respective areas.
Half an hour passed without incident. Eventually, Sebastian's communicator buzzed. He picked it up and held it close to his ear. "Task Accomplished", an unfamiliar voice droned. "The boss is waiting for you outside".
Sebastian slipped out the same way he came in. The car from earlier was waiting, but after climbing in, he realized he was not alone. Moriarty was seated next to him.
"Great first assignment, though, you seem a bit bored", he drawled.
Seb shifted. "Thanks sir. I mean, it was fine."
"Good", Moriarty said with a smirk. "I have another task for you tomorrow. I'm sure you'll enjoy it". The smirk grew to a full grin, making the man look like a sadistic murderer. Seb became even more uncomfortable as the man's bright eyes trailed down him. He suddenly felt open, like he was being read. He crossed muscular arms over his chest. "So... are you going to pay me?".
His boss frowned. "I don't see why I should".
Sebastian twisted angrily. "Because I just did my first assignment!".
"I already provided you with everything you need. But fine, if you insist on payment.". Moriarty pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Every job you do, you can have another pack.".
That was the moment Moran realized it was probably not a good idea to argue with his boss. It's not like he needed anything else anyways. But it would be nice to have some extra cash. It was a battle that could be fought another day.
My muse has returned! It's fairly late, but I still have more ideas, so I'm going to try to roll right into the next chapter. I have a lot to establish, so the next chapter might be rather long. I hope so, anyways. Reviews make me happy!