"Jim", A Spinoff
by Basilstorm
Disclaimer: Despite numerous prayers, I do not own Sherlock. *sobs*
Over the next few months, Sebastian slowly became used to his new life. Every few days he would have an assignment, and the rest of his time was free. Assignment days were actually his favorites; there was nothing to do in the flat and it got rather boring. As time passed, Sebastian noticed his boss's attitude towards him changing. Several times, the man had driven over to pick him up personally for an assignment. He was also beginning to become more powerful, being put in charge of simpler tasks. Once or twice Moriarty even requested that Moran join him on a particularly dangerous mission. Things were mostly good.
Sebastian knew, as soon as he woke up, that this was not going to be a good day. There was a small ball of anxiety in his gut, a forewarning of a panic attack. Still, he hadn't shunned the chance to go on an assignment. It seemed easy. It was easy. The only problem was that he hadn't been told the victim was to be a child.
Now, leaning the door to his flat, Seb couldn't get rid of the image of the small girl with her brains blown out. He had seen dead people before. There was no reason for this to be affecting him so much.
That didn't stop him from collapsing to his knees, stomach heaving as he threw up his small breakfast and not-so-small lunch. He wasn't numb to the way all the cameras swiveled towards him. Suddenly, it was all too much. The cameras, the windows, and the complete disconnection from society. A choked sob tore itself out of Sebastian's raw throat. He stood, staggering, and stared around dizzily. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he threw the curtains shut on the black windows. Screaming sobs began to wrack his body, and he curled in on himself. For seconds or years he lay there, and then there was a warm presence at his side. The being shouted at something, but the words were lost on his foggy mind. There were warm arms around him and he knew no more.
Sebastian Moran woke with a start, pushing himself up on his elbows and peering around an unfamiliar room. He was laying on a bed, and after a moment he realized he had been stripped down to his undergarments. Definitely not an ideal way to wake up.
Normally, such conditions would be enough to trigger another attack, but now Seb felt completely drained. It must have been a full on panic, but that still didn't explain how he got to... wherever the hell he was now.
Sebastian was jerked back to reality by the sound of a door opening and slamming shut. Loud footsteps echoed along the wooden floor. Then the door to the room banged against the wall. Jim Moriarty entered, seeming extremely hyper.
"Good MORning!" He said, voice changing volume as he spoke, "Nice of you to FINALLY rejoin the world of THE LIVING!".
Moran stared with wide eyes, staying silent.
"How are you feeling?" Jim tried, slightly calmer.
"I-I''m alright" Seb murmered hesitantly. "Where am I? How did I get here?".
Jim rolled his eyes. "Well you can see the security tapes if you like. You had a bit of a fit, screaming and crying. Made QUITE a mess of your flat. So I got some people to collect you and they brought you here!"
A ruddy flush was beginning to cover Sebastian's face. "And who... who, umm...", he cast an uncertain look at his boss. "Undressed me?"
"That's a secret", Jim said with a smirk. He watched in amusement as the sniper turned red. "Annnnnyways, you'll be staying here as some of my maids clean up your rooms."
"Thanks".
"My pleasure".
Sebastian walked back into his flat confidently, praying that no one else knew what had happened. He had been gone the entire night and several hours into the morning. Of course, it could always be passed off as an assignment. Seb pushed the door open and was immediately hit with the smell of cleaning products. The carpet in the main room had either been scrubbed clean or replaced, because it was spotless. What really caught Sebastian's eye though, was the curtains.
They were clearly different than before, and he pulled them back. To his immense surprise, the painted windows had been replaced with regular ones. It wasn't much, but this tiny bit of freedom he had been allowed made him want to cry with joy.
Exploring the rest of his flat, Seb found that the cameras in the bathroom and bedroom had been removed, leaving only the one in the main room. With a full smile, he pulled a thin blanket around himself and stared out his window. His boss wasn't so bad after all.
So that's chapter 3. I meant for this to be longer, but it seems I will have to write another chapter or two of stuff like this before I can match it with Sherlock. Jim and Seb met before Sherlock and John.
Also, I'm going to be having trouble getting chapters out. Fall sport preseason just started, and I have up to 5 hours of conditioning a day. Updates will be randomly scattered based on if I have single or double practices. After that, the school year starts, and I'll try to get a chapter up every weekend. I promise I will not abandon this story.