"Jim", A Spinoff

by Basilstorm

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. *cries*

Another month passed. Sebastian rarely did solo cases. Instead, he found himself gaining his boss's trust and at the same time moving up through the ranks. Before he knew what was happening, he was Moriarty's head sniper. He slowly gained more and more freedom, first being allowed television, then a mobile phone, and finally a car.

Slowly, Seb became aware of an attraction to his boss. It grew until he found himself behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush. He was terrified Jim would be able to tell. Yes, they had begun to get closer, but nowhere near romantically involved.

For years Sebastian had identified as straight. So the discovery that he was bisexual shocked him to the core. He began to work out, letting it be his outlet for everything that happened.

It was nearing the middle of summer when Sebastian noticed a change in his boss's behavior. It wasn't a gradual change; it was like he suddenly crashed. All of the man's energy was gone, and he became far quieter. He stopped talking to everyone. Seb found himself extremely concerned. Assignments were eerily quiet, and the number of them began to decrease. Worried but unwilling to confront Jim, Sebastian watched him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

During a previously calm evening, Sebastian got a call from his boss.

"Sir?", he asked almost immediately.

There was a raspy gasp from the other end. "Seb... Seb I need you" the man groaned.

Sebastian stayed silent.

"I don't want to anymore." Moriarty half sobbed into the phone. "I DON'T WANT TO ANYMORE!".

"Where are you? Are you at your flat?" Seb asked, struggling to keep calm. It sounded like the other man was having some sort of attack.

"Yes. Yes. Please come".

"I'll be there in 10."

"I want to die.", Jim said as he broke down.

All the concern from the past few weeks came rushing back in an instant, followed immediately by an overwhelming sense of panic. "I'm coming as fast as I can", Sebastian gasped as he hopped into the drivers seat of his car. "I'm putting you on speaker. Just keep talking to me".

Never had a car ride taken longer than that one. Jim began screaming in another language at about the 3 minute mark. Seb parked his vehicle haphazardly and sprinted into the building. The interior was a mess, items strewn all over the floor. He followed the sound of sobbing.

Jim Moriarty was seated on the edge of the bathtub, a razor blade in his hand. He was stripped down to his pants, revealing pale arms streaked with white scars. Seb kneeled next to him and easily wrestled the blade away from him, murmuring reassuring nonsense. Then Seb pulled the smaller man onto his lap, cradling him.

They sat there for a while, Jim wrapped in the strong arms of his favorite sniper, until the cries quieted and he stopped shaking.

"Sebby?", Jim slurred, sounding exhausted.

Sebastian surveyed the man in front of him critically, then lifted him up in a bridal hold. He headed back for the bedroom he had woken up in so long ago. He deposited the psychotic man down on the bed easily, but found that Jim wouldn't let him pull away. With a soft sigh, he shifted them both to a better position. He was on his back, and Jim was facing him, laying on Seb, chests pressed together. Jim fell asleep almost instantly, but Sebastian stayed up for a long time, enjoying his closeness with his boss while he could.

…...

Sebastian Moran woke up to a warm body against his. His boss was curled up, breathing softly. He moved carefully, sliding out from under him, and stood. The blankets were wrinkled and laying around Jim's calves, but he pulled them up as if sensing his favorite sniper's departure.

Seb was sitting in the kitchen eating an apple when Moriarty entered. He had been unwilling to outstay his welcome, but hadn't wanted to leave without saying anything. He watched waiting, but was ignored. An awkward silence filled the room, remaining until Jim stood up. He left without a word.

Sebastian spent the next few weeks at Jim's house. Gradually the silence became less awkward and conversations filled the empty space. Sebastian didn't bring up the topic of his return to his own flat, and neither did Jim. One day, Moran woke up to his own belongings in a corner. He organized them carefully, needing them in the right places, and checked the kitchen. There was a stack of papers waiting for him. He scanned them quickly, then grabbed an gun and jogged out the door. He had an assignment to complete.

…...

Two hours later, Seb found himself sitting on the bathroom counter, thigh throbbing. He had complete confidence in his ability to stitch up a wound, but that didn't stop the pain. The assignment had been successful because, despite the bullet in his leg, he had followed the mission to the end. He had assumed Jim would be pleased. That's why he was confused about his current situation. Moran's boss was screaming, hands flying wildly as he ranted.

After a few minutes, he fell silent, and they stared at each other. Then Jim lunged forwards, pressing his lips firmly against Seb's.

Jim was having a severe depressive episode, because my Jim is Type 1 Bipolar. This means he gradually cycles between behaving manic and depressed. I have never had a severe depressive episode, nor do I have suicidal tendencies. This is based off of a little bit of research and a lot of other FF stories.

And Ohmygosh guys I'm so sorry. I just started a new school and I have sports and all my free time flew out the window. I swear I'm trying to get these up. I have literally been feeling guilty about this all week. Forgive me? *hands out cookies*