I've had a lot of upload issues with this story, so I'm just going to take a shot in the dark and post this.

Lots of language, and we meet a delightful new character today. ;)

Enjoy!

Jack Moriarty lolled against the headboard of his bed, taking a final pleasurable drag of his last cigarette of the morning. Throwing a dart at the wall, (not at a dart board, come on- where's the fun in restriction?) Jack stood from his bed and wandered aimlessly to the other side of his room, lazily scanning the room for something, anything of somewhat interest.

Everything was so boring. Everything, everything, everything.

People were so dull. People were so adorably simple-minded. Getting thrown out of his school was a long time running, but they'd finally seen the sense to just kick him out already. But Jack wasn't your typical 16 year old boy. In fact, he was a child genius. But being surrounded by a building crammed with imbeciles certainly wasn't something Jack took any liking to- so why bother?

With a sigh, Jack pulled out his pocket knife and ran it along his jawline as he stared at his reflection in his mirror. His black eyes danced along the pattern the knife was tracing lightly over his pale skin, slowly pressing harder, but not enough to draw blood. With an exasperated growl, Jack spun on his heel and threw the knife viciously at the wall, directly next to the spot where he'd thrown his dart. Cursing the world, Jack turned once more and leaned towards his mirror and peered at his reflection. A smirk twitched onto his lips as he stared at his handsome reflection, running a hand through his black dishevelled hair. Vanity, Jack presumed, was something of a trait between the dear old Moriarty brothers, despite the age difference between the 16 and 32 year old siblings, their similarities were striking. Lustful black eyes shaped in a doe like fashion, black hair that, unlike his brother, Jack let to stick at any angle, and an array of white teeth that, after plenty of experience with girls (okay, and boys) could make anyone do anything the boy wanted. Ok- maybe he wasn't a usual 16 year old boy, but when you were this devilishly handsome, who wouldn't take advantage of these traits in a sexual manner?

Sighing, it occurred to Jack that he did have something to take a minor interest in today. Jim and Sebastian had mentioned something about one of Seb's siblings coming to stay with them. Brilliant. Another imbecile to associate with. The Moriarty brothers didn't exactly see 'eye to eye', but they had a firm belief that people, give or take a few exceptions, were idiots. But Jack had some exceptions, Seb wasn't actually that bad, definitely smarter that what he appeared and didn't seem to care when Jack stole his handguns, so you could say Jack and Seb were actually pretty good friends. The help around the house at times Jack deemed adequate, but that was at a stretch. Well this guy coming to live with them had better either be as much as a fucking genius as himself, or stay the hell out of his way unless he wanted to make his life, in a word, made into hell. Jack knew it was probably the latter.

Rolling his black hollows that were his eyes, Jack realized he was entirely naked and supposed it was only appropriate that he got dressed to meet the guy. He supposed, this guy being a Moran, there was a chance he might actually be pretty decent, if he were Jack could use him as a 'right-hand man' like Jim does with Seb. It wasn't spoken- but it was accepted that Jack was officially a part of the 'family business', as it were. In short, Jack knew he had plenty of blood on his hands. Adjusting his shirt with a smirk, Jack strolled out of his bedroom and could hear his brother's favourite song 'Stayin' Alive' playing from downstairs; again, the song was at irritable as usual.

Strolling down the grand staircase, Jack saw his brother standing in the hallway outside the front room on the phone, probably doing business, Jack assumed. Meeting his brother's gaze, Jack walked over to Jim who hung up the phone with his cocky smirk, glaring at his essentially younger-self.

"Hellooooooo brother dearest, decided to join us, have you? You're late for meeting our new arrival, what a poor way to make a first impression with our guest. Mummy and Daddy would be so disappointed." Jim's voice dripped with glee as he watched his brother approach him.

"Fuck off. I'll just get this over and done with." Jack's Irish voice replicated Jim's in its undertones, but lacked in the current joy lining Jim's. "Where's this new Moran, then?"

Jim grinned to his sibling and eyed the door to the front room, nodding in the general direction. Without exchanging any words, Jack rolled his eyes and made his way to the grand mahogany door, edging it open and stepping inside.

Jack's eyes shot instantly to the back of a head of bright orange curly hair, falling in waves down to the waist of- wait, was this- no. Jack was sure it was a boy he was now sharing a roof with.

"Jack, meet my sister, Sophie Moran. Soph, this is Jack Moriarty." The girl span and met the black eyes of Jack Moriarty.

A cocky smirk evaded Jack's face as he stared into the face of the girl sitting 10 metres away from him on his lavish cream sofa. 'This might not be so bad after all. This I can work with' Jack thought to himself as he strolled towards the girl with a small grin. Ever the gentleman, Jack smiled at the girl who was sat picking at her nails, not bothering to hide the fact his eyes were dancing all over her body- what? Seb wasn't looking. Jack didn't like to associate himself with the rules of society, but Jack knew brothers didn't react well to teenage boys checking out their sisters.

Stood just under a metre away, Jack smiled and held out his hand to shake, grinning as Sophie stood to shake take his hand. "Jack Moriarty, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Standing slowly, Sophie smoothed down her white sundress and took the hand of Jack Moriarty. Clenching her teeth, Sophie watched as his black eyes were definitely not looking at her face. "Sophie Moran, um, it's nice to meet you too."

It took Jack less than a second to decide yes- he was definitely going to have some fun with this girl. Averting his gaze from down south, Jack looked up cockily to meet the blue eyes of Sophie, who judging by the eyes of daggers Sophie was giving him had definitely noticed his wandering eye. "Oh, the pleasure is all mine."

Sebastian stood from the armchair and wandered lazily towards the shelves of books, scanning for something to immerse himself in. "Jack, you should show Sophie around. It's a big place, get to know each other or something, I'm reading."

Sophie opened her mouth to protest and assure her brother she could find her way around without Jack, but failed after being cut off by his Irish voice. "Of course, come on Sophie, I'll show you round." Jack turned to face Sophie with a smirk as he began to stroll out of the room, knowing Sophie would follow.

Rolling her eyes and unclenching her fists, Sophie sighed and reluctantly followed Jack out of the room, waiting for the door to close so they were walking down the great hallway alone. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Jack grinned and span on his heel, eyeing Sophie once more and began circling her like a vulture. "I think I'm Jack Moriarty, and I think you're just about the most delicious thing I've seen in a while, doll."

Sophie's fists re-balled as she took a step towards Jack in anger. "Stop doing that!" Sophie growled as Jack finally brought his eyes to meet with Sophie's.

"Doing what, doll? I'm just being a friendly host." Jack ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched Sophie become enraged.

"Being, being… Being a patronising little… Just stop it!"

"Patronising little what? Oh, I see! Don't like to swear, do we princess? I should've guessed the second I saw you, such a good girl." Jack grinned as he watched Sophie's cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"Patronising little shit would be my best guess, brother. She's right, you are." Jim Moriarty strolled out of the end of the corridor wearing the exact same smirk as his brother. "Told you he was a little bundle of joy, didn't I Sophie?"

Sophie couldn't control her blush as she realized Jim was probably listening into their entire conversation. "I… Well…"

"Whatever the sentiment you were going for; I agree. Jack, at least try to show Sophie around without being a pervy little shit. You had2 girls over last night; I don't think you're Sophie's type."

Jack grinned at the memory of last night, before turning his gaze back to Sophie and snickering under his breath. "I'm sorry. I'll show you round properly. Brother dearest, do me a favour, fuck off. Come on Moran, I'll start by showing you the bedrooms." At that, Jack span and began making his way up the grand staircase, not bothering to turn to see if Sophie was following.

Sophie stood, mouth half open watching Jack walk up the stairs. Turning to stare at Jim, who Sophie had decided she distinctively preferred over Jack, Sophie gave him nothing but a confused look.

"I know. Just like his dear brother. Off you pop, I've got some business to attend to." At that, Jim gave a genuine smile, and turned to make a call. Just before pressing dial, Jim turned to Sophie with a thoughtful look on his face. "You know, I think, given time, you could be good for my brother." With a final nod, Jim left Sophie standing alone in the hallway, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened.