Includes an idea as to what the new found relationship between Sophie and the Moriarty brothers is like.

Enjoy. :)

Sophie Moran wasn't a hating person. But the pure unfathomable rage coursing through her arteries was as about the closest to hate she felt she was ever going to experience. Standing at the bottom of the grand stairwell, she watched enraged as Jack Moriarty walked nonchalantly up the mahogany stairs, arrogantly whistling to himself in a way that just heightened Sophie's dislike for him.

"Wait!" Angrily, Sophie began making her way up the stairs to reach Jack who was already halfway up already.

"Oh, joining me are you Moran?" Clicking his tongue Jack turned on his heel at the top of the stairs to face a scowling Sophie who was three quarters of the way up the stairwell herself. "Gracing me with your high presence are we, princess?" The younger Moriarty grinned as he watched Sophie reach the top of the stairwell with her jaw clenched and her fists balled.

"Stop calling me that." Tightening her jaw, Sophie took a step closer to Jack and stared at him with burning eyes. "I don't know who you think you are but don't ever try looking at me like that again. Ever. Got it?"

Pulling a face of mock horror, Jack took a step closer to Sophie with an arrogant smirk. "Oooo, look at that! Princess has got quite the temper, hasn't she? I'll do whatever I want, red."

Sophie rolled her eyes at this display of ignorance and let out an exasperated sigh. "If I'm going to be living here I don't want to feel violated, alright? Just show me where my bedroom is."

Jack looked the girl up and down and smirked, leaning forward with a cocky swagger lowered his mouth dangerously close to her ear. "Say please, Princess. Manners are so important, doll."

Pulling away, Sophie stopped gritting her teeth and closed her eyes to calm herself. "Please show me where my bedroom is, Moriarty."

"Much better, Moran. Assuming you don't want to be sharing a room with me just yet, down the hall, second door on the left. Ciao." With a final loll of the head, Jack winked and strolled down the hall in the opposite direction to return to his room.

Yes, Sophie Moran wasn't a hating person. That was until she met Jack Moriarty.

Taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm herself, Sophie span on her heel and stalked off to her bedroom. Cautiously, Sophie stopped outside the room and nervously took the golden door handle and edged the door open. She didn't know why she was nervous; but being in a house with a criminal mastermind by default must have made it at least a little acceptable to be wary.

Sophie couldn't be more pleased that no one was with her at the current time, because the sight of her new abode literally left her mouth agape. Closing the door behind her, she stepped closer into her room, looking around at its beauty.

It was utterly clear that this room had been furnished specifically for her, whether it was due to Jim or Sebastian, Sophie wasn't sure, but she was in love. It was at least 3 times the size of her old room, which in itself was a big room at that- the Moran's were a wealthy family, but not to this extent. The walls were painted in a royal purple-y maroon and a warm cream, with one wall entirely covered in a grand deep wooden bookcase filled with her favourite books of all time, Romeo and Juliet, Great Expectations, all the Harry Potter books, the list was endless. She tore her eyes from the books to a four poster bed covered in stunning Moroccan bedding and a laptop sitting neatly on the desk beside it, complete with an iPad and desk lamp sitting on top. Averting her gaze from a stunning antique mirror, Sophie's eyes fell upon the walk in wardrobe. Sophie never had been particularly materialistic- but the clothes inside were the kind of clothes you saw on the covers of high-end magazines, all suited to Sophie's personal style of bohemian-esque girly attire. With a smile, Sophie timidly decided on a cute red and white polka dot strapless mini-dress and a cream cardigan.

Fitting her small frame perfectly, Sophie smiled and looked around her room one more time; the encounter with Jack had almost faded from her mind. Almost. Sighing, Sophie decided she'd try to make amends with him (even though she'd done nothing wrong.) If she were going to live with him, she'd at least be civil to him, on the condition he actually looked at her face. But before she'd do that, she decided she'd thank Jim. Yes, he terrified her to the bone, but she knew better than to leave it. And in all honesty he wasn't all bad. OK, he was as about as bad as they came, but he'd been kind, friendly, and he was putting a roof over her head. Terrified or not- she had to like the guy.

Giving her room a final awe-filled glance, she closed the door and made her way down the upstairs corridor to the grand staircase where she'd encountered Jack. Making her was down the stairs, Sophie smiled as she took a small sniff of what she'd noticed was one of the nicest smelling scents she'd smelled in a while. This house was, in one word, perfect.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sophie paused, wondering if she was even allowed to speak to Moriarty. He seemed friendly enough, and she did live here, but he was a criminal. Sophie sighed; she was probably worrying over nothing. Tugging the sleeves of her cardigan, Sophie made her way to the front room, only to see Sebastian immersed in a book. That was one of the things Sophie and Sebastian had exactly in common; reading and writing were two huge passions for the Moran siblings. Knowing better than to distract him, Sophie quietly left the room and began to stroll round the mansion she could actually now consider her home.

"Nice, isn't it?" Sophie was torn from her thoughts at the Irish voice of Jim Moriarty strolling alongside her, from where, Sophie had no idea.

"Oh, yes. It's beautiful. Thank you, by the way, my room is lovely. Thank you for doing all this." Sophie turned slightly to give a shy smile of gratitude to the criminal alongside her.

"It's no problem, Sophie dear. And I'm sorry. About your parents." The truth being Jim was almost sorry. Sentiment wasn't something Jim did, but he supposed the child would be grieving. That's what people do. Not that himself and Jack did any grieving whatsoever when his mother passed away, on the contrary, they were essentially celebrating. Their father walked out on him and Jack, leaving their mentally unstable mother to care for them, if you considered being an alcoholic who beats their children 'caring' for them, that is.

"Oh, it's OK. I've got Sebastian." Sophie gaze a sad smile as her downcast eyes wandered to the floor.

Jim paused as the pair lazily wandered the mansion. "Seb tells me you've got some training in you?"

A breathy laugh left Sophie's lips as she nodded with a ghost of a smile. "A few years back, after Seb left, our house was burgled. Nothing serious, but he's always taken the big brother role seriously. "

"And I suppose the protective brother role is going to jump in when it comes to my womanizer of a brother?"

Irritatingly, Sophie's cheeks flushed with anger, but she contained it. "Oh, I suppose, I… He's interesting." Interesting. About the closest thing to a compliment Sophie predicted she'd ever pay Jack.

Jim's head rolled back in laughter, before replying with a strikingly large grin. "Interesting is one way of saying it, yes. Cocky, arrogant, vain, ignorant, narcissistic little shit is another. Just like I was at that age. Oh, the memories of being a teenager."

Sophie's only reply was a nod of the head and a light-hearted, nervous giggle.

"I'm sure he'll come around. Though, he does act strangely when he wants something he can't have. He can deny it all he wants- I'm practically his role model." Licking his lips, Jim turned to the girl and nodded. "Nice chatting with you, Sophie." At that, Moriarty strode off in the opposite direction as Sophie began to make her way to her new bedroom.

OK, he was terrifying, but at least he mad manners, unlike some.