Some more very familiar faces to arrive very, very soon…

Jack sucked on his bottom lip in contemplation. He didn't usually sleep, that was just his norm. So lying awake at 3:00am wasn't exactly unusual for him. But he did have a lot to think about. He killed a man today. Well, that isn't exactly a big deal, it's not like it's his first. And it won't be my last. Those words ran swiftly through his mind, coursing through his thoughts, and it didn't faze him in the least. If anything, he was merciful. He pointed a gun called Sophie a bitch; he got what he had coming to him. No one could talk to what (who) was Jack's like that. Jack could think of a million and one ways to kill a person. It was just his nature. Technically, he was, as ordinary people liked to say, a 'psychopath in the making'. Megalomaniac. Whatever they liked to use. But they were wrong. He wasn't 'in the making', in any way, shape, or form. He was already there, by every way of it. He was just a very, very good actor. Just like his brother. But putting your mind to it, there wasn't much the Moriarty brothers couldn't do.

Jack excelled in everything he'd ever done. Just like Jim.

Genius in physics.

Genius in chemistry.

Math.

Literature.

Music, even.

Everything.

Everything he tried, no matter how vague his interest, he could do it.

Just like Jim.

But killing was something Jack enjoyed. It was something with interest. It made him excited. There were limits to certain things in this life. But not how many ways you can kill a person. Human screams were interesting, the way their eyes widened when they realized their breath would be their last. It was all so interesting. Of course, he had control. Jack didn't just go round killing everyone, like some common murderer. Just the thought was disgusting. Doing something without reason. It disgusted Jack. Curing boredom however, was another story.

Yes, death was on his mind.

Or so he'd tell you if you asked.

He'd kissed Sophie. Sophie Moran. He had kissed Sophie Moran. Why was this a big deal? He'd kissed (alright, beyond kissed) plenty, plenty of people in his lifetime. So why was this… different? Was it because Sophie was initially so adamant that it would never happen? No. Jack had convinced the straightest, butchest males into deeds with him that would make anyone blush. Was it because of her brother? No, definitely not. Sebastian was one of Jack's favourite people. Most of the time more than Jim, actually. Was it… What? Jack couldn't think why he was… Oh God, why did he care? Jack Moriarty doesn't care. He doesn't feel.

But that was the issue.

He did.

He was feeling.

Sophie woke up still feeling an echo of the adrenaline from the recent events. Hijack. Becoming an enemy to the Government. Killing. Kissing. Killing. Kissing.

Sophie knew it was stupid, and irrational, but she could just... Feel Jack's (surprisingly soft and minty) breath on her own, he's cool lips brushing against her lips and his light touch on her cheek. Sophie let a smile slip to her features at the memory, but that was all. She couldn't dwell on it, no matter that it made Sophie ache, she knew Jack was just fulfilling what he said he would when they first met, and Sophie wouldn't let it go any further. She had so much more important things at hand, and kissing Jack Moriarty wasn't one of them.

Sophie showered and dressed in a light, flowing tank top and shorts. She decided, as of her recent experiences, when you're living with Jim Moriarty, anything can happen. Preparation, that's all.

She left her bedroom. Would Jack be up? Would he be asleep? Did he sleep last night? This was getting childish. So many questions. Sophie walked out of her bedroom, strolling the marble floor and feeling a cool breeze push her long waves from resting across her chest to draping in one hot wave down her back. She raised her head and saw Jim leaning over the balcony, looking out into the distant everything.

Jim Moriarty.

He saw beauty in everything, but at the same time, nothing. He could appreciate the most seemingly insignificant part of anything there was, but at the same time sometimes just wouldn't see the point in anything. Sophie hadn't actually seen, but Jim had episodes, according to Sebastian, where he'd try to kill himself. If he was bored. Naturally, Sophie had seen his usual episodes, maybe shooting a million pound painting back home, killing one of his 'incompetent' employees from time to time, but she'd only heard his suicidal episodes. Only once had this happened. She was curled up in bed in the mansion back home at 4:00am when she'd awoken with a headache and heard bullets and muffled shouting. It was clear from the noise someone was being manhandled down there, and Sophie considered going down herself. It was obviously Sebastian calming Jim down. Some people thought her brother was a bad person. But he wasn't. And neither was Jim. People think killing makes you inhuman. Some people think it makes you a bad person. And sometimes, it does. But really, wasn't everyone a troubled soul?

Sophie put her thoughts to rest and walked towards Jim with far more confidence then she could've ever managed all those months ago when she'd moved in. Jim didn't even notice her arrival until she leaned over the balcony next to him and looked out into the distance; the world was such a big place. And she was getting to experience it all.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sophie licked her lips as Jim raised his head slightly, keeping his black eyes focused only on the horizon of the midday sun.

"Bored." Jim half-heartedly rolled his eyes and turned slightly to face Sophie with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Hello, Sunshine."

Sophie smiled at the gesture and nodded in reply. "Jim… Why are we here? Me and Jack?" There was no point, Sophie had learnt, from putting off her thoughts around Jim Moriarty. He could read anyone anyway, so there was no use. The thought had been prying on her find since she stepped foot onto the jet, even though herself and Jack more or less knew.

Jim took a deep breath through his nose and slumped his shoulders slightly, turning to the balcony once more. "The time we were at home, well we shouldn't have been. It was really just to get you settled. We'll be travelling a lot more now, Soph. But, you know…" Jim paused to sigh and wince. "What I do, Love. Consulting criminal, and all that jazz. But you're not naïve; you're aware what that means."

Sophie nodded her head and turned her back on the balcony so the sun beat down on her back. "Yes, I'm aware."

Jim licked his lips and let a smile, not a smirk, not a manic grin, but a smile slip onto his features. "Sebastian's out on a killing now." Jim stopped abruptly to see Sophie's reaction. When they spoke about work, Jim didn't actually use the words to what Sebastian was actually doing. Nor himself. He wouldn't say 'killing', 'assassination', 'bombing'. He'd say 'working', 'sorting something out', 'taking care'. But the truth of it was Sophie had said she was aware she was to be in danger.

Sophie didn't even process what Jim had said until he paused so hurriedly, and that scared her. She didn't flinch at the word 'killing', not in the least. "Oh, OK." She paused and tried to make her next sentence sound casual. "… Where's Jack?" It failed.

Jim let out a breathy but loud laugh and licked his lips. This was going to be funny. "Why do you ask?"

Sophie was a composed person. But that calm left her right at that moment. "Oh, oh I… I just… Wondering, that's all." The hot rush of blush crept upon her porcelain cheeks.

Jim laughed a laugh Sophie hadn't heard before, and shook his head. "Sophie, you might be fooling your brother but you're not fooling me." Jim looked up to the teen with a smile on his face. "And since you asked, he's with Seb."

Sophie's blush deepened uncontrollably, but a small laugh came from her mouth. "Oh. Why?"

The smile faded from Jim Moriarty's sharp features. "He wanted to. So I let him." His voice was darker; it had a stronger edge to it. "Come on. We need to get going." Jim took Sophie's arm as softly as he could manage for his temper, leading her to the car. "Stay safe. Stay hidden. Stay quiet."

There was something different in his eyes. Danger. Fear. Worry.

Not my best, but I have so many plans! Familiar faces soon.