So I just want to say, the fact that I have any followers at all, IS AMAZING! I'm freaking out, you don't even know! Thank you all so much!
But uh, I wrote this at work... I've been quite the procrastinator. So, ENJOY!
"Sherlock." John said and smiled when the face he knew turned to him.
"Yes John?" He said in an annoyed tone. They both stared at one another for a few moments before the laughing started.
"I thought I'd never talk to you in that body again!" John said, smiling softly, "It's a relief to know you're back to normal."
"Ah but was I ever really normal?" Sherlock joked.
"Sorry to interrupt, but who's that?" River asked, standing between the two flatmates and nodding her head toward the doorway. They turned their heads to look.
"Moriarty." Sherlock growled.
"Hello!" He sang, wiggling his fingers, "Now I knew you were clever Sherly, but I never thought you'd be able to survive killing yourself."
"Oh no." JOhn said, putting a hand on Sherlock's arm to stop him from walking up to the madman, and of course, he ignored it.
"Now now, you know I'm too smart to kill myself."
"I know. I killed you, doofus! Shot you right in the head." He replied, putting two fingers against the detectives skull, making a popping sound, before he pushed Sherlock back into the room, pulling out a real gun and holding it to his chin, "Care to tell me how you're still standing!" He shouted as Rose and the Doctor ran into the room, and River placed her hand on her own gun, ready to draw.
"How'd you get past security with that?" Meta crisis asked, appalled at the excess amount of firearms in the room.
"Yeah, and how did you know he was here?" John asked. Sherlock watched Jim's face change. His expression lightened, became more playful, but he knew him too well to know that didn't make the man any less dangerous.
"Ordinary people with their ordinary questions. So boring." He growled before he rolled his eyes and dropped his face, then he giggled, leaning into Sherlock and whispered, "How about you tell em darling."
"Janine." Sherlock revealed, his brow furrowing.
"No, Janine isn't rogue!" Rose said, her hand finding the Doctor's.
"Of course not, but her bff Mary is." Moriarty said, and John's eyes widened. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of there being a version of his wife still alive in this universe.
"Mary Morstan?" He asked.
"Ooh, you know her?" Moriarty glanced around Sherlock and John, "Is this your new play thing, Sherlock? He seems terrible ordinary, are you sure about him?"
"I can assure you John is anything but ordinary." Sherlock said, causing John to blush and Moriarty snapped his gaze back to the detective.
"I'd take that gun off of my friend if I were you." The Doctor said, his anger swelling. His head was dropped and his brow was arched, he glanced up at the criminal, who met his eyes and laughed.
"Or what?" He giggled, "You'll kill me?" His smile faded as he looked the Doctor up and down, "Nah, you're not a killer."
"He's killed more than any one of you could imagine, more than you could dream of." Duplicate ten said, raising his brows, he walked up to the consulting criminal, "He wouldn't be so reserved right now if it weren't for all of his friends watching."
"Is that so?" Moriarty said, smiling and looking back to Sherlock, "Quite bold that one."
"Doctor, this man isn't going to back down, he's quite insane." Sherlock said.
"Oh thank you sweet heart." Moriarty chimed, "Tell me bow tie, would you kill me if I shot your friend here? The one that know so much about you?" He turned the gun onto the meta crisis, who stepped back, looking down on the gun in his face, he slowly put his hands up.
"No!" Rose said, stepping forward, the Doctor held tighter onto her hand as the meta crisis held his hand up to her.
"No, Rose, don't move." He said to her as Moriarty glanced back and spotted the Doctor's hand grasping Rose's.
"Say uh... Tall boy... That your girl?" He said smiling, "The one grasping bow tie boy's hand for dear life?" He laughed.
"Alright I'm tired of this, that's enough out of now." River said, holding her gun to Moriarty's head. He giggled before his face fell flat.
"Are you gonna kill me? Oh no!" He feigned fear, "I'm quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots." River smiled and held out her hand.
"The gun, please."
"No, I think I'll keep it."
"It would be wise of you to give me the gun, you see, I'm not like these men. I've been to prison, just got out actually."
"And what were you in prison for? You're killer curves." Moriarty joked as he cocked back the hammer on his gun, which he still had pointed at the duplicate, though it was lowered a bit.
"Afraid not sweetie." She smirked and Rose screamed as two guns fired, one right after the other.
This one's a bit shorter, but I've got urgent matters to tend to!
Also, is it bad that writing Moriarty is a lot of fun for me?
