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John POV
M-Moriarty. Jane Moriarty. I'm having a coffee with Jane Moriarty! What is wrong with me?
I finally find it within myself to regain the immense composure needed to sit back down in my chair, "Y-y-you-you're Moriarty's sister?!" Oh yes, John. Immensely tactful, that was.
I must truly look the part of the bumbling sidekick as I try to wrap my brain around Moriarty having a family. And Jane is just sitting there. She seems curious – amused – as if she truly is another Sherlock studying the newest victim.
Can this beautiful and curious creature truly be related to Moriarty? Then again, siblings don't have to be alike, they can be opposites – look at Sherlock and Mycroft…But then again, even those two were still on the same side.
But Jane was at Sherlock's grave, his grave; she was trying to atone for what her brother had done, trying to apologize, she can't truly be evil.
Can she?
With my clarity regained (hopefully) I redirect my attention to the problem at hand. What to do next. "Would've never thought he had a family." Great. Now I'm the one that sounds insensitive. Way to go, John.
But she doesn't really seem offended – more…amused. Well, I guess that's what comes from being Moriarty's sister…
Jane POV
He's processing. Good. I was starting to worry there for a minute.
Though he really does look the part of the bumbling sidekick. Sherly truly knows how to pick his pets…
His internal struggle must have ended for the most part because he comments, somewhat offhandedly, "Would've never thought he had a family." I suppose it depends on what you mean by "family", Johnny-boy…
I register that I probably look too amused – but come ON! The man fell out of his chair and choked on his coffee! It doesn't get much more sitcom than thaaat! At any rate, I should probably say something back. Something a bit more tactful than his comment was – maybe even throw in a guilt trip, oooh, I do love laying it on...
And speaking of laying it on, I make sure to put as much sadness and pain into my voice and contort my facial features into a pre-crying position, "Yes, Dr. Watson, he had a family. He just didn't care to pay all that much love and attention to it." Not true. So very not true. He would've done anything to make his baby sister (by thirty minutes Jimmy!) happy. Actually, come to think of it, he quite literally did EVERYTHING he could do…
Johnny's face falls as he realizes that he probably just struck a chord. Oh, honey – it's almost a shame you'll never know that I'm the one doing the plucking…Or rather, I suppose you will find out…just not yet. We've got a while to play before things get really interesting…
"Oh my god I am so sorry." Right. He's still here. "I just don't know what I'm saying or thinking or, Hell, even feeling these days." He pauses for a moment. "I just can't allow myself to believe he's gone I mean…he's…" He pauses to swallow the lump visibly rising in his throat before, "he was Sherlock Holmes. The Great and Annoying. But also the best friend I-I've ever had."
Seriously? Sherlock bloody Holmes was the best friend you've ever had?! Boy, you really don't get out much do you, Johnny-boy… No, obviously not – I mean, look at you. You look a mess. "You seem a mess." I try to say it in as sympathetic a way as possible. But it's hard – sympathy was invented by the weak minded to justify all the pity-parties. God, I can't stand it!
But instead of taking it as sympathy – was the tone really that bad? – he laughs a hoarse laugh. "Yes, yes I suppose I must."
Wait a beat, look unsure, bat your eyelashes subtly, "Is it just Sherlock you don't know what to say, think, or feel about?" Alright, if he bites on this one, I'm buying Seb a steak dinner with all the trimmings.
Flustered and blushing – oh good God, really? I mean, is he a 13-year-old kid with all the blushing and the terrified flirting? This is just embarrassing. Well, actually no – it's embarrassing for him, but it's funny as Hell for me…
He looks up at me almost uncertainly – about what I'm implying or about if I'm implying it? – and says, "Well I…I just…look it's been a weird day, you know?" I nod numbly, not quite sure where he's going with this – ooh, that's exciting…ME, not knowing where someone so ordinary is going. "I go to Sherlock's grave all the time," Rather like clockwork, only without the amusingly infuriating cuckoo bird popping out… "And was having a hard enough time processing Sherlock's death, only now I find that not only did Moriarty have a sister, but she's absolutely beautiful and I –"
Shyly, I cut him off. "You think I'm beautiful?"
He just blinks for a second. "Well, yeah. Yeah, I do."
I force a blush onto my cheeks, smiling coyly and playing the part but oh goodness me, he actually bought it? This quickly? The man must really be lonely. Though I guess that would make sense, what with Sherly driving away all female companionship with his Sherlyness…
Well, what do you know? I guess Seb really is getting that steak, after all.
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