A/N: Ok, Moriarty would have to see John's tattoos before he had the violin because in the original story John explains that he got the tattoo after the fall…so assuming Moriarty did die John and Moriarty would have to have this conversation before then. Therefore, this takes place during the Great Game when John is kidnapped and taken to the pool.

PS: Does anyone think they are too repetitive as a set? Should I set them up as individual one-shots?

John and Moriarty

"Strip." James ordered as he stepped out of the van. He smirked at John.

"What?" John asked. He hesitated even though there was another man pointing a gun at his chest.

"Oh alright, Mr. Modest just take off your shirt." Moriarty mocked John in his high pitched sing-song voice. John unbuttoned his shirt and slowly slipped it off. He shivered against the cold London air. They were standing outside a large brown building. John really didn't have any idea where they were. The last thing he remembered was being knocked across the back of the head then waking up with James Moriarty's large brown eyes staring down at him. The man that had visited the lab with Molly looked different in a suit and tie. His scowl had turned into a smirk when their eyes met.

"Hello, I'm James Moriarty. I've been playing games with Sherlock and now you are part of it too," was all he said to John until they reached their current position. Moriarty's voice snapped John out of his thoughts.

"Oh ho! Well look at this! Johnny boy you did surprise me, and that is an accomplishment!" Moriarty stroked the ink that covered John's chest and arms. He touched John's scar too. John bristled against the contact. It was foreign and unwelcome. James tutted. "Now now don't be like that."

Moriarty clipped a battery pack to John's belt and clipped the ear piece into John's ear. Then he slowly walked around John. He touched a few of the tattoos but mostly observed. John felt intensely uncomfortable under Moriarty's scrutiny. Suddenly he moved in close to John's face. He poked the blank area over the middle of John's chest.

"Why is this blank when everywhere else in this area is covered? Saving it for someone special?" He asked twisting his face into a smile.

"Nothing to put there yet," was all John offered to the crazed criminal. In all seriousness John had no idea what the other man was implying or what he found so amusing. Moriarty pulled his hands back and continued to think with a twisted smile on his face.

"Healer and a soldier, you are an interesting man. I mean as interesting as you can be as a regular person. You aren't very extraordinary, but interesting. No wonder he keeps you around. Maybe it has something to do with that, but it doesn't matter. It's cute really…"Moriarty trailed off as he handed John his shirt back.

"What is?" John couldn't help but ask. He trembled as Moriarty reached into a duffle bag on the floor. John assumed bombs would be strapped him now. The henchman still pointed a gun at his chest.

"He is so attached to you! So quickly too! I've watched him for a long time John Watson and let me tell you, you have changed the man!" Moriarty struggled to contain his excitement. "It will be an excellent end to the game."

"What do you mean?" John asked. He felt he was talking to Sherlock, and it was assumed he already knew half of the conversation.

"Sherlock, he is just infatuated with you. He's so attached to you, his little blogger. I call you his pet, but he seems to like blogger. Wait until you see what I have planned."

"He's in love with me?" John scoffed at the idea. It was absurd. Brilliant Sherlock in love with him… "But I'm not..."

"Yes yes I know! Not gay! Oh don't be dull! Not now after you were being so interesting." Moriarty nearly shouted then became rather calm. John just took one step back. The man was half crazed.

"Right." John nodded. This was almost like dealing with Sherlock except Moriarty was manic in his actions where Sherlock was measured. Moriarty used gloves to hook up the bombs to John's chest. He pulled away after a few minutes and looked at John again. His face was serious now, but his eyes still held the crazed glint in them. Moriarty looked him over one last time before he spoke again.

"Keep saving that space Dr. Watson and hope I don't get bored soon" Moriarty turned away from him with his hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me, why?" John called after him.

"Because if I have anything to say about it, you might be dead and Sherlock will be. He'll be ruined and dead. It will be such fun though," Moriarty smiled again wickedly. "Oh, and if you would be so kind…don't tell Sherlock anything I said. We geniuses like to play games on our own and it will just be worse for you later. Come along now. We have to get you into position. Oh I cannot wait to see his face!"

Moriarty walked away. John had no choice but to follow as the gunman nudged him in the back with the tip of the gun. Even so, as he walked he thought about Moriarty's words about Sherlock.

Then he was nudged into the pool room. Sherlock's face turned from confidence to disbelief when he saw John in the fluffy jacket that covered the explosives. John heard Moriarty's voice in his ear. As he repeated the words and then revealed the truth, John saw relief cross Sherlock's face for a moment. Then fear and panic returned. Moriarty's words echoed in his head again. He's so attached to you... You've changed the man. John didn't believe him, but Moriarty even suggested something similar to Sherlock.

"We both know that's not quite true."

John closed his eyes. When he opened them, John was laying in his bed. The rest of that evening flashed before his eyes, but it was only a memory now. In the end Moriarty had won the game. he had never told Sherlock about the conversation he had with Moriarty because it seemed unimportant after the pool. It was only later that he realized the significance and by then it was to late. Now Sherlock was dead. He had jumped, and now John was alone. Even more alone than before the detective had come into his life. The dreams made John doubt in Sherlock. Some nights he heard the phone call with Sherlock over and over as Sherlock called himself a fake. Something in his voice always made John sure that Sherlock had been lying about faking his abilities. Even so, the words were what had rocked John's faith in the other man.

" I'm sorry. I thought it would take longer for him to get bored Sherlock I really did." He put a hand over the spot on his chest that Moriarty had touched so long ago. Just touching the spot brought him back into reality where Sherlock had been proved to be innocent and his reputation had been restored. Now there was a violin there. A violin that placed Sherlock's name across John's heart. Sherlock was still gone but he had faith in the detective again. This was reality where John Watson would always believe in Sherlock Holmes. "Maybe I was saving it. Maybe he was right."

A/N: Story lines I'm working on for this: Anderson/Donovan (finally a plausible idea!), Mycroft, Harry, a couple of scenes about John, possible reunion moment, Mrs. Hudson. Possibly Irene - I haven't thought about her a lot yet.