A/N: Hellloooooooo my little lovlies! I do hope you enjoyed your respective religious (or non-religious) holidays! Apologies for not writing in the past two weeks, my family has certainly kept me busy ;D Onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: I am extremely jealous of BBC and Steven Moffat for owning Sherlock...it'd be rather nice if they gifted it to the fans! ;)

JIM POV

When Jim awoke, all he saw was a blinding light, that and a hell of a lot of wires and tubes. What the actual fuck? Am I in heaven, cause if so it kinda blows...Unfortunately, his brooding was interrupted by a muscular and extremely attractive body crashing into his, grabbing like he'd never let go.

"Oh fuck, Jim. I thought I'd l-lost you there, b-buddy." Jim looked up to see his lab partner, the tough, confident guy now looked defeated and broken. Well at least we have that in common, now. The boy in the hospital bed started to look around, curious of how he'd gotten to this place, "I was ju-just going to the bathroom to take a piss, and," Seb's face crumpled into a state of sadness with what looked like a million tears running down his face, despite this he continued, "there you were! Just laying there...alone and broken." He whispered the last part and looked Jim straight in the eyes, the blue beauties were boring into Jim's brain.

"I was alone, and fuck who cares about the faggy psychopath who cuts himself?! No one, Seb. My father wants me dead, fucking Powers told me so as well, and you know what? I WANTED TO BE." Jim's voice started off hoarse from not talking for a long time, then grew into a yell full of hatred.

Cue brooding session number two, which was also interrupted by Sebastian. Don't make a habit out of it, Moran.

"I care," he whispered, looking down at Jim's wrists, which were handcuffed to the bed, thanks a fucking lot, and took his left arm in his huge hands, "I've known you for such a fucking short period of time, but you wanna know something Jim? When I saw you bleeding out, it was like my world was falling down," he took a breath to calm himself and continued in a stronger voice, "So don't you dare fucking say that no one cares, 'cause I do. And it'll be because of old age or some other shit that you die, not some fucking suicide."

"Well that's not up to you, now is it?"

TIME LAPSE

No one could really tell what happened to Jim after that day in the hospital. It was like he'd hardened his heart and his body. The boy went to school two months later with a now jailed father and wanting revenge. Time had passed and it was now swimming season in school, with the Almighty Powers still leading the bunch. His death wasn't too unfortunate for Seb, and certainly not for Jim, considering he's the one who caused it.

Only he and Seb knew.

People either feared or respected him, and none dared to mess with the new king of the school. His reign didn't last that long, though. He dropped out after two years, not seeing any point in education if he already knew what he needed to know.

Time passed and Seb enrolled in the army, he'd already had enough training in killing from Jim's new business, leaving behind his now lover and their booming business of a consulting criminal. His name was infamous without being heard, and his reign strong and unyielding, and his sex life was fucking awesome, thanks to his darling right hand man.

Everything was going damn well for Jim Moriarty, and after time, he knew what his next project would be, Sherlock Holmes.

Fin

A/N: This is most definitely not what I had planned when I started the fic...damn that went really quickly! I suppose I always thought it would, but it's sad for me to say it's done :( Thank you soooooo much to all who followed this story, it means a lot! I would love to do a sequel if that piqued your interest (I may even try my hand at smut ;D) so if you wanna see that just leave a comment :) Until next time!

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