Hello! I just wanted to get a chapter up today. I know this chapter is a bit short... I'm sorry, but I'm hoping to put them out more often.
I hope you enjoy! Though, I'm not sure if anyone has read this yet, I have high hopes!
I don't own Sherlock (any incarnation...)
I do own the plot line... and all my grammatical (and spelling) errors. Also.. This kinda seems OOC to me...
Enjoy!
He was in jail. He was bored. He'd only been here a week and he was running it from the inside out. Looking around his cell, he sighed. He was only here to hide. At least until he was in the clear enough to resume his crown. He figured he only had about six months left. He had his right hand on the outside, posing as a normal person, but his right hand was currently running things. He knew his right hand could handle it. It's hard to get so high up and not get a little smart.
He could honestly break out any time of any day, just get up and go. It was nice… he only wished he wasn't with stuck such average people.
"You're all boring." He pouted. No one dared answer him. He let the guards think they still had control, so he still had to mingle with these petty drug dealers.
They were in the Rec. Room. They'd been told they were getting pen pals. Moriarty scoffed. They were being forced to write to children. They obviously don't know some of their prisoners. Namely, himself.
He knowing he could twist some innocent child's mind made him hope things would stop being boring.
Not a minute later they had their letters from their assigned pals… Moriarty opened his… as he read, his smile grew. By the end of it, it nearly split his face in half. He couldn't believe his good luck. Maybe things would stop being boring.
He took up his pen, grinning maniacally.
The response letters came on Wednesday. The current proxy for the teacher wasn't sure what they were supposed to be doing so they weren't allowed to get the letters until a day later.
John almost audibly sighed. He had been looking forward to this for nearly a week. He supposed he could wait one more day.
Until one day turned onto two, then three, then a week. Eventually the rest of the class had all but forgotten the letters. The substitute refused to give them the letters because he didn't agree with what the school was doing.
John didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell Sherlock, he'd support the teacher. Lestrade was out of the question, he'd tell Sherlock.
John decided to go to the office around lunchtime to see if they could do anything.
It appeared they could not. They allowed it, but did not enforce it. John would have to take matters into his own hands. All he had to do was sneak into the teacher's room after they were gone, break into the locked desk and find his letter. No problem. He and Sherlock had done far harder stuff.
It turns out that he was not yet sneaky enough on his own. He got caught by one of the other english teachers… To John's surprise, he agreed to help him.
John liked the teacher even more than he had. He'd never had this teacher for a class… Mr. Moran was relatively new, only started teaching at the beginning of this year, but the man did chaperone a club he'd joined. They'd instantly liked one another.
Mr. Moran was a veteran. A sniper, from what John had heard… He had a very commanding air about him and John wouldn't be surprised if he had been a higher up.
Mr. Moran unlocked the door and stood guard. John was in and out before there could be a close call. He thanked the teacher and promised to bring cookies for him.
"Make them chocolate chip and I'll let you send your letters with my class." The teacher winked.
John grinned wide enough to show all of his teeth. He always made chocolate chip.
They went their separate ways. Mr. Moran to his classroom and John to the parking lot.
John was dying to open the letter, but he'd have to wait until he knew no one could see him. He was in to far for Sherlock to know… Now he was hiding something, and that never went over well. This, was even more likely to get him punished.
John was walking home, trying not to bounce up and down. Sherlock was on a case right now, so he would either not be home or he would be too lost in his mind palace to notice John. John grinned. Normally he would hate that, but it did have its advantages. When he walked in the front door, Ms. Hudson was waiting for him.
"Hullo John, dear! Sherlock asked me to tell you he wouldn't be home tonight. He wants you to stay with me."
John sighed. So much for being left alone. He loved Ms. Hudson, don't get him wrong. But he was dying to read this letter and respond. Maybe he could think of something.
"Actually Ms. Hudson… I have quite a bit of homework… Would it be alright if I went up, did it all then came back down…? I promise to help around the flat." He batted his eyelashes slightly.
"Well, I suppose. Just be down before too long. I wanted to know if you would like to help me make cookies." She looked slightly disheartened that John didn't want to go with her right away.
"Oh, I would love to! I actually promised one of my teachers that I would make him some chocolate chip ones… Would it be too much trouble to ask you to help me… I could never do that alone…" John fibbed a little. He could mostly because he helped Ms. Hudson so much.
"Of course dear!" She perked up right away.
"Fantastic! I'll be down before too long, I promise." John ran up the stairs as he said this.
When he was in the living room, he didn't wait to see if Sherlock actually was there. He had done that once to catch John off guard. It worked, needless to say.
John ran up the stairs to his room, not pausing until his door was locked. He dumped his school things on the floor, grabbing the letter.
John took a steadying breath as he opened it. He felt silly. He was acting as if it were a love letter or some nonsense…
John couldn't wait another second.
Dear Johnny-Boy,
Hi! I'm fascinated to have this chance! Your last letter was absolutely adorable! My name is James. I'm in for things you don't have permission to ask about. My hobbies include crime, crime and, apparently, getting caught. Haha!
I plan to go back to crime when I get out. If I get out. I own pretty much everyone in here… I've only got one 'friend' on the outside. Great guy. I hope you never have to meet him!
I'm not nearly as interesting as you are, it seems… so sorry to disappoint!
You live with Sherlock?! That's so cool! I'm just sure you have some juicy stories to tell! From what I've heard he is the best of the best. I'm glad you haven't been hurt with how much you've been kidnapped. Then who would provide me with such cute letters?!
I've only heard of your flatmate. I haven't had the pleasure (or displeasure) of meeting him. Yet.
I read your blog all the time! I think it's so adorable Sherlock lets his pet come along on cases.
Alright, my turn for questions! How's school? Do you have lots of friends? What makes you want to be a doctor? Hmmm I need another generic question. Oh! What's your favorite color? Mine changes on what my day is like.
Don't worry, little one. I won't tell your flatmate about our forbidden love!
Haha!
Until next time,
~J
John was stunned. And blushing. The letter made him uncomfortable. He got so many mixed feelings… He called John cute… which he didn't like, but he supposed it was a compliment. Did his pen pal like him or not? John could see it argued either way right now… Some of the phrases made him upset. He wasn't Sherlock's pet. And why had he said 'forbidden love'? Was this James person just messing with him? How should John respond? Should he respond…? He couldn't ask anyone, they'd all tell Sherlock.
John sighed. He decided he didn't want to write a letter just yet. He wanted to process all of it first.
He put all of his things back in his bag and walked back down to Ms. Hudson. She was all set up for baking. John smiled, At least he didn't have to think about this James guy for a while.
Was it okay...? I know, kinda bland... Don't worry though. It gets better. Probably.
See you all soon! *Crickets*
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Have a nice day!
~Miss Taken