Just to repeat the disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended and I own nothing except Percy. Angie is property of naturerocs.

Big shout out and thank you to the awesome naturerocs, her brilliant story "Didn't Expect That" inspired me to think up Percy and her encouragement got me writing.

London Calling

The morning I left for London, I got a taxi to pick me up and take me to the train station. As I sat amongst the commuters on their way to Cardiff, Bristol and London, my mind thought ahead to seeing James for the first time in two weeks. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach exploded into butterflies, but there was a big part of me that was angry. He's destroyed our home because he was annoyed; we hadn't parted on the best terms. The journey took a little over five hours, and I was exhausted before I even had started the day's business. I walked through Waterloo station blending in with all the other commuters and travelers and got in a cab to my hotel. I was going to stay with Seb, but after some thought I decided against it and booked myself a room at the Dorchester. I was going to stay in style, after my entire house had been eviscerated. I quickly changed into my battle dress; impressions are a necessary evil and need to be kept up. Also, its always fun to torment your lover. I had decided upon a favourite outfit, black leggings, a low cut and tight black strappy top, my favourite red tartan skirt, just short enough to get attention, but nothing immodest, my killer knee high leather boots. To finish the outfit, I added black fingerless gloved and a cropped, v-necked black jumper. I added black eyeliner and mascara and left my long hair down. I looked in the long mirror by the door and smiled, Jim had a bit of a thing about me in this particular outfit, and whenever I wore it he spent all his time trying to get if off me.

I walked through Mayfair down the Mall past Buckingham Palace, along the Strand and onto Cheapside where the Insurer's office was. I felt cool clam and collected after my walk, being a nameless person amongst the crowd of people had relaxed me.

I walked up to the receptionist.

"Good Morning, I'm here to see Mr. Reynolds, the name is Percy Holmes."

"Ah yes, Mr. Reynolds will be with you shortly please take a seat Miss. Holmes." I sat down and pulled my phone out of my bag, I had a text from Mycroft.

"I have left a package for you at your Hotel, I need you to deliver it to Sherlock. MH."

"Okay, Will do. Percy x"

I kept my reply short and sweet. At least I now had an excuse to escape. Why this meeting had been called I'd never know, they could've phoned me to tell me whether or not the insurance company was going to pay out or not. Seeing as the flat was in my name I didn't know why Jim had to be there either, but he did and there was nothing I could to change that. Just as I looked up, I saw Jim walk through the door. He looked gorgeous in a tight fitted black shirt and black washed jeans. He also had a black leather jacket and dark green scarf on, the colour made his eyes sparkle. I was sunk and I hadn't even spoken to him.

"Hello Percy." Jim greeted, the cutest smile lighting up his face as he caught my eye. His voice making my insides melt.

"Hello Jim." I replied, actually blushing. This was ridiculous; I had to get a grip. It had been thirty seconds and I'd forgiven and forgotten everything. Love was a powerful and dangerous weapon. I just wanted to run to him and never let go. Luckily the intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Reynolds will see you both now." Said the receptionist. A door to her left opened and there stood Mr. Reynolds. He reminded me of a vulture.

"Mr. Moriarty, Miss Holmes, come into my office." We walked through door. "Please take a seat." Once we were all seated, Reynolds pulled out a folder, it was huge. This was going to take forever.

"I called you both, as you were both the occupants of 125 New Cavendish Street, although the deeds were in your name Miss Holmes, Mr. Moriarty was the name on the bank account that paid for the flat. So we assumed joint occupancy, is this correct?"

"Yes, we lived together." I answered, giving Jim a sad smile.

"Thank you, we just needed conformation of joint occupancy. I have some difficult news, even though you technically owned the property Miss Holmes, Mr. Moriarty financed the property and so he is the sole receiver of the compensation." I was shocked. So even though it was my flat, because Jim had bought it, he got the compensation? How did that work? Why was it divided? When I'd said to Angie this was like a divorce, it hadn't been exaggerating.

"Mr. Reynolds, can I ask why I am not receiving any monetary compensation?"

"When reviewing the case, it was decided that the financial loss was greater for Mr. Moriarty."

"Right okay." I still didn't understand. Jim sensing my confusion and disappointment took my hand in his. This simple act gave me the conformation that no matter what we faced, together made us stronger.

"Mr. Reynolds, firstly, could you tell me the amount we are to receive and when? Secondly, I understand the situation, but we were living as a couple, not as separate people sharing accommodation. The compensation should be split, at least in half, if not all go to the owner of the property."

"You personally will be receiving £2 million pounds to cover the renewal of property and possessions. Also a proportion of this money reimburses you any extra costs of accommodation. To answer your second query, I am not the maker of these decisions, just he informant, if you wish to appeal the decision it will take at least another three months." Replied Reynolds in a clipped tone, obviously not liking his authority questioned. I squeezed Jim's hand and said.

"It's fine, tell us where to sign and we'll sort it between us privately."

"A wise decision Miss Holmes. You both need to sign and initial where I have indicated." I was on autopilot. I just signed, and stood up. Jim handed back the forms and came to stand next to me, he put his hand in mine, telling me we were a united front.

"The money will be with by Friday Mr. Moriarty. Have a nice day."

"Thank you." Replied Jim as he led me out of the offices.

One we were outside the door Jim pulled me into a hug. For a moment the world was perfect. Jim stepped away, as if he had suddenly remembered we were meant to be separated.

"It's alright Percy, we'll sort this out. The money is yours; I'll have transferred over to you on Friday. That way you can move back to London if you want and not worry. It was my fault after all, I'm sorry." He finished his little speech, not looking at me.

"Jim, look at me." He turned to look at me, meeting my eyes. "It doesn't matter, it was our home, not just mine or just yours. We can find somewhere new."

"We? Do you mean I haven't lost you?"

"Of course not, you never will." I replied with a smile. That moment was perfect, as Jim captured my lips with his, the world stopped, just for a second.

We walked hand in hand through the streets of London, and for the first time in what seemed like forever I was happy again. I felt complete. We stopped for lunch in China Town, where Seb joined us.

You know those moments when you do something stupid just because it is fun? When karaoke was suggested, oddly by Jim, I for some reason didn't say no. I think it was the need to celebrate and be silly. The start to my day had been dreadful, only brightening when Jim arrived, and again we'd rescued each other. I didn't question why we were drinking at lunchtime. Three cocktails later I found myself on stage, dancing and singing Evanescence's "Bring me to Life". It was really, really fun, the venue had a live band! As I came of stage, I was enveloped in a tight hug from Jim, who the proceeded to kiss me senseless. It was worth getting up on stage just for that. Photographic evidence was taken and then posted on my Facebook page, again not by me, but by Jim. Somehow we managed to convince Seb to get up and sing. Which was rather funny because Seb is a talented man, but signing is not one of those talents.

The evening progressed well; with us swinging by the hotel before heading back out into London to party. The drink flowed, the dancing got more outrageous the later it got and we caught up with many friends. It was a perfect night. I think it was about 6am; the sun was rising, when we finally made our way back to the hotel to sleep. We walked, well I got a piggy back from Seb, back to our hotel and Seb got the tube home.

As we got back to my room, I was suddenly very aware of how close I was to Jim. His presence was invading my every sense. I walked further into the room, trying to clear my head. I felt Jim come up behind me, one hand around my waist, the other gently moving my hair as he kissed my neck. I turned my head to capture Jim's lips and deepened our kiss. As we broke to breathe, I said.

"As much as you are delightfully distracting, I really need a shower." Jim's very cute pout made me giggle. "Of course, you could always join me." I said as I walked into the bathroom.

We spent the next afternoon and evening nursing our hangovers and ordering room service and having another 'early' night.

Angie had been in contact with John and told him she was coming to see him in London, and as I hadn't seen Angie for days and John for years she invited me along too. I sat in Angelo's waiting for the Watsons to arrive.

Angie walked into Angelo's.

I smiled and waved her over. "Hi!"

Angie smiled and hugged me. "Hey!"

"John's coming, right?"

"Yeah, he said he'd be here soon. I actually have mobile service here!"

I laughed, when you'd been in Brecon, it was so refreshing to have something as simple as phone signal. I was really excited about today. "Well, good. I haven't seen John in years!"

Angie frowned. "Oh, and you'd better not tell John about Moriarty."

I looked at her. "Oh?" Why does my life have to be filled with secrets?

"You thought I was bad when I found out? I guarantee you, he'll be worse."

I nodded. "Alright. Thanks."

John walked in and smiled as he walked over. "Hey!"

I jumped up and hugged him. "John!"

He smiled. "Hey, Percy!"

"It's been so long!"

"I know! You're all grown up!" I smiled.

John smiled at Angie. "Hey!"

Angie smiled and hugged him. "Hi! How have you been?"

"Good. I've been...fine. You?"

"Fine."

We all sat down and ordered. I seemed to remember the food was rather good here. AS we perused our menus, John looked at me and asked.

"So, what have you been up to?"

I smiled. "Well, just graduated from Art College. Starting my own business designing costumes and sets. Its fun.

John smiled. "Of course."

"And with Angie's help, found out who my real parents are."

John looked at her. "That's great! Nice family?"

"Yeah, well...I've only met two..." I stopped mid sentence when I realised what I was about to say and Angie and I glanced at each other, "No, one, uh, member of the family, my older brother; much older. Funny, though, I've known him my whole life. He and Dad are old Army buddies."

John smiled. "Well, that's nice."

Angie smirked. "Not as nice as you'd think."

I looked at her. "He's not that bad."

"I told you how he treats me and John."

John looked at them. "Oh, I know him?"

I nodded. "Oh, yeah. Angie told me that already." John looked at Angie. Angie winced.

"Mycroft."

John stared at us. "You're kidding." I smiled.

"I'm a Holmes!" I stated proudly. John laughed a little.

"Actually, I can see it now. That explains a lot. Now that I think about it, you and Sherlock...it's obvious."

Angie smirked. "Tell me about it."

I smiled. "So I've heard."

John looked at Angie. "How'd you find out?"

Angie and I glanced at each other. "Mycroft."

Angie smiled. "Mycroft helped find the records and everything." She was good at covering our mistakes. John nodded and looked at me.

"Yeah, it's too bad you couldn't have met Sherlock."

"Yeah, I heard about that. I'm sorry. I heard you and him were best friends." I felt bad for John, he was obviously suffering and Sherlock was being his, apparently, normal moody self in Brecon.

John shrugged. "Well."

Angie frowned. She started to say something. Before she could utter a word I smacked her arm and gave her a look. Angie looked back at me. I took my phone out and texted something and showed it to her.

You promised Sherlock!

Angie took the phone and texted something and showed it to her.

Look at him! He's depressed!

I looked at her and took the phone.

Fine, let's say you do tell him. What's Sherlock going to say? Sherlock will get over it.

Angie gave me a disbelieving look.I sighed.

Fine, but John will be angry, right? Do you really want to be the only one dealing with it? Don't you want Sherlock to get it, too, since it's all his fault?

Angie sighed and looked at me. John looked at us, finally catching wind of our silent conversation. "Everything okay?"

We smiled, saying in unison. "Yeah."

When I returned to the hotel after my lunch with John and Angie, I found the room empty, just a note on the bed that read.

"You're packed and ready for an adventure, return your key to receive your next clue."

I noticed my bag, sitting next the bed, all packed; I did a quick double check and headed back down to the hotel's lobby. I walked up to the reception desk.

"Hello, I'd like out check out please." I asked handing over my key card.

"Of course Miss Holmes. Did you enjoy your stay?"

"Yes thank you."

"If you could just sign, you're bill has been paid." Informed the receptionist handing me an envelope.

"Really? Okay thank you." What was going on, then I realised, Jim had something planned. I looked down at the envelope in my hand when I heard my name being called.

"Miss Percy, if you'd like to come with me."

"Hello George, where are you taking me today?"

"A surprise Miss." Not that this whole experience wasn't cryptic enough.

"Lead the way then George." I replied, getting into the car. I opened the envelope.

"Let you chariot carry you to your Prince Charming in the moon of the Royal Park."

My clue was a riddle to work out my destination. I started to dissect the riddle, the chariot being the car I was now in, and Prince Charming obviously being Jim. Royal Park, well that could be one of many parks across London, but if it was a short drive away then it had to be within a mile of Mayfair. So I had Hyde Park, Green Park and Regent's Park to choose from. Oh, Regent's Park, Prince Charming, Prince Regent being royalty, it was coming together. The moon of the Regent's Park? Types of moon, full moon, half moon, new moon, crescent moon. Crescent! Park Crescent, that was it. Why was I going there? Before I could ponder the mystery further, the car stopped.

"We've arrived Miss." I thanked George as he opened the door and helped me out of the car. He took my bag and walked up the steps of a large white Georgian town house. He rang the bell and set the bag down and walked back to the car. As George drove away the door opened revealing Jim. He picked up the bag with hand and took my hand in the other. He led me into the long hallway and put the bag down. A smile gracing his face.

"Welcome to our new home." His words stunned me.

"What?! Our new home? This is ours? I've always wanted a house here!"

"I know darling, that's why I bought it, a new house, a new start, a new life. It's also close to Angie, you can still see her."

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, you wonderful man." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. "It's perfect. How did we afford this place?"

"I may have had this place ear-marked for a while, and the insurance money paid for the interior, all your books are back and your music replaced. Let me show you round." Before he could give me the tour, I stopped him.

"Jim, this truly is magical, thank you."

"Anything for you Percy Holmes, anything at all." I grinned and kissed him again.

"Now show me round this amazing place."

Jim led me down the hallway to start the tour and we spent the rest of the evening exploring the house, it was truly awesome. There was an enormous kitchen, which had everything any chef could want; oh I couldn't wait to start cooking. A formal sitting room that was so beautiful. Next door to that another informal sitting room with big squashy sofas and the TV and our massive DVD collection. Also downstairs was the dining room, Jim's office, an art room for me and the downstairs bathroom. Up the beautiful wooden stairs onto an open landing there were two spare bedrooms, both en-suite, a library filled with more comfy chairs and reading lamps, the library led into a long open room, it appeared to be empty apart from the shelves holding all my musical scores.

"This room isn't finished yet, but it will be soon." Said Jim, smiling at my awestruck expression.

He led me back to the landing and to a second flight of stairs that opened into a vast master bedroom. There was a walk in wardrobe and dressing room and when I looked into bathroom I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

"This is incredible Jim, how did you get this done so fast?"

"I'd hate to ruin the magic sweetheart. I'm glad you like it."

"Like it? I love it! I have to test this bed, it's enormous!" I laughed as I ran and dived on the bed. Seconds later, Jim dived on too. We laughed together, both finally feeling happy and content.

"I love you James Moriarty."

"I love you too Persephone Holmes." We fell asleep in each other's arms, still dressed, just needing to be close to each other.