"Why?"
"Why not?"
"That's not the answer I was looking for, nor the real answer."
Moriarty just shrugged and strolled forward a bit, until he was very close to the potions professor. "Haven't you ever been bored, Sherlock?"
"Of course I have. But that doesn't mean I murder people."
"Don't you wish you had, though? You have to admit, the adrenaline of it all."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "No. I try hard not to be destructive when I'm in a... mood." That's what John called them. "John doesn't really like it when-" He stopped himself when he saw the mischievous gleam in Moriarty's eyes when he said 'John'. "I'm going to turn you in."
"No you won't."
"You can't just terrorize a school and expect to get away with it."
"Oh, but I will." He began to pace a tight circle around the dark haired teacher. "You see, Sherlock, this little game of ours was fun, and you worked it out perfectly. I wanted your attention, and now I've got it. I'm done with these students, because now I have you."
"Why do you want my attention?"
"Don't you see? We're alike, so very much the same. And I'm getting bored with this world. I think it's time we both entertained ourselves a bit."
"No." Sherlock caught his eyes and glared hard in defiance.
"No?" Moriarty didn't quite count on Sherlock refusing him.
"No. I'm not getting caught up in whatever you're playing at. I don't want anything to do with you, Jim, except to turn you in."
He turned on his heels and strode at a new speed down towards the headmaster's office. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Sherlock kept walking. "You won't like the consequences for you, because it's not just me." Sherlock came to a dead halt and turned slowly. Moriarty was smiling again. "See, now that you won't join my bigger plan, you've become a problem. The final problem." He walked casually back up to be face-to-face with his new adversary. "And if you don't stay out of my way. I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you."
"I have been well informed by the other staff that I don't have one."
Moriarty's smile was unsettling. "But we both know that's not true." The fire sprung green and he was gone before Sherlock could react.
A 'pop' sounded in the hallway of 221B, and John steeled himself. This was it. What if Sherlock gets mad or rejects him? Well, there wasn't much time to think about that right now. He'd dwelled on it all night already. As soon as Sherlock was through the door, John thrust the puppy dog in his face. "Look at what I found cold and lost on our doorstep today." Sherlock was taken aback. He'd just had an encounter with a murderer that threatened him, and his best friend wanted them to adopt a homeless puppy. "I named him Gladstone."
John was petting the bulldog puppy and smiling at his friend, hoping he wouldn't reject the puppy; John had no idea what Sherlock's thoughts or feelings were towards dogs. Sherlock looked at the puppy, shivering with excitement of a new arrival in this place he hoped to call home. "Adorable." Sherlock mumbled, and stalked off to his room, shutting the door on a bewildered John.
