John stared at the computer screen in fascination as Moriarty pointed out certain points on a 3D projection of a Human DNA chain. As Moriarty spoke John felt less lonely and in the back of his mind John knew he was starting to identify with his captor. In the military he had been trained to deal with Stockholm syndrome; however nothing could prepare an individual for the situation John was in. As the days passed John felt that perhaps Moriarty was not as bad as everyone had first thought. As if in answer to his mental meanderings Moriarty began to rub the tension out of John's neck muscles. It felt so good that John almost laid his head down on the table and began to drool. When John didn't pull away Moriarty put his arms around John as he rubbed his hands over John's thin T-Shirt. When John felt his nipples start to harden he jumped up out of the chair and angrily stormed across the room in frustration. The longing for another's touch was becoming a need that John couldn't ignore much longer.

John went into the bathroom turned the cold water on in the sink and let it run over his warm neck. Moriarty stood in the doorway smiling as he watched John. The bathroom didn't have any doors, so Moriarty was able to watch John at his leisure. So, far Moriarty had given John his privacy in the bathroom, today was the only exception. Finally John turned off the water and straightened up and shouted. "Isn't bad enough that you keep me a prisoner? Am I not to have any alone time in the bathroom either?" The water from John's wet hair ran down his neck and onto his shirt. Moriarty stopped smiling and swallowed as the water soaked through the front of John's shirt making it transparent.

Moriarty eye's glazed over in lust as he let them linger on John's chest. "God, John," he gasped as he took a step forward. John backed up slowly to keep his personal space free. However, John was no match for Moriarty. Grabbing him by the waist Moriarty backed John into the wall and began to forcibly kiss him. John could feel the hardening tightness in the front of Moriarty's jeans as he rubbed up against him. Moriarty bit John's lower lip playfully and then broke away panting, "Get out, John now. Leave me."

John slid out of Moriarty's grasp and began to pace in the small kitchenette. He had been so close to giving into Moriarty's advances that John pounded the counter of the kitchen sink in frustration. "God, Sherlock where are you? Please help me. I am starting to lose my grip on reality," John thought as he licked the blood from his lower lip where Moriarty had bit him. Moriarty's living space was one enormous room with a small bathroom and kitchenette. There was only one bed that Moriarty had let John have, as he slept on the couch. John made his way to the bed and sat down at the edge. Tears fell from his eyes as he buried his head in his hands. "How am I going to survive this?" John thought in despair.

A few minutes later Moriarty strode into the room with the dreaded handcuffs. Every time he left his quarters he handcuffed John to a metal pole in the center of the room. "I need to go out," Moriarty said softly as John let himself be led to the pole. John had tried to escape several times only to be shocked senseless with some sort of electrical stun device that Moriarty always had on him. Meekly John made his way to the pole he just wasn't up to being mildly electrocuted today. Moriarty kept his head averted from John's gaze as John held out his hands to be cuffed. John was surprised that instead of the cold hard metal cuffs, Moriarty handcuffed him with black fur covered ones. Moriarty kept his head down as he spoke softly. "John, I noticed the metal cuffs were starting to cut into your wrists, so I got these."

John nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," he answered. John was surprised that when Moriarty lifted up his head, his face was red, blotchy and tear stained. "Moriarty is human. He seems to care for me. Maybe I misjudged him," John thought in confusion as Moriarty turned to leave.

Once he was alone, John sat with his back against the pole and tried to think of something else. He moved his neck around in a semi-circle in an attempt to break up the tension. John then let his mind drift to he and Moriarty's scientific discussion that had taken place earlier that day.

Earlier in the Day

John studied the elements on the computer screen in front of him and thought that Sherlock would have appreciated its merits more than he. It's too bad that Moriarty was a maniacal psychopath, for he and Sherlock thought so much alike.

"John, are you paying attention?" Moriarty snapped.

John sighed. "Yes, yes Gold is a Transition metal on the periodic table of elements and is one of the purest metals there is. The transmutation of lead into gold can be achieved by a particle accelerator using electrical and or magnetic fields for the transmutation process."

Moriarty clapped his hands together. "Very good, yes John."

"Whatever, you are still not explaining how this transmutation applies to the human body." John snapped. He didn't like being patronized.

Moriarty giggled and leaned over John to grab the wireless mouse that sat to the right of the computer keyboard. Wiggling the mouse back and forth Moriarty moved on to the next screen as soon as he saw the cursor. He typed in several commands as the DNA string from one part of the screen doubled itself into another part of the screen. "You see, John, our entire universe came into being through transmutation, and I have discovered a way to create a spark from one individual's DNA, which in turn allows that individual's DNA to transmutation to another dimension or plane without disrupting the original location of the individual's body. Do you see now how I appeared to Sherlock on the roof top of St. Bart's?" Moriarty eye's appeared black as he excitedly rubbed his hands together.

John frowned. "I don't understand."

Moriarty knelt down on the ground, took a hold of the office chair John was sitting in and wheeled John around to face him. "John, it's alright. Let's take a break." Moriarty said as he suggestively eyed John's crotch.

"Jesus, you have a one track mind, don't you?" John growled.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders. "John, what are you taking about? Did I say something wrong?" Moriarty asked innocently as he widened his eyes.

John opened his mouth to say something, changed his mind and waved Moriarty off as he stormed into to the little kitchen. Moriarty's laughter followed him and John wanted to shut him up permanently.

John yawned and brought his thoughts back to the present. "God, I'm tired," John thought as he drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later John jerked awake when he felt Moriarty releasing him from the handcuffs. "God, I have to pee," John thought as he rubbed circulation back into his wrists.

"Sorry, I didn't think I would be gone so long," Moriarty mumbled.

John looked over a Moriarty and noticed a long cut on the side of his neck, his face was bruised and his once perfectly ironed shirt was torn in several places. "Hey, what happened?" John asked as his medical instincts took over. Someone had worked Moriarty over pretty good. "Here, let me take a look at that cut," John said as he stepped closer to Moriarty.

"John, leave it alone. I'll heal. I have certain needs too you know." Moriarty said as he sulked over to the sink in the kitchen to wash up.

John's face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, I see, well I'll leave you to it then." John said as he awkwardly walked over to the desk. "God, this is weird," John thought as he wondered why Moriarty didn't have more individual rooms in his living quarters. It made it difficult to storm into another room when there wasn't another room to storm into.

With his head down Moriarty made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. "Oh, Jesus that hurts, "Moriarty gasped as he took off his damaged shirt.

"This better not be a trick," John thought as he ran towards the bathroom.

Moriarty sat on the floor rocking back and forth as he clutched his stomach. John sucked in his breath when he saw the bloody marks on Moriarty's back. Moriarty submitted passively to John's examination of his neck, back, and chest. "I'm going to need to stitch some of these wounds up." John said grimly as he attempted to staunch the blood from a particularly deep cut on Moriarty's back. Moriarty lay still as John put pressure on the deepest wound

Moriarty pointed to a cabinet. "There's a first aid kit in there," he whispered.

John washed out the wounds and stitched up two of the worst injuries. Moriarty remained silent until John was finished with his first aid treatments. John then helped Moriarty up. "You can take a full shower later. Just wash up now. Do you need help getting undressed?" To his surprise Moriarty shook his head no as his liquid brown eyes bored into John's. John nodded. "Alright then, I'll take the couch tonight." As Moriarty softly thanked John, John thought that he would much rather have the evil Moriarty back. For seeing Moriarty vulnerable made John feel as if he had fallen down a rabbit hole into an alternate universe where he didn't know the rules.