We're Just Alike You and I (Sheriarty BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 14 - Our Little Ordeal...

I so sorry if Jim and Sherlock go a little out of character here, I'm trying my hardest to keep their true personalities in this chapter but I've found it pretty difficult. Plus, Jim is an evil little shit in this so I guess some of it is kept.... Anyways, you're all fab, guys. ;)

Saturday came far too slowly for Sherlock's liking, the students at the school were having exam practices as they were in their last year and in a few months time, they were to take their real exams and leave for college.

He hadn't seen Jim as much as he would have liked to. Only in maths lessons, but maybe that was best for the moment. He didn't want to get on Sebastian's bad side after all, even if the blonde didn't appear patronising to him. He was a clever teen, and he would obviously feel more possessive over Jim if Sherlock was talking to him constantly.

His trail of thought was immediately cut short when he heard the small tinkling bell above the door notified him that someone had walked in the small cafe. He raised his head, looking up to see Jim walk through the door wearing a longish black coat, a little like that of Sherlock's own.

The taller boy nodded curtly with a small smile as he pushed a cup of tea over to the other end of the table where Jim was about to sit. He had bought one for himself too, and he began to idly stir it. Jim sat down with a grin, resting his elbows on the table, his chin on top of his hand.

"Well this is nice isn't it, Sherlock?" He drawled, adding sugar to his tea.

"Better than staying at home, I suppose." He shrugged. "The recent job you gave me the night before last seems very intriguing. I had an initial idea before I developed a new one. Though I haven't tested it yet, but if it works, it will be a great plan if I do say so myself."

"Oh, my." Jim grinned, moving his elbow to take a sip of his tea. "I'm excited to see it. The client was very pleased with your last job, as was I. Your way of thinking is very similar to mine although you have the knowledge of a chemist, which makes your plans very original indeed."

"I appreciate your praise greatly, Jim. Although I don't think we're here to discuss plans..." He replied seriously.

Jim hummed. "I suppose we aren't....."

"What are we now? In terms of relationships. I don't get what you're thinking."

Jim drummed his fingers against the cheap plastic table thoughtfully. "I don't actually know right now, Sherlock. Although I know for a fact that we aren't in a romantic relationship. Do we wish to be? I don't know."

Sherlock took a sip of his tea. "And would you consider you and Sebastian's relationship, romantic?"

"Well of course, obviously." Jim said with a frown like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "I thought you were just using him to get at me."

Jim hesitated for a moment before speaking again, staring at his tea. "Well, I was..." He mumbled.

"So you actually have feelings for him then?" Sherlock quipped back.

"....no, I." Jim started with a shake of his head. "He helps me a lot when my mind doesn't cooperate with me, and sometimes I don't know what I'd do without him." His voice was a quiet murmur.

"So after all of the times I thought that maybe we had something, we didn't?" He shook his head exasperatedly. "Why did you act like that then if you didn't even like me, Jim? Why?"

"No, it's not like that. I do...." This was going to be hard. "I do really, you know, like you, like that but- oh fuck." He held his hands to his face, tilting his head back slightly.

"See? You can't even say it, Jim. You've wasted my time." He snapped, before getting up and beginning to walk off until Jim grabbed his wrist.

"Sherlock. Sit down and listen." He said sternly, his eyes meeting the other's.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and flopped down back in the chair like the moody teenager he was.

"I do like you... I really, really do. I've never met anyone like you before and you make life challenging for me." He said truthfully, abandoning his tea and pushing it aside. "But before my mental health calms down a little, I'm not going to be someone you want to be with Sherlock. Sebastian can help me in that way, and that's why I need him for now. Only now though."

"All of this yet you let me kiss you, knowing that we couldn't be in a relationship?" He scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, I just.... I couldn't help it. I wanted you at the time knowing that I couldn't have you yet.... But we can be, soon."

"When's soon? You're being vague." Sherlock questioned, still feeling tense.

"I'm thinking of something... It'll make my life better, and my mental health won't be /as/ bad. I want to be with you, especially when we go to college." He said, his voice distant from thinking.

"Thinking of what? What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked, his eyes still narrowed.

"I have a plan, which I can't tell you, yet, to make my life a lot better which will decrease the amount of psychotic episodes I have. Because of this I won't need Sebastian that much and therefore I can be with you." He said defiantly.

"And what about Sebastian?"

He shrugged. "I won't need him necessarily."

"But isn't that just using him?""

He grinned. "Well isn't that what I intended to do in the first place?"

Sherlock matched his grin. "You're evil, Jim Moriarty, and a great actor. "

"I just use people to my advantage, in order to get what I want." He winked, placing a hand on top of his.