A/N: So we're back (finally). My acc got logged out on my mobile and I just got back in on my laptop, but that means I'm back to writing now lmao. I haven't updated this since last year I don't think, so I'm sorry ab that, but like I said I should be back to updates again soon.
*Jim*
The incessant dripping of water onto the floor sends Jim into a fit of rage, cursing as he moves into another room and slams the door shut behind him. Sebastian follows, shutting the door much more softly before he makes his way across the room to sit beside Jim on the bed. The silence stretches, neither of them breaking it as the sounds of the storm grow ever louder outside. Another leak is soon discovered, one of the many unfortunate setbacks of using Sebastian's place as a home base of sorts. His parents are never home, either dead or in jail somewhere, and so the boy has the house mostly to himself. Jim quickly took over, turning it into a slightly more tolerable living space once the power and heating bills stopped getting paid.
"What are we going to do if he finds us?"
"Sherly won't do anything."
The blond grimaces, shaking his head softly as he listens to Jim talk.
"It's not him I'm worried about."
The name goes unspoken, one they know all too well, and an odd chill settles over the room. Neither of them are fully prepared for another confrontation with the eldest Holmes brother, yet it isn't an option to back down now. The dog is safely secured in the other room, pacing the main part of the house in hopes of finding a way out. Jim pulls a lighter out of his pocket, holding a hand out and waiting for Sebastian to pass him a carton of cigarettes. The blond complies, sighing softly as it is inevitably passed over to him.
"These are terrible for you."
"I know."
He nods, of course Jim knows that. They pass it back and forth until it's nearly finished, Jim tapping it out on the windowsill before tossing it out the window.
"Do you think he'll find us?"
"Here?"
Another nod from the blond, the only answer he can give without risking angering Jim again.
"I don't think so. They don't know you yet, so they can't track you down."
They share a brief glance, Sebastian deciding to leave his next question unspoken and instead lying back in the bed as Jim continues pacing. The tension in the room is nearly palpable, air thick with shared anxiety over the gravity of their situation. The Holmes brothers aren't a pair to piss off, but the new player in the game proved irresistible. With a past history between the two of them, Sebastian and John piqued Jim's interest.
"You're sure he's coming?"
"I don't know him all that well, you tell me Sebby."
"He said he would."
"Do you trust that?"
He shrugs, rolling over to prop himself up on an elbow as he continues watching Jim. The storm is almost soothing at this point, Sebastian finding it more difficult to stay awake. Jim, for some reason, allows him to sleep, sitting on the windowsill to watch the storm as he falls asleep. He, on the other hand, is too wound up to sleep, drawing another cigarette from his breast pocket as his mind refuses to quiet.
He should come, if his relationship with Sherlock is as close as we originally saw it to be, but if it's not then we're back at square one.
All we need to do is get John here, the rest of the plan should fall into place once we talk to him.
The dog starts whining again, ripping Jim out of his thoughts and back into his current situation. He opens the door slowly, a flash of red darting in as soon as it is opened, and instantly the dog is on the bed. A small smile graces his face as he remembers why they wanted Sherly's dog in the first place, a near carbon copy of his own childhood pet. He sits on the edge of the bed, running a shaking hand through the dogs fur as he tries to soothe his nerves. Everything will work out, it has to.
