Six long days I spent locked up by his brother, Mycroft. He knows I did it on purpose, Mycroft however fell for my key-code bait and reacted with locking me up, but this is where people go wrong. They think I manipulated Mycroft to tell me his brothers life story so I could hurt him. I could never hurt him, anyone but him. I just wanted to make sure he was okay but Mycroft never wanted us to be happy, never wanted us to be together.
So before he released me I left a gift in my holding cell, my lovers name, his brothers name, carved everywhere, every space of wall and glass I could fill - just as a reminder that I still loved him, he still loved me, and us being together was inevitable.
I went through Heaven and Hell, hours of torture, just to make sure he was okay, I would do anything for him to make sure he was safe.
This was all leading up to the final problem - staying alive - as soon as we would be reunited people would be out to kill us but so many people believe my plan was to kill him instead of kiss him, that I would do all this to hurt someone I love... I guess this is what happens when you're a psychopath.
I still didn't know everything though, so I sent little messages, I told Irene to tell him I send my love, she however fell for him, ha, I'm already his, and I know he would never betray me like that.
All I wanted was to know was that he was okay. I could never hurt him. I would never hurt him.
I love him.
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The Countdown
FanfictionJim Moriarty counting down the last ten seconds of his life, reminiscing of his memories with his lover who turned into the death of him.
