Jim Moriarty Imagines / One Shots / Short Stories (BBC Sherlock)

Damsel In Distress (Part 2)

*Y/N's P. O. V.*

He did it. He really went through with it.

All hell got broken loose at the mansion two weeks ago. It was supposed to be a fun and elegant night for a party hosted by my father to finally introduce me to most of his leads. I think he was beginning to train me to carry on his legacy, but what he didn't know is I took this small chance to finally escape.

He didn't see it coming. He'll probably think whoever took me was in that party and that it was a rush decision. Nobody from his circle know I exist - the first one he introduced me to was Moriarty and as soon as he did, I'll make sure he regret giving me this opportunity.

I gave every detail that I could to prevent my father to point blame towards him. And as expected, he planned the whole crime perfectly.

It's been two weeks and I still haven't been "found" and Moriarty wasn't blamed, in fact, my father actually asked for his help which he enthusiastically accepted. It was all going according to plan - his plan at least, while I still remained unmoving with mine...well, I technically got no plan.

The moment I was out of our mansion, everything came crashing down on me. I had thought of everything up until that point and by then, I was left lost. I didn't know what to do anymore. The overwhelming feeling of this freedom have rendered me unmoving.

This new evironment is still a blessing though. I finally got the chance to see something new and not be bored to death at the old mansion. I also got to have access in anything here - Moriarty didn't treat me as a captive. In fact, I'm being treated as a VIP guest.

Weirdly enough, Jim entertains my presence here. He even lets me sit through his works, letting me see some of the things he's working on and I have to admit he really is a goddamn genuis, nobody can deny that. But somedays, I think I'm catching him off guard - I've been giving him some ideas and he was clearly impressed. Sometimes I have to tell myself to hold back as he may see what I could really do.

I've been sitting outside here in his beautiful garden for almost the whole day now. The sight and feel of this new place had somehow comforted me even if I'm stressed with my owm planning.

"You know, I'm quite impressed that you haven't done anything yet." Out of nowhere, I heard Jim's voice. I looked back to see him exiting the mansion.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Come on, Y/N. I'm sure this is not the freedom you are seeking. Besides, I can see the determination you had in you of wanting to get out of your father's control. Surely, this is not just it," he said with no hesitation.

Of course, I should have expected this. He's a criminal mastermind afterall and he'd easily see through me.

"Even if I have a plan, I'm sure I won't be able to do it since I'm also being watched thoroughly here," I told him and he smiled proudly. "But atleast not as bad as my father's," I added.

"Can I ask why you desperately want to leave that place? He seemed to care for you, you're in a good shape, you've been brought up properly as I can sense your intelligence. So tell me," Jim sat across me in this small outdoor table. I was trying to distinguish why he was questioning me with this - does he want more information about my father, does he want information to pin it against me, or maybe it's just his plain curiosity?

But nevertheless, I didn't recluse myself. This was the first time somebody had asked me like this and it's time to just pour it all out.

"Do you know the story of Rapunzel?" I asked. Jim looked at me in question, but still hummed and nodded, "Well, I am technically that. Just replace the witch with my own biological father." I started and I knew it wasn't something he expected as an answer, "I've never been allowed out. Never. I only got to see what's outside three times when we're moving from base to base, but that's it. Yes, it doesn't sound that bad especially when my father gives anything and everything I need and it all just appears in front of my bedroom door, but I've had enough at this point."