A Universe of Possibilities - Teenlock/Johnlock/Mystrade

Chapter 7- Plans and Realizations

"OW! Be careful!" 

"Pipe down Sebastian, I'm trying to help you," Irene snapped, applying ice to his bruised nose. "Besides, he didn't hit you that hard."

"But it hurts!"

"Oh, man up. It's not even broken."

"How about I punch you in the nose and see how you-"

"Will both of you shut up!" Jim Moriarty yelled at his partners. He was quite sick of their constant bickering. "I'm trying to think!" He then leaned back on his bed and resumed his contemplating. What to do next....

Immediately after the incident with Sherlock, Jim had dragged his injured comrade up to their dorm and summoned Irene Adler, his only other asset in this godforsaken place, to tend to him while he considered how to proceed. There were so many options. However, many of them included murder, and Jim wasn't sure if it was time for that quite yet. Especially since Sherlock now knew about him.

"I thought you already had a plan," Sebastian mumbled through the bag of ice Irene was pressing (a bit too firmly) to his face. "Although, I guess it won't work anymore, will it?"

Jim turned to him with a scowl, irritated by his friend's lack of faith. "It's still going to work!" he snapped. "It just....needs some adjustments."

"How is the plan supposed to work now? Everything depended on that first murder!" Irene argued, frustrated. Then, she glared at Sebastian. "You couldn't just kill the girl, could you? No, you had to be a pig! And you-" she turned on Jim "-had to let him. Ugh, all men are the same."

Jim rolled his eyes, but said nothing about her last comment. He didn't much like Irene anymore than Seb did, but he at least understood that she was incredibly valuable to them at the moment, so it wouldn't be wise to piss her off. With several necessary connections, a hunger for domination, and a grudge against the older Holmes boy, Irene Adler was someone who, though incredibly irritating at times, Jim considered them lucky to have come into contact with.

"Calm down Irene," Jim said. "You'll get your payment one way or another."

"It's not just about the money, and you know it!" Irene practically growled. "Mycroft Holmes has interfered with my affairs for the last time. I want him finished-"

"You'll get what you want once I have Sherlock!"

Irene's demeanor changed immediately at the mention of Sherlock's name. Her eyes softened and she became rather pouty. "Oh, Jim. Must we kill the younger one? He's just so....sexy."

Jim became even more annoyed at this. "We have an agreement, Irene! You will help me destroy Sherlock Holmes, and I don't want to worry about you betraying us because you've gone soft for him. You can stay professional, or you can go be a whore somewhere else!"

Seb stifled a laugh at this, but Irene took no offense. She just stared at Jim, curiously. "Why are you so obsessed with this Sherlock boy, anyway? Isn't it the older one you need to worry about?"

"That's no concern of yours!" Jim snapped back, defensively.

"Isn't it?" she said with narrowed eyes. "I am helping you take him down-"

"-And you're getting paid for it," Jim interrupted, angrily. "You just worry about your part of the plan, and I'll worry about the rest-"

"Speaking of the plan-" Sebastian piped up, shoving Irene's hand away from his face, "what are we supposed to do next? You know, since the murder thing didn't work out-"

"Oh, we're still going to murder someone," Jim said with a shark's grin, as an idea popped into his mind at that moment. "We'll just need to do a little more observation."