The Shot.

Sebastian had a job at that day. The day when...

James told him that if Sherlock doesn't jump, he kills John.

Easy, simple task.

But what the fuck did Jim do?!

Why would he leave Seb?

He was sitting outside st. Barts, smoking. It has been a month since the shot...

Jim was at ICU, and was probably not the same.

Sebastian throwed the cigarrette and stepped on it, before walking into the hospital.

His hair was chocolate brown and messy, his eyes black like his soul. He always that that his small figure was why Jim picked him; he was indeed quicker than the other gunmen, and it was usually an edvantage.

He went slowly into Jim's room and sat at the edge of the bed,"Boss, it's me."he mumbled to the body that laid infront of him.

He got a little closer, and sent a hand to hold Jim's.

He was asleep, but it never mattered; apparently he was brain damaged. And believed he was Richard Brook.

The man opened his eyes, his eyelids flickered. Jim tightened his hand around Seb and caused him to look up.

A smile formed on the sniper's face,"Good to see you again."he said quietly, trying to not use the word 'boss', because it made... Richard uncomfortable.

Jim, aka Rich, shifted slightly and failed at his attempt to perk up.

It took Jim a week to wake up, which made his other organs in trouble too.

"You're after surgery,"Seb warned him,"you need to rest."he added.

Jim frowned slightly at the order,"Fine."he finally answered.

"I love you."said Seb, not a glimpse of happiness. Yes, indeed, he was; but in James Moriarty. Not Rich Brook.

"I love you too."Seb heard him reply and a weak smile crept to his face.

"You promised you would tell me who I was before."Jim asked him, an expression of a small child all enthusiased to learn.

Seb felt a hole in his chest. It was spreading wider and wider, and he tightened his grip a bit to reassure himself that Jim is not dead. Kind of.

"I..."he started, his eyes suddenly beginning to water. His vision became blurred as a tear escape the corner of his eye.

He is not dead.

He is sitting there talking.

James Moriarty is not dead.

Sebastian felt a tug and looked up again to see Jim was inviting him to come closer and join him under the blanket.

Would the Jim before have done this? Or is it just what James does it because of the consept of Richard?

Seb slowly crawled under the blankets and wrapped his arms around the other man.

"I love you."Jim reminded him.

Seb responded by tightening his arms around him.

Jim rested his head on Seb's chest, and wrapped his arms around his neck, barely finding enough strengh to roll to his side.

Sebastian rested his chin on Jim's temple so Jim will not know he was still crying.

"I know it's difficult, but I need to know, Sebby."

Sebby.

SEBBY.

The word burnt through his skin.

James used to call him like that.

"My little sniper, how can you not notice how much of an actor I am?"Jim's voice echoed in Sebastian's head.

What the hell was happenning?

"Not like youto cry. I am flattered."

What?

"Boss?"he asked quietly, breathtaken, to find out his eyes were closed. And that apparently, even though it was heart breaking and soul crushing, Richard Brook was a sleep talker.

For a moment.

For a moment he thought that...

Wait.

If he talked in his sleep does that mean Jim had remmembered everything, or was it subconciously?

Because either way, it means there's a shot James will be James again.

Ha. A shot.

God dammit.