One - Shots about every ship in Sherlock

Midnight Meet Train

A Mormor One - Shot

Jim was a professor of mathematics and literature. He sat in his office and looked through numerous papers and essays of his students. When he had the final housework done, he took off his glasses and rubbed with his hand over his slightly burning eyes. He looked at his watch and was startled. "23:30 clock!" he shouted and jumped up from his chair. Jim sat for three hours in his office and had completely lost track of time. He took his coat and briefcase and ran out of the office. Jim ran through the corridors of the university, trying to get the last metro at midnight. Panting, he ran along the streets and kept looking at his watch. "Five more minutes." he said to himself sih and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. When Jim reached the subway station, he sat down on a bench. He ran through his black hair, which he had as always combed back. Teach students about mathematics and literature, was not Jim's only appeal. He was a completely different person in his private life. He was a criminal. A consulting criminal. Jim heard a fizzle, its metro was there. He got up and saw that it was empty except for a young man. He was blond and was mostly dressed in black. Jim looked at him the whole time. The doors opened and Jim stepped in. He sat directly across from the young man. The young man looked now on Jim and smiled crookedly. "Hello.", "Jim Moriarty. The Napoleon of crime." The young man said, crossing his legs. "With whom do I have the pleasure if I may ask?" Jim smiled back. Who was this man. And how he knew his name. "My name is Sebastian Moran." Jim raised an eyebrow. He got up and stood in front of the man. "And how do you know my name, Mr. Moran?" Sebastian now stood up, and they stood face to face. "First of all, I'm to you Jimmy, Sebastian." Jim looked into his bright blue eyes. " Why are you here?" Jim asked, his curiosity was aroused. "I'm looking for someone who is clever, which invests all his creativity in his work." Jim nodded and listened to him further. "I was the best sharpshooter in my troop in Afghanistan. And I think I can be very useful to you." Sebastian was taller than Jim and stretched out dominant and confident his chest. "That's extremely impressive, Sebastian. Because I rather avoid my hands to make themselves dirty, you come in handy to me." Jim smiled and his brown eyes flashed. Sebastian looked deep into his eyes. Jim noticed how his stomach began to tingle. For a while, the two stared at each other and did not say a word. The metro stopped, and Jim noticed that he had already driven way too far. "I think it's time to say goodbye." Jim said, clearing his throat. He turned around, but Sebastian grabbed him by the wrist. "Jim ..., please stay." Jim's cheeks turned red. "What ...?" Jim looked into his eyes. "Why?" Jim asked him and walked toward him. Sebastian put his hands around Jim's cheek and stroked it with his thumb. Jim felt never so happy as at this moment. All his life he was hated and rejected. But now Sebastian came , who probably admired him and treated him affectionately. "I want to help you. I wanna be with you." Sebastian leaned forward, but Jim resigned. "I can not." Jim took his briefcase and got out of the metro. Sebastian dropped his arm. He looked after Jim. Sebastian shook his head and ran after Jim. Jim heard footsteps behind him. Surprised, he turned around, but before he could say anything, he was lying on the floor with a breath snapping Sebastian on him. " I will not let you go." Jim blinked and looked at Sebastian's eyes. "That's incredible." Jim began to laugh. "I think I'll call you Tiger." Sebastian looked at him confused. " What why?" , "I think it suits you." Sebastian smiled at Jim. He helped him up and they talked all night long, until they fell asleep at dawn on Jim's couch.

A / N :

Hello,

I really wanted to publish yesterday but I had little time. Anyway I hope you enjoy the stories and see you soon.

WAWUUUUSH

-JB