The Spider and The Fox~A Deduction Series Oneshot

The Spider and The Fox

Author Note: A few months ago in The Science of Sacrifice, I released a chapter detailing the letter Jim Moriarty had written Teddy Holmes but never actually sent her. After a request, I wrote this oneshot as what I assumed would have happened had Teddy gone with Jim instead of being left behind. It's taken awhile but finally it's finished and we get to see what life the Spider and his Fox could've had together.

xoxo
~DM

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Third Person P.O.V

It was half past ten and Jim Moriarty was sitting at a park bench, slowly beginning to lose hope.

He should've known she wouldn't turn up. Of course she wouldn't, she was too innocent, too normal, too good. She was an angel, and angels don't turn. Jim couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and sad. Disappointed because part of him did think that she would come and sad because he missed her.

Already? Jim couldn't help thinking, running a hand through his hair as he chewed on a piece of gum. Can't even last twenty-four hours without my fantastic fox.

It was as he thought this that his eyes landed on a figure walking towards him. He stood up, taking a step away from the bench he was sitting on, before pausing. He didn't know if he could believe his eyes, he had to pinch himself to see whether or not he was dreaming. After feeling the sharp pain his pinch had brought him he concluded that it wasn't a dream, that this was real and she was real and she was walking towards him-

She stopped a few meters away from him, her face neutral as she stared. She wore a light brown capelet coat, dark blue jeans and brown knee high boots, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked wonderful and beautiful and Jim wanted to touch her. He was afraid though. Afraid that, if he did touch her, she would shatter into a million pieces and disappear from him, cease to exist. Locking eyes with her Jim swallowed, suddenly very nervous. Only she could make him feel that way.

Without a word Teddy raised one glove-clad hand, making a come-hither motion before turning and walking away. Jim watched her as she walked, a few loose strands of her hair tickling her neck, her coat swaying with her movements. With eyebrows drawn together in slight confusion Jim followed, hands in pockets.

They didn't walk far. After a few minutes Teddy stopped beside a tree that was a good distance away from the path and people. Seclusion was what she wanted so that is what she got. She sat down at the base of the tree, leaning against it and closing her eyes. When she heard Jim approach she opened her eyes and looked up at him. She could see him now, really see him. Reaching up she took his hand in hers and pulled him down beside her. Automatically Jim lay his head on her lap, looking up at her like she was his whole world. Perhaps she was.

"I can see you," she murmured finally, running a hand through his hair.

"And?" Jim said, kissing the knuckles on her other hand. "What do you think?"

"I think that you're crazy," Teddy replied, earning a frown from Jim.

"Then why'd you come if you knew what kind of person I am?" Jim asked, his hand tightening on hers slightly.

"Because... I like it," she admitted. Jim blinked, surprised. With a small smile Teddy continued, scanning the area around her without purpose. "I had to obey so many rules when I lived in England. I had to be that good rich girl, make mummy and daddy both proud. I never did, though. I never was. I rebelled. Seems to be something I'm good at."

Teddy leaned down and looked at him, her face hovering over his.

"And you're a rebel too, aren't you Jim?"