Sherlock Preferences and One-Shots

Darkness-Part 1 (Moriarty)

Request for HighFunctioningSarah

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Word Count: 2,007 (Sorry its so short!)

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My eyes popped open, the room around me chilled, giving me shivers, and the impression that it was still the middle of the night. My skin rushed with an icy draft of the room, the lack of light freezing my skin.

That was really the only way I could tell the difference from the day and night. In the morning, I could feel the warmth of the sun coming through my window. But since that warmth wasn't there, I could only assume it was still dark outside. I had never been able to see, so this is the only way I could tell, and I didn't even know if I was right or not.

Because it was pointless to try and explain what things looked like to me because...

I saw nothing.

That was the way it had always been. I was born blind and so trying to describe colors to me was pointless. But I could describe something to you perfectly just by feeling or smelling or hearing or even tasting whatever it is, just because that's what I've done all my life. That's what I've practiced doing, that's how I've lived. I never have had any other option. I've never experienced color and I can't enjoy what others can, like the stars in the sky, or the early morning sunrises, or the snow or rain... I only feel and nothing more.

But, I have lived in London for a few years now, and during the time I've been living here, I had befriended the world famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his compadre John (Hamish) Watson a few years ago. And I had started to become a highlight of the press as their rise to fame started up and when a new "enemy" came into the plot. Yes, they were great men, but there was someone else that seemed to surpass them in character.

James Moriarty.

From the moment I heard that soft voice that seemed to hold so much character and promise, I was immediately in love with him, even though I couldn't see him. I don't know why I ever let myself develop feelings for the man, but it was something I couldn't control. I couldn't contain it. I had never known anyone so charismatic and charming and I always felt different around him...

I was never one to really get feelings like this so quickly, but with him... Something clicked and just felt right. I got an exhilarated feeling and a high of adrenaline whenever I had the chance to hear that voice.

And I know what you all are thinking... 'Why do you love him? Think about all the things he's done to Sherlock!'

I've secretly met him a few times, mainly because I wasn't brought along on too many of those cases with Moriarty. But I met him when he came to our flat one time and when Sherlock had the missile plans. That was the first time we met really, at the community pool. But when he came back to Baker Street, he seemed to act a bit different with me. He was so kind and... well, caring. And before he left, he said he would come by my flat to pick me up, but only if I wanted to see what he had in store for me.

And that night changed my life.

I created my biggest and the most concealed secret of mine.

I had fallen in love... Well I had gotten feelings for him.

Its quite a stretch to say I had fallen in love with him, because I had only just met him. But its not risky to say that I did have feelings for him. Because that was true and I certainly wouldn't deny it.

And some would say that's impossible, to get feelings for someone so quickly, but I must've made the impossible possible then because that's exactly what happened.