The Sniper's Sister

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU AMANDA BECAUSE I NEED THIS RIGH T N O W

Gore warning?¿ idk if it's gore really it's slightly detailed tho

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Moriarty paced around William's sitting room, every now and then his eyes would dart to the unconscious girl laying on the couch. He shouldn't have let her go with him last night. He should have done something other than sit at home and work. He should have been the one she woke up next to. He sat down on the edge of the couch, and brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat. His hand shot back from her face, and his head turned quickly to whoever was there. It was Michael.

Michael Fears was a young American boy, only about nineteen or twenty. His parents had kicked him out for having a boyfriend so he moved to London, and Erianna had found him on the street. With her knowing how it felt to be kicked out, she brought him back to their flat, and practically begged Jim to give "this poor sweet baby" a job.

It was like a little girl finding a puppy on the street and asking her parents 'can we keep him can we keep him' over and over. Moriarty had said no to Michael, but of course that didn't stop Erianna. She made him an accountant of sorts. He mainly delivered messages, and recorded any important events.

Moriarty sighed, annoyed that he was interrupted. "What is it, Fears?"

"You like her, don't you." It wasn't a question. Jim's eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"Eri. You like her." He gestured to the sleeping woman who tossed and turned every now and then.

Michael had taken an automatic liking to Erianna as soon as she helped him to his feet. He was overly protective of her. She was like a sister to him, and Erianna had never had a younger brother before. She had always been the youngest in her family, and it felt to nice to have someone look up to her than her looking up to someone.

"Well yes," Moriarty began,"I suppose she is a very likable woman-"

Michael shook his head. "No, I mean, outside of working together, and friends. You like like her."

Jim rolled his eyes, and adjusted to where he was sitting on the armrest of the couch. "I don't believe you are in a position to ask these types of questions, Fears."

Michael shifted slightly. "Sorry sir, I just needed to know what time you received her text."

Moriarty gave a closed mouth smile. "Of course. 9:02." He replied, and Michael quickly wrote that down.

A soft groan filled the room, and the two males heads whipped to the source of it. Erianna shifted uncomfortably, her eyes shut in a pained expression, but suddenly they flew open. She sat up quickly, gasping for air, and Moriarty was beside her in an instant. Michael smiled to himself and shook his head, before heading back down the hallway.

"Jackson." Moriarty whispered. Her eyes fluttered between open and closed and she murmured gibberish softly. "Jackson." He repeated, a bit louder this time, adding in a few snaps in her face which seemed to wake her up a bit more.

After a second, she finally shook all the dizziness out of her head and looked at Jim. She whispered his name, confused for a moment before she remembered what had happened. Still confused, another wave of dizziness hit her and she almost fell off the couch if it weren't for Jim catching her. He gripped at her shoulders, and steadied her on the couch.

"You came." She whispered once steady again. He smirked a bit, amused at her confusion.

"You normally don't text help when in need of assistance so I thought you could quite possibly be slowly bleeding out, and came as soon as I could."