All Fun and Games

Coming Home

She had been watching them since the beginning. Planting the idea in Stamford's mind had been easy to do, what with his regularity and all, and setting Moriarty up with and interest in him had been so easy. Just a small phrase said unconsciously, a name used often enough got him interested. All had to be done without her getting involved just yet, which was oh so boring.

Their first crime was a test. Simple enough so they would bond, but complicated enough nothing would point in her direction instead. After all, she needed to remain dead.

The second was easier than the first, all she had to do was steer them in the direction of the Black Lotus and they'd get interested enough themselves. As easy as getting the milk.

Now the fun had started when Mr. Jim was thrown in full on. She couldn't be known, not at all. All she could do was pull strings as usual and watch, Sherlock and Moriarty reacted perfectly and all was set in motion. All that was left was to unlock his heart. And all that was needed was a dominatrix with a few black secrets to keep and some guesswork, which she hated.

When Irene had been, well, eliminated from the picture, a trip was to be taken, fears realized, humanity too. What a disgusting thing. Fear and caring. Neither were advantages, as the Holmes brothers would blatantly point out, how ironic.

Then the fun started. The Fall and The Burning. He had learned to care, but she needed to rip that away as quickly as possible. He needed to feel lonely. Not happy and cared for. So, he fell, reputation and all.

She loved watching John cry, knowing it was for nothing. Even in death, Sherlock protected his blogger. How very touching. Not really, just a nuisance. But then Johnny fell in love. With the most interesting person too! 'How fun!' She had thought this would play out. Nothing was to get in the way of the heartbreak to come.

Anderson had also developed a fan club too, surprising but not unexpected. The guilt would've killed him, but Anderson, as annoying as he was, was a needed pawn. Such valiant attempts to take his life, but nope! She was to ambitious to let even a pawn fall astray.

Then came the return with tears and blood as any reunion should be. All her pawns were in place to start the game, so she did. A thinly veiled terrorist attack to get their blood flowing would have to do for now, anyways, they seemed to find even the 'hottest' of moments meaningful. Hahaha, sometimes she cracked herself up.

The wedding was adorable with all those petty stories and cute murder attempts, the perfect day really. And it also checked her last bishop into place. The game had finally begun.

Little Charles gave them a scare, and lil' Sherly reacted differently than expected, but that's what made him fun to play with. That big ol' brain, with those 'top secret' vaults. Easy.

Now, all she had to do was release the kraken, metaphorically. As soon as the plane took off, the video went viral and within minutes the plane touched smoothly down to the ground again.

Touching the pads of her fingers together, she thought and thought until the clock had turned itself around and the shadows of nights had crept up her small legs. Finally, she sighed and took a long-awaited sip of water, washing down hours of concentration. As much as she had longed for this moment of power, dream't of the revelation of the moment it all revealed itself, it felt no different than usual.

"Dear me, he better play well. I'm bored."