MorMor: Behind closed doors

Hurt

This photo is not mine!

It was a fairly good day in the lives of Sebastian Moran and James Moriarty if you consider torturing a perfectly innocent man good. (Well not entirely innocent after all he did almost kill Jim. But who can blame him?)

"So what should I do next boss?" asked Sebastian holding a bloody knife in his hand inches away from the prisoner's chest, toying with it enjoying the looks of fear and hate that he got from the prisoner.

"Oh, well I think you know what to do." replied Jim with a wolffish grin on his face. At that Sebastian plunged the knife into the mans chest, pulled the knife out, his hand was covered in dark red blood but he didn't mind it was more of a work necessity than anything.

"Well looks like the day's work is done. Let's go home." Jim added walking out the room and left Sebastian to clean up.

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Later on...

"Sebastian Moran!" yelled Jim, "get your ass out here!"

"No! I look like a fuckin' idiot!" replied Sebastian stepping out of the bedroom showing Jim how much of an idiot he thought that he looked like in a custom made black Westwood suit. Even spinning around so Jim would get a kick out of it.

"You look so handsome my tiger." said Jim as walked over to his fiancé and placed a kiss on his jawline. Jim's words reassured Sebastian but he still didn't want to go out, he only wanted to spend his time here, with Jim forever.

"Now..let's go we have a reservation." said Jim patting Sebastian on the chest and walking out of the door.

"Okay."grumbled Sebastian "Hey wait up!"and followed after the little man.

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Next day...

Sebastian and Jim were both sitting on the couch with their legs crossed over the others. Sebastian reading a book and Jim on his phone doing god knows what. Both enjoying each other's company in the peace and quiet throughout the flat. Until...

"Ooh!!" squealed Jim.

"What?" said Sebastian looking over at Jim getting rather annoyed that Jim had broken his concentration from his book.

" I got a text."replied Jim looking at Sebastian for a moment and then directly back to his phone,grinning.

"From........?"

"You don't need to know that just yet.  Now you are coming with me to Bart's."said Jim getting up and dragging Sebastian downstairs and into  Jim's car.
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"Jim why are we going to Bart's?"asked Sebastian. They were now parked outside of Bart's Hospital but Sebastian had no clue as to why Jim had told him to take a 20 minute drive to get here.

"Don't worry dear I'll be only five minutes. Stay put my Tiger."Jim said he pecked Sebastian on the lips and exited the car. Then continued walking up to Bart's Hospital.

Like I'm going to wait.

He exited the car following Jim from a distance. They both passed through the lobby and Jim turned down one of the hallways, turned left down another hallway, and disappeared through a door that said 'Authorized Personel Only'.

Sebastian had no idea where Jim was going but he had decided to at least wait by the bottom of the stairs that were in the room leading somewhere but he didn't bother to find out. After a while he heard the door to the same room open then close.

Shit! He thought and quickly ducked behind the stairs looking out to see the intruder was a tall man with ink black curls, thin frame, and a ridiculous black trench coat billowing behind him as he jogged up the stairs.

SHERLOCK! This cannot be happening right now. Dammit Jim why do you always have to do this!

He still waited until the coast was clear and ran as fast as he could up the stairs. He got to the top of the stairs and cracked the door open just the slightest so he could see Jim and Sherlock talking. But what he overheard he could not comprehend.

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them." said Sherlock coldly looking down at Jim. This angered Sebastian to no end but kept to himself in his 'shelter'. Then Jim started talking.

"No, you're not."said Jim looking like he was pleased with himself looking up at Sherlock. Sebastian thought that Jim looked more wild almost rabid with his smile and just the twisted joy in his eyes sent chills down his spine. He knew something was wrong but Jim continued.

"I see. You're not ordinary. No. You're me." Jim said softly. Then after a laugh of delight he said in a more high-pitched voice.  "You're me! Thank you!"

Jim reached down to give Sherlock a handshake.

Oh thank god now we can get out of here. Sebastian turned away from the door and started to head down the stairs fast so Jim wouldn't catch him snooping, until he heard a noise he identified that came from up on the roof.

Gunshot.

Oh God! No...nothing had happened maybe he just shot Sherlock. It is fine he is fine,Jim is fine and happy and healthy, and we are getting married soon. We have a future. Come on!

But he couldn't move, he felt like if he went up there then he would find Jim perfectly healthy and all would be good or not and he couldn't even be Jim to imagine if Jim was hurt. That is when his body got into action and bolted back up the stairs. He opened the door again just in time to see Sherlock jump off of the roof.

Serves the bugger right. But then he realized that the gunshot would also mean one other thing.

No! No! This cannot be happening! I am dreaming, it is not real. Jim is safe with me at the flat. No JIM!!

"Jim?" croaked Sebastian. There lied Jim's body a puddle of blood forming around his head the gun still in his hand.

Silly no he didn'- couldn't kill himself. But the-no. No!

"Jim! Oh god!"his voice cracked and he ran to the body on the floor," oh god no! Please Jim I love you! Did you know that?! I fucking love you!And we are supposed to get married!Come on Jim just wake up and we can leave and start our life together, forever, and have kids and just be free! Please Jim you just have to wake up!"He couldn't move.

Tears were rolling down his face, as he kneeled down next to Jim and carried him away, off of that dreaded roof and away from that bloody hospital that couldn't even help him. Not now and not ever.

Why!? Just tell me why I get to live but Jim doesn't!?

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Jim died on a Sunday.

It was sunny.

Late afternoon.

Beautiful London weather.

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I AM SO SORRY! (Btw did you get my reference all y'all Destiel shippers out there?)