Every Fairytale

Chapter Two

(A/N): Hello, all!

Here I present you with the second installment of Every Fairytale.

(yay?)

This entire chapter probably seems incredibly far fetched, and I apologise for that. But hey, this is fanfiction after all. Isn't all of it far fetched?

Disclaimer: I think it's clear that I don't own much of anything here.

Thirty minutes later (thank you, Birmingham rush hour) I find myself trotting into my house.

I was exhausted as could be, yet I was glowing with excitement to explore the files of a con man. I loved the crime of conning – it was simply so much more creative than, say, a bank robbery or a shooting. Conning took skill and utter intelligence. A well crafted mind could produce the most believable and perfectly schemed cons. And I loved that.

I hurriedly changed into a pair of fuzzy sleeping flannels, and grabbed a random pajama top to accompany the pants. The outfit clashed and for the second time today, I could care less about committing a fashion offense.

I piled myself into the fluffy unmade bed, crime files in hand whilst I shoved my largely framed glasses onto my face.

Once again, I scanned the title and traced my index finger along the outer edge of the file before sighing lightly and opening it.

"Sibyl," I heard my mum call.

"Yes, mum?"

"I'm going to run to Bournville Lane to get some takeaway for supper. What would you like?"

"Sweet and sour chicken is good," I replied, offering my mother a small smile.

"Alright, love. I'll be back in 'bout thirty," she said, examining the takeaway menu that she insisted upon keeping in the house before lightly tapping Bournville Lane's number into her mobile phone and walking off to order.

I opened the file, on the first page was a paper print, printed on it was the same title as that on the folder, but in a courier text.

Flipping to the next page, I found a nearly blank paper minus the small paragraph that read,

"this file holds all legally-publishable records regarding the life and criminal offenses of James Scott Everett as of December 31st, 2012."

James Scott Everett? I was floored upon reading his last name.

I shared a last name with this con man. If that wasn't creepy, I wasn't sure what was.

Again, I turned the page and I don't believe anything could have prepared me for the picture that rested in the top right corner of the page.

That was a man I had seen many times before – there was nothing new about his face. It was all familiar.

He, James Scott Everett was Andrew Scott. James Moriarty.

My heart was beating so quickly, I could have sworn you might hear it from the kitchen. My skin had no doubt paled, and my mind was whirling.

Was I hallucinating? It would make sense, I knew when I saw the file that a certain part of me was hoping to find that the criminal from TV was real.

But now, I wasn't so sure that was what I wanted.

With a shaking hand, I pushed a strip of hair that had fallen to my eyes back to the top of my head and began reading.

"James Scott Everett, widely known as James Moriarty or Andrew Scott is a professional 'con man' but is commonly known to be an actor. He has kept his legal identity and 'con career' sealed from the public outside of the courtroom (as of December, 2012)