Knock knock knock.
Jim woke to a partly illuminated room and checked his watch , 5 in the morning ? Who the hell was at his door at 5?
Jim sank back into bed and decided to ignore it, he turned over in bed to be faced with a sleeping , and half naked (he presumed, Jim could only see his bare torso) Seb. He reached out and ran a hand through his hair, smiling to himself.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The beatings to his door were harder and more rapid this time and Jim groaned. Who-
Then he shot up...Alik...
Alik wasn't just anyone...oh god...Jim hadn't been listening when Alik had told him who he was in broken English.
Alik was the"casual acquaintance" of the head of a russian gang, Mika Rosmenoff. And he had killed him. He had killed off the fucking head of the most powerful gang in the fucking continent's fuck buddy...and it would not go unnoticed.
Jim jumped out of bed and looked down at himself...naked. Great. He scampered to the other side of the room and pulled on a dressing gown of Seb's, it must've been left in there when he was...away.
Running from the room with haste, Jim left the door ajar. He answered the door wondering how Seb could sleep through such a racket...but he didn't want to wake him.
Jim opened the door...to the Mika himself. He was tall and tanned (fake, presumably) with a scraggly beard and greasy, scraped back black hair. There were two near identical men behind him in suits and sunglasses.
"James Moriarty, I believe? " .
Mika spoke with a gruff voice and a heavy accent, thick like mud.
Jim rose an eyebrow, "And why do you ask."
Mika sighed and looked to down to Jim,
"Mr.Moriarty, I believe I need to speak with you, and I would rather do this inside than on your doorstep."
Jim sighed inwardly and grimaced, "Fine, come in."
Mika strolled over and sat on the sofa, his men standing behind him, ever silent. Jim pulled up a chair and sat facing the man ,
"What is it you want me to talk to you about?" Jim near glared at the man, trying to look as intimidating as possible despite his attire.
"I'm going to cut to the chase" Mika sighed, leaning forward in his seat, "You killed my Alik...which is understandable...he's a bastard...but you see now, I am left with a man down, and a-eh he he" he laughed, "Alik was an important man...I'll eh...need a replacement."
Mika smiled suddenly, a menacing expression playing across his face. Jim wondered what he was smiling at and he turned around to follow Mika's eyes...to his open bedroom door.
"That one. I want that one. You're a reasonable man Morairty, are you not?"
Jim's heart raced, his mouth went dry and barren of words. He stuttered.
"Surely, surely you, a man, a criminal I have heard so well about doesn't care about one man. He is just a man is he not?"
"I- I." Jim stuttered his heart was beating, maybe he could trick them. He could tell them yes and then go and give Seb time to get out, and stay behind himself, let them kill him or take him. If he said yes...he could buy them time.
Meanwhile, Seb awoke to an empty bed and chatting in the next room. He pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt and crept to the door to listen in.
"Seb? Oh, no I don't care about him. He's just a bit of fun. You can eh-you can take him if you wa-"
As Seb listened, tears formed in his eyes. Jim had lied.
Seb burst out of the room, not knowing what he was going to say and froze, speechless, staring at Jim. Still shocked, Seb stared at Jim, sat there looking shocked in his dressing gown. He looked to the greasy man on the sofa.
He turned to Jim, the agony of what he had said finally setting in. Not his admitting he didn't care to this other man...but what he had sad last night. He had said he cared and he had lied. Seb shouldn't have expected anything more from him.
"You-you lied."
Jim stood up, "Seb honestly-" Jim cut off his sentence and looked to Mika and back to Seb.
Mika rose an eyebrow and smiled at Jim, before looking Seb over with a look in his eyes as repulsive as the rest of him, a smirk hugging his lips.
"Seb I-"
" YOU. LIED . YOU LIED TO ME."
Jim's heart was breaking, he was going to throw up. Mika nodded to his men .
"Take him away."
Seb's eyes widened and he looked to Jim, shaking his head. Jim tried to say something, he tried to stop it happening. Seb's expression hurt him , the way he looked at him with hurt, betrayal and disgust in his eyes.
Jim shook his head at Seb and tried to tell him, he turned to tell Mika that he couldn't do it...but Mika was gone.
He turned again back to Seb to tell him , make him understand but Seb wasn't listening he was shouting at ths two men who had his arms.
Jim even tried shouting at them, but they were blank to the world. They dragged Seb out of the door, the last thing he saw of him were his sad, sad eyes. Even though he kicked and fought at the men with anger his eyes were sad.
The flat was empty, Jim felt empty. Everything was so quiet. He sunk to the floor and groaned into his hands.
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Tiger
Fanfiction*post his last vow* Moriarty returns from the dead to his assassin Sebastian Moran. However things don't seem the same... Moriarty competes with his brain, but in his attempt to rid himself of his problems, his feelings, will he just cause torture...
