Printed // Sheriarty AU

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*Sherlocks POV*

It has been exactly 1 week since John and Mary had their disaster of a wedding. I still don't think that they have fully recovered from what happened that day, especially Mary. She thought that Jim gave her that one day to be happy. She thought that he would be generous just that once, but he just couldn't stop being selfish could he. Now, I know that I am a particularly selfish person, but when it comes to the people I care about the most, I would give them my everything.

I would give anything for John and Mary to be happy.

Mycroft did take my advice. He hopped on a plane immediately after our phone call ended, and he arrived back in England in no time. Greg is still in the hospital, and Mycroft hasn't left his side. Not once. In a way, I envy the relationship that they have. They went through a rough patch, well a 10 year rough patch, but their relationship mended almost immediately. It takes a true emotion to remain that strong. In a way, I wish that I had the same true emotion, but in a way I do. It's difficult to comprehend, but I am in love with Jim Moriarty. Despite everything that he has done, my body is telling me that I hold this true emotion, although my mind is in disbelief. I never thought I would feel it - Ever. But, it's him. Only him.

I'm still pissed off with him though. He arranged for Greg and Eddie to be killed, and I can't just let that slide. He hurt one of the people I care about the most, and Jim should know that if he hurts any of them, he hurts me too. And so, I've been ignoring him...

He's hasn't taken kindly to it.

He calls me. All. The. Time. I just ended up turning my phone off so the constant ringtone would stop. Tom was the first to complain about the noise, but it was soon after that the noise was getting too much for me too. Then, I started waking up to small gifts being placed on my nightstand. He would sneak into my room and leave me presents. Thats not creepy at all! He has been obsessed with trying to get my attention and trying to get me to forgive him. He knows that he messed up, and I am ready to forgive him. I just like tormenting him.

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"Sherlock!" Tom shouts from the bottom of the buildings stairs. He was having a cup of tea with auntie Hudson, as they have bonded somewhat. "Mycroft is here!" I sigh aloud from my grey armchair, violin in my hand. I am not in the mood to see my brother right now. I'd rather tune my violin and then look for a case I can do online. I've been itching to get back to work. I've been lacking in that department.

The sound of expensive shoes echo as Mycroft walks slowly up the creaking wooden steps. I stare at my front door, waiting for Mycroft to slam it open and make a sneering comment or a stupid pun. The door slowly creaks open to reveal my tall brother. He is wearing his favourite three piece suit, and he has his companion with him - the umbrella.

"Tuning your violin I see." He comments with that annoying expression of his - the one where he looks so condescending that I want to throttle him violently. He takes a seat in John's old chair, and swings his umbrella around.

"What are you doing here Mycroft? Don't you have somewhere else to be...like with Greg?" I ask with an annoyed tone. Mycroft is the last person that I want to be talking to right now. He must be here for a reason. He wouldn't leave Greg all on his own if this conversation wasn't important.

"Greg is the person who sent me here. He's doing fine by the way. He has Eddie to keep him company."

"Let me ask you again Mycroft. Why are you here?" Frustration streams through my body, as it takes all of my strength to not pick him up and throw him out of my apartment. I just want to be alone right now!

"James Moriarty." My eyes widen at the mention of his name, and my heart hammers in my chest. I try to conceal my initial reaction, but Mycroft saw it. A small sneer appears on his face. "It appears that Greg's assassination attempt brought up a lot of hidden information." I fidget in my seat, knowing precisely what words are going to leave Mycrofts mouth. I await anxiously for the accusation.

"You have been helping him, haven't you?" I say nothing. " You see, Greg got shot because he knew about plan to steal the crown jewels. Only, how would James Moriarty know that he knew? You told him didn't you, after Eddie gave you the information." My heart quickens in my chest. I still say nothing. "You are the reason Greg almost died. You!"

"Do not put that on me! That was Jim's decision. I didn't know that Greg was going to be shot!" I retaliate, anger streaming off of me in waves.

"Ah, but you did know something was going to be done! You have been working with the enemy! You have been helping a wanted criminal and what for? A sick fantasy that you and him will live happily ever after? It won't happen Sherlock. Get that in your head! Plus you know where he is! Tell me where James Moriarty is!" He shouts back, leaning forward in his chair, his face contorted with raging anger.

"I will never tell you! I need him Mycroft! Don't you understand! I can't live without him."

"You lived 10 years without him Sherlock. You have become obsessed with him. This isn't healthy. He is using you to his advantage." Mycrofts voice becomes softer, and more caring. My heart wrenches at the words that are pouring through his mouth.

"You don't know that. He needs me like I need him." My voice becomes almost as timid as a mouse. I didn't expect to find myself in this state but this is how James makes me. Mycroft doesn't know anything about Jim. He doesn't know him like I do. Mycroft's expression softens as he can tell that I'm close to breaking point. He leans back in his chair and sighs aloud.

"No he doesn't. Sherlock... I've had contact with Moriartys betrayer. They told me everything. Everything from the plan, the date, and who's involved. He is using you Sherlock." My eyes widen as I cannot believe my ears.

"You know who the betrayer is? Mycroft you have to tell me! Tell me!" I beg, but his face just shows his pity. He pities me. There is a long silence. I try to process everything that Mycroft has told me but it's far too much to handle. He must be lying. Jim does need me. He isn't using me.

"I'm going back to the hospital. Forget about Jim, Sherlock. He isn't good for you." He states softly, as he stands up. He exits my apartment, closing the front door softly behind him.

Silence. My room is filled with silence and it deafens me. Mycroft knows who is betraying Jim. I need to figure out who it is before it's too late. Jim needs to steal the crown jewels, that way Mary gets her money and her and John can live have a happy, comfortable life, and then Jim can run away with me. I'll help him escape the authorities and we can go anywhere. As long as we're together.

I don't care what Mycroft says. I'm helping him.

Hey guys! More plot plot plot. Damn, so Mycroft just confronted Sherlock. And Sherlock don't give a shit about what Mycroft has to say. What do you think? Is it obsession or is it love?

Hope you guys enjoyed the update!

-darcie