AU- Hello, so this is actually the final chapter of this book. But there will be a sequel. Thanks for reading!
James Moriarty awoke in a strange bed, in plain, white painted room. It smelt strongly of disinfectant, and the beeping of a heart monitor droned weakly from his side.
His torso was encased in rough and scratchy bandages. He sat up, hissing through his teeth when the bullet wound beneath the bandages sent licks of pain along his skin and muscles.
Beside his bed was Seb, dozing in an old dirty green chair, bandages along his right arm and a few bruises along his jaw, but otherwise unharmed. Jim sighed inwardly, releived he was okay. He let his eyes wander over his sandy hair, his neat brow and defined jaw, with some slight stubble dotted along it. He smiled, he really was one of the best looking men he'd ever seen, Jim thought that strange considering that hadn't always been his impression of Seb. He'd always thought he was good looking, but now he was a bit more of something he couldn't quite describe. Like the way his lips twisted when he smirked or twitched slightly as he slept enthralled him in a way they never had when they had first met.
Jim tried to talk, achieving nothing but a coughing fit, causing Seb to look up, alarmed and worried. He quickly straightened his face and handed Jim a glass of water roughly, avoiding eye contact, and returning to his chair, swinging his legs over one of the arms and leaning back lazily. Jim drank gratefully and once his coughing had subsided he said the first thing that came to his mind.
"Seb."
Seb coughed and picked at his nails instead of looking at Jim.
"You're in a safe house, you won't be arrested when you're out."
Jim opened his mouth to speak, but Seb interupted him.
"Two weeks."
"What?"
He stood and took the empty glass off of Jim, setting it down loudly on the bedside table next to him, causing a break in the stiff silence.
"You've been in here two weeks. So have I. I get let out today."
Jim nodded.
"What happened to you?"
Seb raised an eyebrow.
"You bit down and the bomb went off, I got burnt a bit, as well as being near kicked to death."
Jim closed his eyes, "Seb, it was never meant to happen like that."
"I was supposed to fuck him and everything would be just fine then? Was that how it was meant to be?"
" I was going to kill him, or get you out before-" Jim near pleaded with Seb.
"Jim, just shut up."
Seb was too angry to even look at Jim or listen, he was angry at himself too. At what he had let himself do, he fell in love with a man who was like a nuclear explosion. Nothing near him would ever come away unharmed.
"Seb, Seb please just listen. My plan went wrong an-"
" You said you would leave me alone for the rest of my life if I went with you that night " Seb's eyes were stinging, and he looked to his feet to disguise any tears, any twitches of the mouth.
"I went with you, I let you save me. And now you need to hold up your end of the deal. If you do anything right in your life, stay away from me, because I can't be around you Jim.You're poisonous. "
Seb walked to Jim's bed a placed a kiss on his cheek,
"Seb-"
"Jim, you do two main things with every person. You obsess, and then you forget. Forget me."
And with that, Seb left the room, and walked away from the man he loved, because loving that man would kill him. He couldn't stop loving him, but he wouldn't let Jim see him burn.
It was Jim's fault, he took every wrong step he could have taken. He contemplated death. Right there on that spot, because now he was tired. But he couldn't find a gun or anything else.
No, but he could still catch up, there was still time.
Standing from the bed, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt he found on his bedside table as fast as possible and ran out after Seb, ignoring the shouts of various people and the searing pain in his side.
He reached the street and searched frantically feeling sick, trying to spot the blonde hair above the heads of others. He couldn't see it. He couldn't see him anywhere.
He'd gone.
Jim could find him so easily, it would be so easy, send his men after him, but it would never work. Seb would never beleive him.There are things you can't make a person do, things you'd never want to make a person do.
So Jim was left with one thing, one final hope, based on a few drunken conversations and a bit of logic.
He walked pushed through the busy crowd of work-goers to a man smoking outside of a nearby pub,
"Excuse me" he put on a scared face, his battered complexion, bare feet and already blood stained T-Shirt added to the illusion.
The man looked shocked, "Are you okay mate?"
Jim nodded and looked desperately towards the phone in his hand, "Could I borrow your phone to call the police?"
The man still in shock and slightly flustered paused for a moment and then nodded , handing the old mobile phone to Jim. Dialling 999 the expression on Jim's face went from scared to blank. He asked for the police, and sighed.
" I'm James Moriarty, I'm not dead, I'm turning myself in and if there are not police here to arrest me within the next 5 minutes I will kill the person closest to me with by bare hands."
His smirked as the blood started dripping down his body from the hole he had reopened, he dropped the phone to the floor with a clatter, he didn't hang up.
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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...
