Nicotine (Sheriarty)

24

Sherlock led in bed and stared up at the ceiling. Why couldn't he get to sleep?

He felt a warm hand exploring his chest. Holmes smiled as he turned his head slightly to see his lover sleeping peacefully beside him. He wanted nothing more than to be able to protect him. Let nothing hurt him. Let no one touch him. Jim was too precious to him.

For a man who thought he couldn't feel love, Sherlock knew full well that he was madly in love with Jim Moriarty.

Sherlock watched as the criminal's hand came to a halt and rested on his chest. He smirked and allowed himself to close his eyes.

Soon after his eyes had shut, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

~

The men sat at the table eating their cereal. Being civilised was new to both of them.

"Sherly..." Jim said allowing himself to stretch to 'y'.

"Jim..." Sherlock replied holding onto the 'm' for the same amount of time as the man before him.

Jim put down his spoon dramatically and whispered, "Take me on a case, Mr Holmes."

Sherlock nearly choked on his cornflakes at his boyfriends theatrical performance.

"A case?" He repeated after he'd finished coughing.

"Yeah! C'mon Sherl, it'll be fun. See it as a take your boyfriend to work day."

"I don't think that includes psychopaths who probably caused half the crimes."

Jim pouted.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Jim raised an eyebrow.

Sherlock took a deep sigh.

Jim took a deep sigh.

"You're probably right." Moriarty said finally, after he was bored of playing copycat, "But think of it as a new experience for me."

"What? Instead of causing the murders, you can solve them?"

"Exactly! C'mon. For me? Pleaseeeeee." Jim said childishly.

"Fine." Sherlock agreed, "but only because the puppy dog eyes were your next trick and I don't think I could've handled that much cuteness."

"Cuteness?" Jim repeated, "You think I'm cute?"

"Shut up and eat your cereal."

~

Sherlock and Moriarty walked down the street towards the crime scene, hand in hand. Most of the police stared at them as they walked past. The men just shrugged it off - it was bound to happen.

"Sherlock." Lestrade said greeting them at the police tape.

Sherlock coughed indicating to Greg that he needed to acknowledge his boyfriend.

"Moriarty..." Lestrade said reluctantly, not making eye contact with the criminal.

"Please, er, call me Jim." Jim corrected looking at the ground.

Greg said nothing but lifted the tape for the men to walk under.

"Julie Sharrow, 26, found dead here an hour ago. Bullet wound in the head. No witnesses. No CCTV." Lestrade explained.

Sherlock examined the scene with Jim watching in the background.

"She seems to have been dragged," Sherlock announced, "most of the blood is over there."

He pointed to a pool of blood by the side of the road.

"Why would the murderer have moved her a few metres away from where she was originally shot?" Jim asked.

"Perhaps he was trying to hide the body." Sherlock said.

Lestrade was pulled to the side to talk to another officer. Jim and Sherlock began to discuss the scene.

"Boys!" Greg shouted suddenly, "We've got him! We've got the murderer!"

"You've arrested him?"

"No, but we've spotted him. He's currently on the run. You in?"

Sherlock looked down and Jim who nodded back in response.

"Let's go."

~

The men got out of the police car and ran down an alleyway in a desperate hope to find the killer. The alleyway led to another which led to others until they reached a dead end.

"He's not here." Sherlock stated simply.

"No. He's not." Jim replied, "Where is everyone?"

Before Sherlock had time to respond, a loud gun shot was heard throughout the street. The sound caused Sherlock's ears to ring.

The detective turned to check his boyfriend was alright. He wasn't. Jim was lying on the floor in pain.

"Jim!" Sherlock shouted, his voice cracking.

He knelt down next to Moriarty and searched for any signs of blood. Sherlock ripped open his suit jacket to reveal a bullet wound.

Blood began trickling out, staining his clothes a deep shade of red. Sherlock put both of his hands on his boyfriends wound. He felt numb.

"Sherlock." Jim managed to say through the unimaginable pain.

"No. No, don't speak."

"Sherlock, your ear. It's bleeding."

"Jim, you're bleeding!" Sherlock whispered.

"Yes, I am." Jim replied showing no sign of pain.

Sherlock cradled the criminal in his arms and rocked him back and forth.

"P-p-please don't l-leave me..." Sherlock stuttered uncontrollably.

"I won't."

Sherlock allowed tears to escape his eyes and land on the mans blood stained shirt.

"Hey," Jim whispered, "don't cry. It's fine. It's all fine. Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. It's fine, Sherly."

"Jim, you're dying. How is any of this fine?!"

"Sherlock, I-" Jim's sentence was cut short as he let out his last breath.

~

A few years after Jim's death, Sherlock was sitting in his flat with John sat opposite. They were laughing over a comment someone had left on one of John's blog entry's.

Sherlock took a sip from the tea that John had made for him and burst out into another fit of giggles.

The pain Sherlock felt after Jim's death didn't seem to hurt anymore. Life went back to normal.

The men were still laughing as the door opened but stopped as soon as they saw who it was.

"Surprise bitch," the familiar Irish accent pinned Sherlock to his chair, "bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."

A/N

Dun dun dun.

Well this chapter has been an emotional roller coaster hasn't it?

I just wanted to thank you all for 2.5K reads! That's insane! It means so much to me that you guys actually read this fanfic and enjoy it.

See you in the next chapter.

- A