Nicotine (Sheriarty)

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Sherlock could feel tears escaping his eyes, but he wasn't crying. He could hear himself screaming, but his mouth wasn't open. His heart was beating uncontrollably fast. His eyes were closed but he could still see his face. Jim's face.

"Sherlock?" He could hear Jim's voice but his lips weren't moving, "Sherlock!"

The detective's eyes shot open.

He was in his room. In his bed. Sherlock turned his head slightly to see Jim sat up next to him. He was alive. His Jim, alive.

"Sherlock? Are you okay?" Jim asked, his soothing voice breaking Holmes.

Sherlock collapsed into a fit of tears. Jim cradled him and kept repeating, "It's okay. It was just a dream. I'm here now. I've got you."

Once Sherlock had calmed down, he rested his head of Jim's shoulder as the criminal hugged him tightly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jim whispered into his lovers curls.

Sherlock nodded in response.

"What happened?"

"You... Y-you died." Sherlock whispered suddenly feeling a lump in his throat.

"Are you wishing death apon me, Mr Holmes?" Jim said desperately trying to lighten the mood.

Sherlock chuckled slightly.

"What's the time?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to back sleep until you're better."

"I'm fine." Sherlock replied defensively.

"No, you're not. You just had a nightmare." Jim argued back.

Moriarty began playing with the detective's curls as Sherlock explained the dream. He told him everything. The crime scene. The gun shot. The reappearance. Everything.

Once they'd finished talking, Sherlock led his head on Jim's chest and listened to his heartbeat until they had both fallen asleep.

~

Jim opened his eyes and admired his boyfriend's features, which were being lit up by the sunlight pouring in from behind the curtains. He was beautiful.

"Morning." Sherlock murmured sleepily.

"You're awake?"

"Of course I'm awake Jimmy."

"Jimmy?" Jim repeated.

"Thought I'd try it out," Sherlock said flicking up the duvet and getting up, "won't be trying that again."

Jim admired him once more.

"You're beautiful." He whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

Sherlock smiled and leant across the bed, "As are you."

Moriarty took the opportunity to give his lover a quick kiss before finally saying, "I am in love with you Sherlock Holmes."

"As am I." Sherlock replied smirking.

~

The loud ringing of the phone echoed around the flat. Sherlock picked up reluctantly.

"Hello?"

"Hello brother dear. How's your boyfriend."

"Mycroft!"

"Just a simple question. Touchy. Anyway, you are needed on an... important mission."

"Mission?"

"Your boyfriend has got a slight reputation with the government."

"Slight?"

"Extreme."

"He's changed, Mycroft."

"I don't doubt it. Although, as you can imagine, it's not very befitting for me if my little brother is in love with a criminal. Illegal, in fact."

"Illegal? How is this illegal?"

"Hush now brother. There's good news."

"What good news?"

"Well, if you'd stop interrupting me you'd find out."

"Sorry."

"I have managed to make some... Arrangements so that the government don't arrest your little pet but you have to do something in return."

"What do I have to do?"

"The case I offered you before the... Complications of Moriarty's return."

"The 6 month long case?"

"Exactly."

"Fine. I'll do it."

"What?"

"I said I'll do it, Mycroft. When do I leave?"

"You're actually... Excepting it."

"Yes. When do I leave?"

"Oh... Um... Tomorrow."

"I'll see you at the airport."

"Wait, Sherlock."

"Yes."

"You're actually going to do it? You're taking the case."

"Yes. Of course. Anything to protect Jim."

"It would seem you've found yourself a goldfish."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

Sherlock hung up on his brother just as Jim walked out of the bedroom.

"Everything okay?" Jim asked.

"What? Me? Yeah. Yep. Everything's fine. Everything's... Fine. It's fine. I'm fine. Fine, fine, fine."

Jim looked at him suspiciously.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Er... John." Sherlock lied.

"So by John you mean Mycroft."

"Yeah..."

"A case?" Jim asked.

"Yeah..."

"In return for my freedom?"

"Yep." Sherlock replied popping the 'p'.

"How long?"

"It's 6 months long."

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"You took it?"

Sherlock nodded awkwardly.

"Come on then." Moriarty said chucking Sherlock his coat.

"Where are we going?" Sherlock asked as they walked out the door into the cold evening air.

"On a date." Jim replied taking Sherlock's hand in his own.

A/N

I just wanted to apologise for the emotional trauma I put you guys through in the last chapter. It won't happen again... Maybe...

I love reading your comments though.

Breaking peoples hearts is rather fun, isn't it?

I feel like Steven Moffat.

-A