Nicotine (Sheriarty)

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Jim stared out the taxi window in silence. He watched as the rain hit the window. He watched as they joined with other raindrops. He watched as new raindrops took their place. Maybe this would slow down time?

"Jim?" Sherlock asked to no reply.

"Jim?" He asked more forcefully but to no avail.

"Moriarty." The detective watched as Jim's body stiffened.

The criminal turned his head to face Sherlock. He looked down at the leather seat and refused to make eye contact with the man.

Sherlock turned to grab the drivers attention.

"Excuse me?" Sherlock began politely, "could you please let my boyfriend and I talk in private."

"Sherlock, don't." Jim muttered.

The driver agreed and raised the barrier to give them their privacy. Sherlock was fully aware that he would still be able to hear their slightly muffled conversation.

"Jim, I'm going away for six months. I don't want the last memory of you to be you giving me the silent treatment. Okay? I don't want that."

"Well, maybe I don't want you to leave but it seems I don't have a say in that." Moriarty argued.

He continued to stare out the window.

"Maybe if I don't say anything or do anything it'll all be a dream. I'll wake up in bed next to you or in a bed on my own." Jim said slowly.

"It would be a beautiful dream." Sherlock replied.

"No," Jim let out a slight chuckle, "it would be a messed up dream."

Sherlock thought for a while making his nose crinkle, "Why?"

Jim turned to face the detective once more, "Because I killed a man so you could go home to resume your normal life. I broke you out of jail. You even had a dream where I died. And now you're about to board a plane which will take you to your inevitable death. What isn't messed up about that?"

"First of all, I don't think we will ever get a normal life, Mr Moriarty. And secondly, I'm not going to die."

"How do you know?" Jim replied snappily.

"Because I know I'll be coming home to you."

The men shared a sad smile as the taxi pulled up outside the air field.

~

Sherlock got out of the cab first and payed the driver. He then quickly rushed over to Jim's side and opened the door for him to get out.

As the taxi drove away, Sherlock took off his coat and held it over their heads in an attempt of recreating an umbrella. Jim snaked his arm around Holmes's waist and pulled himself closer to him. For the first time in his life, he wasn't worried about creasing his suit.

Jim snuggled into Sherlock as they walked towards the plane. He felt protected by Sherlock's grip. As he inhaled the man's scent, the raindrops hit the ground in front of them. It would have been perfect if what was going to happen next wasn't going to happen.

Once they'd reached Mycroft, Jim allowed his arm to drop to his side. Sherlock however, kept his coat above their heads.

"Hello brother dear. Are you ready to go?" Mycroft asked, somehow making holding his umbrella above his head look professional.

"Let me say goodbye to Jim first." Sherlock sighed sadly.

Mycroft nodded and left the men to talk.

Jim stepped out from beneath Sherlock coat and into the rain. He ran his hands through his hair.

"Why?" Jim said whilst letting his hands run down his face, "Why can't I just be happy for once? All of my life. All. Of. My. Life. I've been a mess. I've been a pitiful mess. And then you came along, Sherlock Holmes, and I don't. I don't know how you did it but you made me human. That's something I never thought I could be. I was always the freak. The psychopath. I even committed my first murder when I was 8. 8 years old and I'd killed someone. A living, breathing human being and I murdered them. Sherlock, you of all people know that that's not right. I'm not right. You should have shot me back in that pool but out of all the people in the world you chose me."

Once Sherlock had digested all the information in Jim's speech, he stared at his lover stood in the rain.

"Come here." He said.

Jim did.

Although Jim's suit was soaked, Sherlock still pulled him into a hug. He let his coat fall over them, coving the top halves of their bodies. The only thing the men could see was each other, and that was all they wanted to see. The world around them disappeared completely. Just Jim and Sherlock. Sherlock and Jim.

The detective cupped Jim's face in his hands and ran his thumb over his cheeks. Jim wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled his down to kiss him. They remained this way for a while before Sherlock decided to move his hands to the criminal's waist and pull him up onto his tiptoes to kiss him. The kiss continued until they finally needed to breath.

Sherlock removed the coat from on top of them and wrapped it around Jim. Moriarty chuckled sadly and followed Sherlock over to the plane.

"Goodbye, Sherly." Jim whispered into the mans ear and kissed him gently on the cheek, "I love you."

"Goodbye, Jimmy." Sherlock replied, "I love you too."

~

Jim felt a tear roll down his cheek as the plane took off. He pulled Sherlock's coat tightly around him and watched as Sherlock disappeared into the dark, cloud-filled sky.

"Goodbye, Mr Holmes."

A/N

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