Sherlock oneshots

Sheriarty~ cheater

I wont apologise for my absence since this is definitely not the longest I've disappeared for, but- sod it im sorry.

I've been trying to get into a schedule but honestly I won't stick to it so there's no point, so have some SHERIARTY for a change!

*trigger warning*
Mentions of suicide, cheating, depression and such.
Please don't read if any of this affects you!

Although Jim Moriarty was a convicted criminal, psychopath, murderer, pain addict, yadayadayada, Sherlock always had faith in him. No matter how awful he got, how many people he killed, how many times he held a knife to his own throat, the detective could never leave him.

He'd never felt love before, or at least he didn't think he had, but this came pretty hecking close.

However, one particular night when Jim wasn't back at his normal hours of the night, Sherlock got an uncomfortable feeling. It was 2:45 in the morning, an hour or so later than Jim would normally wonder home at, and the great detective Sherlock Holmes was staring worried sick at the door.

He hadn't been able to get himself to go upstairs to even sit on a comfortable chair and wait, he was sat on the wooden stairs in the cold hallway, staring mindlessly at the flat door. He felt his stomach moan for food, his eyelids droop every so often, craving sleep. He felt terrible, but he couldn't rest properly when he didn't know where his boyfriend was.

About 3 months before, Jim had been out extremely late, as he was tonight, and left no trace of himself. Except one message sent to Sherlock.

'It wasn't supposed to end this way, I'm sorry it has to'

He was found early the next morning with slit wrists, thankfully not deep enough to be fatal. Sherlock had anxiety about the whole event for months and months after, forcing Jim to take him everywhere he went in fear he would try again. He couldn't handle loosing Jim.

As the clock struck 2, Sherlock had had enough of waiting. He took his coat and shoes and headed for the door, dread filling his system like a spider in a pipe. "Come on Jim." He whimpered to himself as he fled onto the dark street.

'I need every CCTV camera across London checked SH'
'What? Why? MH'
'Because I said so, just do it. SH'
'That's a big ask given no reason MH'
'Please Mycroft SH'
'What's going on? MH'
'I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important SH'
'It's him isn't it. MH'
' quickly SH'
'London is being scanned as we speak MH'

3:00 came, and Sherlock found himself pressed against the brick wall of backerstreet, tired, anxious and all over the place. He felt his eyes fog, but he forced the tears to dispatch.

"Sherlock?" He heard his name, in that voice. That sweet Irish lull, that sweet smell of smoke and sandalwood, those gorgeous chocolate eyes. Jim. Without though Sherlock had his arms around his lovers neck, taking a long sniff and exhaling all the guilt and worry he'd gained over the hours. "Oh never do that again.." he muttered into his coat, earning a soft chuckle.

"I promise, I promise. I'm so sorry." Jim stiffed, leaning his head up to nuzzle the detective affectionately.

As Sherlock's judgement cleared, he realised something. Something off.

His smell, there was a slight floral sent to him. Something gravely out of place. He smelled of pizza, dominos to be exact, and vaguely of cinnamon. As he pulled away to look down at his lover, he spotted something in the darkness. A red mark on Jim's neck. Almost a bruise, but not anything aggressive. But it couldn't be-

A love bite..

"Jim, where've you been?" Sherlock asked. Jim sensed the strain in his voice, loosening his grip on the detectives arm. "I was just- just caught up in some stuff." He avoided Sherlock's eyes, making the taller man open his mouth to speak. "Work stuff." Jim corrected himself, causing Sherlock to completely release Jim.

"Jim, you- I won't believe it. You would never-" he slipped up on his words, his voice cracking at the end. Jim's expression softened, his face admitting vibes of a small child after drawing on a wall. "Sherly, you're too smart for all, this." He waved his hands a bit.

"You cheated."
"Sherlock-"
"You cheated."
"Its not like that.."
"What is it like then Jim?"
"He was just a-"
"He was just a gay man at a bar, no, not a bar- a pizza place- he was just a man who took you for pizza and then desert at the German market , and he was just a man that you-"

Sherlock choked on his words, tears actually falling from his eyes. He squinted hard, coughing to cover the sniffs and sobs he was letting go. "He was just the man you cheated on me with." He finished. A pin drop silence fell between them.

Jim sighed out, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I'm not surprised you worked it out, but I am surprised however that you didn't see it all sooner. You were the one that claimed emotions are human error, well Sherly, you fell victim to one I could never imagine you would."

Sherlock lowered his eyebrows. "You-"
"You fell victim to love. How ironic.."

The shorter man started to walk away, letting the darkness drag him away leaving the detective, his detective, alone on the street.

"It's done Seb. It's all over."
"Good. I wish I could've seen the look on his face, the colour drain from his eyes when-"
"Alright Tiger, not appropriate considering what I'm about to do."
"Right, sorry boss."

"You've done it once Jim, you can do it again."

Wow, did I hit anyone's feels? Sorry, I'll put the bat down now. Hope u liked that! I actually thought it was alright, kinda cliffhanger no?