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3. Another World - One Direction

3. Another World - One Direction

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James walks around Sherlock, smirking as he runs his hand down Sherlock's arm.

"We can do it" James nods to the edge of the hospital roof.

Sherlock turns to face Moriarty, his frown deepening. This certainly wasn't what he saw coming. He'd figured out the spider's whole plan just for him to go and change his mind, change the plan. Well, that what happens when a person is 'so changeable'.

"I don't know.." Sherlock trails off, glancing towards the edge.

While Moriarty's proposal was extremely appealing, Sherlock didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he should do it.

James takes hold of Sherlock's arm, tugging him close. "I can tell you want to, come on, give in to your desires. I thought the great Sherlock Holmes, world's only consulting detective, did as he pleased, not caring about others opinions and what was considered acceptable and right?"

Sherlock practically growls at the other man, taking his arm back and stepping away. "I always do what I want when I want, without a care"

"Then fake your death and come with me" James smiles, kind and charming but with a silent threat underneath all the charisma.

Sherlock stands for a moment, debating it. It'd be easy enough, it was already part of the plan for John and everyone else to believe he was dead. It only makes sense that he leaves and starts another life, staying under the radar.

Another world. That was how James had described it to him.

Sherlock's eyes return to the face of the only other human he'd ever felt could truly understand him. Even more then Mycroft ever could, more then his own mother ever could.

"Okay, I have my plan for dealing with John and such. But, how are you going to do it?" Sherlock raises an eyebrow, wanting to see this, wanting to see if Moriarty had been clever about this.

Jim snaps his fingers and two plain looking men carry in a body bag.

Within two minutes Sherlock watches an exact replica of James Moriarty be laid out and made to look like he shot himself.

"DNA?" Sherlock asks.

"Misplaced files" James replies.

"Autopsy?"

"Blackmail and brides" James rolls his eyes before turning to Sherlock.

He slides a card in the curly haired mans trouser pocket, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he whispers "Now, be a good boy and kill yourself"

And with that Jim disappears down the stairs.

Sherlock raises his hand to his cheek, his fingers brushing over the spot where Moriarty had kissed him. The detective then clears his throat and approached the edge of the building, taking out his phone to begin the plan.

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Sherlock approaches the building as the hot sun of Moriarty's private isle beams down on him.

His white shirt is rolled up to his elbows, sunglasses on his face and his suitcase sat behind him. He lowers the sunglasses, looking over the top of them to admire the beauty of the building in front of him.

The exterior was predominantly painted white and beige, a large percentage of the walls being glass windows. The frames of the windows were a dark blue wood and it fits surprisingly well with the colours and natural look to the modern home. There were three floors in total, a large open balcony sitting perfectly on the second floor. The path up to the front door was surrounded by large area of grass and palm trees, and Sherlock could see that there were many many more trees behind the house.