The men stood on the rooftop looking down at the world below them. Jim stared down at their intertwined fingers and leant his head on the taller mans shoulder.
"We could have it all, you know." He said scanning the buildings in front of them, "We could be together. We could-"
He cut himself off and snaked his arm around Sherlock's waist. He felt the detective rest his head on his own.
Jim felt the cold air on his face and closed his eyes wishing he could hold on to this moment forever. He felt Sherlock kiss his forehead.
"We could run away." Jim whispered into the crook of Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock still remained silent.
"I'll give you a week to... decide." Moriarty said slowly letting go of him and walking towards the door.
As he reached the door, he finally acknowledged the silence. His hand began to reach for the handle almost independently.
"I love you Sherly. I mean, why else would I bring myself back from the dead to be with you?"
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Jim Moriarty. The spider. The psychopath. The only man who understands Sherlock Holmes. Jim knows how to play the game but Sherlock seems to be losing. Sheriarty Fanfic So many typos