Sheriarty One Shots (Adapted Version Of Da Music Meme) [REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED]

+14: My Last Goodbye - Trading Yesterday

+14: My Last Goodbye - Trading Yesterday

Request from: @DidYouMissMeJM

Do not listen to this song and watch The Reichenbach Fall at the same time. I did and it nearly killed me. Especially when Jim shot himself.. Fucking hell guys. I now understand what @DidYouMissMeJM means about hurting feels.. God. I need a cup of tea to recover.

I do not own the script from BBC that I have used in here. All credit goes to Moffat and Gatiss for that.

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It's been just a few hours since Moriarty has came visit me and left me the apple as a little gift. Now, I'm at his flat and we're curled up in bed. Jim is pressing kisses over my neck as he lays half on top of me.

It's still unclear to me how we do it or how we always manage to tell the difference - or rather, how I tell the difference. It's so messy. The work and this relationship... Somehow, we keep them separate.

This, what we do now, is nothing to do with what we do as Moriarty and Sherlock. Now, in these moments, we are Sherlock and Jim. Boyfriends. Partners. Lovers.

We've made so many promises and as Jim kisses me and holds m close, I think about them. All the promises.

We'd never take The Game too far (e.g. hurting the other/their friends or making it impossible for them to continue the game). We'd always make sure that we wouldn't the the victories or the defeats of cases leak into our personal life.

Those were the main one's.

I lift my head a little to look at Jim. "I'm glad Moriarty's back" I tell him "It's been a bit boring without him"

It's almost like Moriarty and Jim are two completely separate people. In many ways, they are. Jim loves me and loves to see me happy. Moriarty is merely an act that Jim plays in order to keep me entertained - all the hatred and such wasn't real. It was a game. Something fun to pass the time.

"Glad you're happy, darling" Jim drawls, sounding tired.

"Go to sleep" I smile, kissing him shortly. "Love you"

"Love you too" Jim mumbles through a yawn. He's adorable.

Not long after Jim, I fall asleep feeling warm and content and loved and safe and happy and all the other things that come with being helplessly in love.

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"Darling, they didn't have any ground coffee, so I just got normal.."

It's him. He's wearing that deep red cardigan that I like. Why... Why is he here? Calling Kitty darling?

I don't... don't understand.

Must be part of the game.

But.. The promises...

I look up at him and what I see there shocks me. He.. He looks genuinely shocked. I'm not meant to be here. This isn't part of his plan. Does that mean that this... is this the real Jim? Was it all lies? And he's really out to destroy me?

Public humiliation. That's not something you'd do to the person you love. This is meant to be a game. Between us. He wasn't meant to do this.

This isn't fun anymore. That's what I want to say but I can't bring myself to say a thing as John, Kitty and Jim shout at each other and argue.

There are no words.

I've been betrayed. Giving me cases and having fun. That's what Jim is meant to be doing. This is... right out there. Everything he did; all the whispered words, the promises, all the kisses and the reassurance. All of it meant nothing. All of it was just for him to get me under his thumb.