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

+15: Black Widow - Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Ora

+15: Black Widow - Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Ora

Requested by @falconpetal

I struggled with this one, so I'm sorry for the lack in quality. This certainly isn't my best work.

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"Moriarty's network. Took me two years to dismantle it"

"And you're confident you have?"

...

I've always hating sleeping... But, now, I hate waking up. When I'm sleeping, I seem to venture into various parts of my mind palace, sometimes creating odd dreams that don't seem to make sense until you begin to unpick it from the seams.

The message of this dream is clear. It's one that I've been having for some time.

Jim. Jim. Jim.

Yes, I do have the up most confidence that I dismantled that web but I know, I'm sure, that the spider is still out there and has simply relocated to build a new web. Or perhaps, he's always had more than one and I just destroyed the holiday home?

I know he's out there. Jim is alive. I know he is.

I sigh and shake my head, glancing up at the time. I barely managed to get the rest I need, thanks to my back. I need to sleep.

Oh, well. Time to go tell John that I'm alive.

I'll think about Moriarty later.

*

'Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive. Stayin' alive.'

"So boring, isn't it? It's just... staying!"

....

Jim, Jim, Jim.

The dreams haven't stopped. I keep thinking that I'm going to discover these terrorist were assisted by the Consultant Criminal.

With a sigh, I get back to work. No use wishing for something that's unlikely to happen.

I admit, though, my confidence in the fact he's alive is slipping.

*

"Did you miss me?"

Yes.

....

He's alive. Not just in my dreams, either.

But what do I do now? He's announced to the whole of England that he is very much alive through that broadcast but I haven't heard a single word or found a single case that could be his doing.

Things are messy. I'm distracted.

Two words are constantly being chanted in the back of my head. He's back. He's back. He's back.

Mycroft is making it so I do not have to pay for the murder of Magnussen - not that I really care. Apparently my.. experience with Moriarty is making it so the help I can provide over rules the fact I shot someone in the head. Again, I don't care. All I care about is the fact he's back.

Nothing else matters.

*

PING!

Jim's lips twist into an oddly charming smile. "Do you need to get that?"

It's the fifth time my phone has went off. I can only think of one reason that my phone is suddenly blowing up... Mary's going into labour. John's child is going to be born. They want me there, at birth - well Mary wants me there to calm John down.

How can I do that? Jim is right here. I've been waiting to come face to face with him for some time now and he's finally here! I can't waste this. John will cope. He'll have to.

"You've done this on purpose, haven't you? Timing wise"

Jim shrugs, still smiling. "Maybe"

"What now, then?" I wonder.

"Not even going to ask how I've been these passed two years? Rude, Sherlock" Jim shakes his head, tutting.

"How have you been, Jim?" I ask with a smirk, stepping closer.

God, he's right there. I can't believe this.

My phone pings again but we both ignore it, more focused on each other. Can he tell... Can he tell I've been obsessing over him? That I have missed him? That, without him, I am nothing? Just a bored detective in a sea full of goldfish... Boring, normal goldfish. Does he know?

"I've been excellent, honey. Went and stayed with my mummy for a while. She was overjoyed" Jim's shoulder raise, that charming smirk still on his lips. "How have you been?"

"Busy" I lie.

Jim's smile changes and I can tell he knows I'm lying. So he can tell how bored I've been...

"Oh, dear.." Jim suddenly sighs

I raise an eyebrow. He just shakes his head, almost in disappointment. That causes me to frown and tilt my head to the side, wondering why he was looking at me like I'd failed him somehow.

"We can't do this... Not with you like this. Ugh" Jim rubs his eyes and rolls his shoulders.

My phone buzzes and he nods down at my pocket, mouthing 'go'.

"Jim, what--"

"No questions. Go"

Without asking, I go. I can give Jim my time later.

*

"Why did you tell me go?"

Jim leans closer, placing a finger to my lips. "Shh, darling. No questions"

Nodding, I relax and forget it. No questions.

We're currently at Jim's flat, laying in Jim's bed. He's above me, looking down at me with those lovely brown eyes. He's so gentle, I never expected it. I thought he'd be rough and unchatse. He's not. He's sweet.

After we'd very briefly discussed our feelings - which was simply Jim telling me that he knew how I felt and he wanted me too, that he always had and that I didn't need to worry.

He brought me back here and lowered me on the bed, pressing kisses to my lips. He didn't and hadn't tried to take it further. He's just kissed me and held me and whispered how beautiful I am.

My heart's going went, absolutely wild. I'm still nervous, I can't help it. He's always made me nervous.

I let out a content sigh and lean up to kiss Jim.

Everything is perfect.

I have Jim back and I'm not letting him go ever again.