A/N
Hey there!
So, Maiya112002 asked me to write her three stories, here is what I've been asked to do:
1.) Sherlock and moriarity: best friends both know what each other do. Like jim does all these crimes and Sherlock figures them out and both of them know but Jim never gets caught. Friends, not lovers.
2.) Sherlock cheating on you
3.) Sherlock and a imposter: like the imposter comes in 221B and makes you angry by doing bad stuff and then real Sherlock comes in and y/n gets confused and screams at him like that.
I figured it would best to just combine those three! I did my best and you're about to read the result! I hope you like it! ;-)
***
'Who's there?' I asked as I rose from the couch. There had been a knocking on the door, which was odd since I was expecting no one and clients usually contacted us before coming to our apartment. Furthermore, both Sherlock and John had keys to come in. Yet a knocking, once again.
'Who's there?' I asked again, insisting to know who I'd be dealing with before opening the door. Odd people seem to knock on 221B's door...
'It's me. Now open the door, it is raining!' I recognised Sherlock's voice, though it sounded slightly different. I opened the door and Sherlock came running in as if he was storming the Bastille. He quickly closed the door, water dripped from his fallen curls. 'Why didn't you open the door yourself?' I asked. 'I lost my keys.' Answered Sherlock and coughed. 'I've got a cold.' He explained. 'You might have already heard that.' I had already noticed the change in his voice so I nodded and walked towards the living room with my wet detective.
I was about to sit down when Sherlock took me by surprise by grabbing my arm. 'What is it?' I asked, amazed by this sudden gesture. Sherlock just smiled at me and showed me a glimmering in his eyes. 'Can't I thank you for opening the door for me? If not for you, I'd still be stuck there in the pouring rain.'
I blinked at him, looking puzzled as he leant in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. 'Thank you, love.' He said rather seductively. I nodded and blushed. 'Of course.' Sherlock went away, probably to play with his chemical set and I faced John. He looked at me and then smiled as he saw my red cheeks. He was aware of the relationship between me and Sherlock and had only encouraged it in every possible way.
I did not know what had come over my dear detective, but he was smirking the entire day. On moments when John wasn't looking, he would steal a kiss or two and even when John was present, I would receive loving looks coming from clear blue eyes. I had never seen Sherlock like this, and though I was amazed and perhaps slightly scared for this sudden change, I somehow also liked it.
But things started to change quickly.
As if someone had been critical on Sherlock's former and happier behaviour, Sherlock acted ignorant of my presence and annoyed by my words the next day and for many days that followed.
***
I rushed to John, asking him where our skull was. 'Skull?' Asked John astonished. 'Why do you need Yorick?' I shrugged my shoulder. 'I don't need him, it's Sherlock who's asking for him. Well... He doesn't ask for it, he commands me to get it.' I said, showing my annoyance in my voice. John smiled at me, it was this kind of smile, his smile, that always seemed to calm me down when I was upset. I hadn't yet figured it out why it was so calming, but fact is that it never really seem to fail in its purpose. John then rushed off, getting the skull for me. 'Here you go. Be careful though, don't drop him; dead man may still feel pain.' I smirked. 'Even if he feels something, dead man tell no tales.'
I showed Yorick to Sherlock who grabbed it out of my hands. 'About time.' He said sassily. 'I was thinking you might hadn't understood my simple command.' I cleared my throat. 'Excuse me? Of course I understood it and since when do I take commands from you?'
Sherlock just briefly looked up and then looked at the skull again. Not deeming me worthy enough for his glance.
'Oh, come on, you should know your place.'
'And where exactly is my place, according to you, my queen?'
Sherlock chuckled and looked up with a look that showed superiority and arrogance. 'Don't ask questions you already know the answer of.'
That was the moment when my hand 'slipped' out and hit him in the face. But just before my hand hit his nose, Sherlock quickly grasped my wrist and turned it until I shouted in pain. 'Let go, let go, please!' I shouted until John rushed in, alarmed by my raised voice. He quickly freed my out of Sherlock's grasp. 'Are you out of your mind?' He asked, his voice was raised as well. 'Damn it, Sherlock!'
'She needs to know where she stands in this house, in this society.'
That was too much for me. I grabbed my coat and rushed outside, too angry to stay at home. I ran over the streets, feeling the cold of the wind didn't seem to calm me down. Even John's smile would fail me now. Fire raged inside my body, my skin crawled from it. I kept on running through the streets of London, bumping against people with great force. Because of a lack of breath, I stopped and hid in a shadowy place between houses to catch my breath. Suddenly I felt two hands around me, one around my mouth, one on my lower back. I tried to scream out, but the lack of breath didn't allow me to make any sound. I seemed to choke but then the hand around my mouth disappeared and I gasped for air.
'Shhh.'
A familiar voice whispered. 'I'm not here to harm you.' I started to breathe calmer. 'Then get that hand from my back.' The hand slipped away. 'Fine.'
A pale face appeared in front of me. I recognised the sick look in the big Bambi-like eyes and felt like either throwing up or scream out loud. 'Moriarty.' I said, softly, like a whisper. 'Hello dearie. I wanted to speak with you.'
'Why would I speak with scum like you?'
'Because we both will take advantage out of our little conversation.' He foolishly smirked at me.
'Fine, but keep those filthy hands to yourself or I'll make you lose them.'
He raised his hands, showing me his palms in surrender. On his face I noticed amusement and satisfaction. 'Let's talk then.' I said, sick and tired of that smirk on his face.
'I have noticed some changes in Sherlock's behaviour towards me. Lately he isn't as... eh, friendly as usual. He has even made me think that the Sherlock that you know might be an imposter and thus I think we should quickly-' I interrupted him.
'Hang on, you know Sherlock? As in, you are friends? What exactly do you mean with "friendly" and why do you say it so creepily?'
Moriarty smirked. 'Oh gullible creature, don't you understand? Haven't you noticed how Sherlock and I are complete the opposite of each other, yet quite the same?'
I thought of his words, trying to figure out the meaning of them. Moriarty watched me and my puzzled face, waiting until I would understand, testing my intelligence. 'Oh...' I said as I finally understood. 'You mean that... no, you're just joking...' Moriarty shook his head. 'I'm not joking. Come on, spit it out, what's on your mind?'
'You make the mess, he cleans it up. You stay into the shadow, he benefits from the fame.'
Moriarty simply nodded. I could sense some pride in his posture.
'Exactly, clever one. See us as some sort of partners in crime, but then with masks. We are... friends...'
Again that damned word, I hated the way he said it. 'Friends?' I asked and was disgusted by the way Moriarty smirked at me. 'Or is it more than that?' His smirk became brighter.
My eyes widened and I looked at the criminal with a look of utter astonishment. 'Sherlock and you? He's cheating on me with you?' Moriarty burst out in loud laughter. 'Why do you say it as if it was a bad thing?' But then he slightly shook his head. 'Don't you worry, little one. He's all yours... for now. But I wanted to discuss something else. Like I said earlier, I think Sherlock is an imposter. I also think to know the whereabouts of the real Sherlock, but one does not simply go in and fetch him out of the grasp of his abductors: you'll need to help me.'
I nodded. 'So now the mastermind psychopath needs a companion. How ironic, you called me gullible not too long ago and now you need me to help you. Are you sure he's an imposter? Sure, he acts differently, but an imposter? Isn't that a bit extreme?'
Moriarty shook his head, utterly convinced of his theory.
'Okay.' I said, straightened my clothing and looked up to the sky. It was getting dark. Grey clouds came floating over our head. Rain will start falling soon. I sighed and changed the view of the depressing clouds for the dark eyes of my new companion. 'Let's go and fetch Sherlock.'
***
'A cave?' I asked and looked to the left, facing the pale face of Moriarty. He nodded and gestured that I needed to be silent by touching his lips with a finger. 'Now remember, we go in, I first, you sneak around and find him, when you've confirmed that he's there you give me a sign, any sort of sign. Then my men come in and we get Sherlock out of here.'
I nodded, agreeing to the plan we had discussed many times. 'Yeah, but no killing, remember?' Moriarty nodded, annoyed and even rolling his eyes. 'Sure, because my little new partner in crime can't stand the blood. Agreed.'
We sneaked into the cave, staying out of the light of the torches that were strapped to the stone wall. The narrow cave widened until there was some sort of great hall. There stood four men and one woman. No sign of hostages, no sign of Sherlock. I let out a sigh, disappointed.
'Quick!' A tall and alarmed man said. 'I heard something!' Three of the four men jumped up and disappeared, leaving only one man and one woman behind. Moriarty now came in action, showing himself so that the criminals would think he and he alone was trespassing.
'It's me. Sorry for that, I just felt like sighing incredibly loudly.' I just knew he was smirking.
'Who are you?' Asked the woman and slowly walked over to Moriarty. He answered by repeating the question as I sneaked away, trying to find Sherlock. I knew he wasn't in this great hall, so I tried the only other passage other than the one we came through. He just had to be here, or else this whole mission was a mess.
I moved behind the people with the quietest feet, avoiding fire-lit places and waiting from time to time when a criminal thought to hear something else than the chatting of Moriarty. He was doing his job perfectly; he talked loudly and much, asked questions and even flirted a bit. I tried to hold in a laugh as I sneaked around, finally reaching the passage. Spider webs were all around the passage, my shoes were already covered with it and I felt the little threads on my forehead. I tried to ignore the rather unsettling feeling, but it was very difficult. Though even more difficult was it not to scream when suddenly I felt something moving in my neck. I yelped softly as I felt the spider move downwards, into my shirt.
Carry on, carry on. I have to search for Sherlock. I kept on thinking that as I felt it move over my skin. A sound. It sounded like a hiss. I stopped and waited for a moment. Then, after hearing no sound other than Moriarty, I carried on.
Sound, once again! Someone must be there... Feet for feet I sneaked further, hoping that the person wouldn't hear me. But then suddenly I forgot everything as I saw one man in front of me. He smiled at me. Grey eyes like an owl were watching me, his hands were slightly made into a fist like a bird of prey.
'Hello puppet. Just sneakin' around?'
My eyes roamed around my surroundings until they rested on a torch. Its fire danced fiercely. The man's grey eyes followed mine and found the torch as well. He swallowed, realising my plan. Without even thinking it through, I took the torch out of the holder and hit the man with it, trying to hit him with the stick rather than the fire. I stroke him so many times until he lied down on the ground, his clothing burning slightly. With quick moving fingers I tried to kill the flames and then placed my fingers around the man's wrist. Luckily, I felt a heartbeat. I let out a soft sigh of relief and then got that trice-damned spider out of my shirt.
Carrying on, I finally heard more sounds but now they were familiar. Sherlock's voice sounded like a symphony to me as I tightened my grasp around my fiery weapon. There was another person in the widened passage, I was certain of it. Anyone with even the smallest amount of intelligence would never let Sherlock Holmes alone when he's imprisoned. I sneaked a bit further and was confirmed of my thoughts, seeing a woman standing close to Sherlock's cell. On her left was a little table with a dirty plate and knife and fork.
I left the torch behind me and focused on the knife on the table. Sherlock noticed me. For a fragment of a second, his eyes and mine met, then he understood my reason for being here and quickly looked away, not wanting the woman to follow his glance and find me.
I silently moved further towards the table, moving closer inch for inch until I could grasp the knife. Then, quickly, I rose out of my sneaking position and held the knife in front of the woman's throat, taking her by surprise.
'What the-' She said, feeling the cold steel on her skin.
'Hello dearie.' I said smirking. It wasn't really the plan Moriarty had in mind, but it seemed to work so I was content.
'Open the cell, then move away from the prisoner and I won't cut you with my blade.' I said bravely.
'Blade?' She asked. 'It's hardly a letter-opener!' I let the knife dig a little deeper in her flesh. 'Fine, fine.' She said and took the keys out of her pocket. I saw the smirking face of Sherlock who was looking at me with pride and astonishment in his eyes. 'But which one?' The girl asked. Only now I saw that there were two cells, both filled with a Sherlock. My eyes flew from the first Sherlock to the second, trying to find differences between the two and to figure out who the imposter was.
'Who is the real one?' I asked, trying to get my answer judging by their voices and attempts to convince me of their truths. 'Come on,' said one, 'you're not exactly asking yourself that, right? I thought you were good enough to deduct it.' The other one spoke as well: 'Don't listen to him, whatever he says. He's just a fool and nothing more.'
The two Sherlocks now started to speak through each other, one louder than the other. I tried to make sense of their words, but their sentences moved in each other, making phrases that could only be said by a madman, rather than a brilliant detective. Two voices, speaking to me from both sides, driving me insane until I shouted them into submission. 'Enough!' I shouted, certain that Moriarty had heard my voice too. 'Enough, both of you! I would just say that you are both fake and leave you here to rot!' I looked at both the Sherlocks with utter anger in my eyes. Silence was there once again, both men were too afraid to speak. Yet a voice disturbed the silence and I heard footsteps nearing me. All the men and women in this thrice-damned cave now were probably behind or in front of me, seeing what was happening. I was detected. The mission had failed.
Instead to the many voices I was expecting, I heard only one: Moriarty's. 'Who is the real one?' He asked and I answered him with a question. 'Where are the others, the criminals?' Moriarty smirked evilly. 'Taken care of. Now my question.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Can you tell?' I asked Moriarty, hoping that he might know more. But he shook his head after taking his time investigating.
Suddenly one Sherlock sighed and then muttered something in a tone that showed his annoyance. He even rolled his eyes. 'Okay, come here.' He said to me. 'I've got enough of this madness. Come here.' I looked suspiciously at him. 'Why would I? Who can say if you're not the imposter?' The 'Sherlock' smiled and spoke rather seductively. 'Come closer and I'll let you see.'
And so I, followed by the eyes of the woman, Moriarty and two Sherlocks, moved in closer until my head was almost through the bars. 'Have a good judgement.' Said the Sherlock before he leant in and kissed me. Even though that was not at all something the Sherlock I knew would do, I just knew that this was the right one. I remembered the sweetness of his lips and recognised the movement they constantly made. The feeling had been carved into my memory and now was present once again. I felt Sherlock smile in the kiss, realising that I now knew who was the real detective.
When Sherlock leant away from me, I opened my eyes slowly and looked behind me, facing a heavily smirking Moriarty. 'And?' He asked. I felt my face becoming bright red as I pointed at the man who had just kissed me as I was only able to speak one word. 'Real.' I said softly, almost too soft to hear but Moriarty caught it. He walked over to the cage and stole the key from the woman, opening the cage and freeing Sherlock. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, delightful in his freedom.
Moriarty told me that he wanted to interrogate the imposter along with the other criminals, and I agreed after I had reminded him of my terms. Then he went away, but not before our eyes met one more time. Sherlock had his arm around me as my eyes told Moriarty that this was our first and only cooperation. Next time, he would be hunted upon again and no mercy shall be shown. The big brown eyes just winked at me before they were out of my sight. Then Sherlock's blue eyes found mine, demanding attention.
'I can't believe that you couldn't tell who was the imposter.' Said the detective with a smirk.
'I could most definitely tell.'
'Yes, but only after all the effort I made.'
I looked at Sherlock as a grin appeared on my face. 'Well, actually, I'm still not that sure.' I lied. Sherlock's lips curled up in a mischievous smile as he walked closer until my back hit the cold wall. Then he placed both his hands left and right of me, caging me in.
'Still not sure? Wow, you really are a rubbish detective, aren't you? Well, fine. Come here and decide again.'
A/N
Hey there!
Well, that was it! I hope you liked it! thank you so much for reading, please vote and comment and have a good day! Bye now!
Catch you later!
-MS