Moriarty
Jim Moriarty woke up in a hospital bed. He had had stitches on his head but he couldn't remember what for. He couldn't remember anything.
"Hello Jim." A lady said whilst walking confidently towards Jim's bed. She was holding a professional looking notepad and pen.
"Um... Hi." The man replied.
"I'm Sally. I'll be your therapist."
"I don't understand. Why do I need a therapist?"
"Because you've lost your memory and it my job to help you piece your life back together."
Jim didn't like the way she was speaking to him. He didn't like the fact that she seemed bored of him. He didn't like the fact that her makeup was uneven. He didn't like her.
"Right. I've got to get off to a meeting in a few minutes." The woman checked her watch, "So, can you remember anything? Anything at all?"
Jim thought for a moment, "Well... I've been having these dreams." he ran his hands down his face, "and... There's this man. This man... This reoccurring man. Um... In my dreams I call him... Sher... Something like Sherlock. I don't even know if that means anything. He's probably just made up."
The woman, Sally, was writing down notes as Jim explained his dream.
"I'll try to get in contact with your family. You just relax. I'll be back as soon as possible." The therapist said as if she was desperate to get out of the room. Or maybe she was desperate to call someone. Jim couldn't tell.
Once Sally had left, Jim led back in his hospital bed and fell asleep.
~
Sherlock
-2 weeks later-
Sherlock Holmes sat in 221B staring at the very shootable wall. John had taken away his gun after he nearly destroyed the flat worrying about Jim.
He heard his phone ring and leapt up to get it.
"Hello?"
"Ah, brother dear. Good news, we've found your 'boyfriend'"
"Husband."
"Husband..."
"Where is he?"
"He's just got out of hospital."
"Hospital?!"
"It would seem that your precious goldfish has got himself into a bit of a sticky situation."
"What do you mean?"
"He's lost his memory."
"Oh."
"But good news, I've signed you up for his classes."
"Lecture classes?"
"Yes. We hope it will help him get his memory back."
"So what you're saying is I've got to go along to his lectures as a pupil and hope he recognises me?"
"Good luck, Sherlock."
"Mycroft..."
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
~
Moriarty
Jim stood in front of his class, organising his notes. He watched as the pupils walked in but only one caught his attention.
He stared at the man. Jim recognised him from his dream. It was him. It was Sherlock.
Jim continued to stare at him in awe as he felt the butterflies build up in his stomach. He trailed his thumb along the ring on his finger and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. It was like his body was trying to tell him something.
As Moriarty began the lecture, he couldn't stop looking at the man. Everything about him was perfect. The way he tapped his pen. The way he looked down nervously when they made eye contact.
The pain in his chest was back.
As his speech ended, the students stood up to leave. Still, his eyes were drawn to the black haired man.
As the pupils exited, Jim somehow worked up the courage to grab the mans attention.
"Mr Holmes." Jim regretted the decision immediately and cringed causing him to screw up his face.
The man turned around but still avoided eye contact, "Yes sir?"
Jim slipped his hands into his suit pocket. "Can I talk to you... For a second."
The lecturer could feel the student edging toward him. They were left alone in the empty room.
"So?" Holmes asked suddenly.
"Oh. Right... Well..." Jim stuttered, "I was just wondering... Alright, I know this is unprofessional of me. I know that. But do you want to go out sometime..."
Sherlock
Sherlock couldn't help but stare at Jim. He felt his heart sink slightly.
Still, it was better than nothing.
"Like a date?" Sherlock asked to break the silence.
Jim crossed his arms nervously, "Well... Yeah. I mean, only if you want it to be. I don't know if you like me in that way. I don't even know if you like men but -"
It was hurting Sherlock to have to listen to what he was saying. Did he really not recognise him?
"So tonight?" He said suddenly, cutting Jim off.
Sherlock watched as the mans expression changed. He looked up at him and gave him his signature smile. That smile only Jim could manage.
"Tonight." Jim replied.
The men organised their date. Jim couldn't stop smiling and Sherlock couldn't stop looking at him. Once they'd discussed all the details, Sherlock left Jim alone in the room and headed home.
~
Moriarty
Jim got to the restaurant early. He stood outside admiring the world around him. His heart was beating abnormally fast.
The man saw a familiar figure walking towards him through the crowd. He seemed to have a way of making himself stand out from the crowd whilst still managing to sink in.
He was wearing tight, black jeans which were accompanied by a long coat and a purple t-shirt that fitted him perfectly. As he got closer, Jim noticed that the buttons were close to popping. Jim couldn't help but wish they would.
"Hello Mr Holmes." Jim began, "You look dashing today."
Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, "You don't look so bad yourself. Shall we?"
Holmes directed Jim to the door of the restaurant and held the door for him as he walked through.
The restaurant was located next to the London Eye, overlooking the Thames river. The moon light danced off the water and floated in the air like dust.
The men ate their food whilst exchanging conversation. Jim felt relaxed when he was with Sherlock. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face all evening.
Moriarty looked down at Sherlock's hand whilst he was eating and noticed his ring. Exactly the same. It was as if he could feel his heart skip a beat.
Once they had payed and left the building, both were reluctant to leave. As they stood by the side of the road, Jim looked up at Sherlock when he wasn't paying attention. To his surprise, Sherlock was smiling. It was the kind of smile that lit up his whole face. The kind of smile that made everyone else smile. Sherlock Holmes was that kind of man.
Sherlock looked down at him. Jim got lost in his eyes. His beautiful galaxy-like eyes.
The man grabbed Sherlock's hand without thinking and ran to the barrier by the river. He ran with the same energy as a 5 year old but with the intention of a man in love.
"Jim. What are you doing?" Sherlock asked out of breath.
"Sherlock Holmes," Jim whispered dreamily, "You're clever, and you know it. You're beautiful, and you know that too."
"Jim, what?" Sherlock laughed.
"Shhh..." Jim ordered delicately placing a finger on Sherlock's lips, "I am in the middle of making a speech here and before you ask, no I am not drunk."
Jim could feel another chuckle escape Sherlock's lips.
"You are a beautiful human being, Mr Holmes. You're smart... And brilliant... And perfect. Why can't everyone just be like you? It would make the world a happier, smarter, beautiful-er world."
Sherlock managed to pry Jim's finger from his lips, "Jim, are you sure you're not drunk?"
"Absolutely positive."
Jim saw the detectives eyes start to water and raised his hand to wipe away his tear. He used his thumb to remove it but allowed his hand to rest on his cheek.
Moriarty and Sherlock both began to edge closer together. They both looked down at one another's lips. Just as they were about to kiss, their romantic moment was ruined.
~
Sherlock
"Jim! It's you! I finally found you!"
Sherlock's eyes widened as he saw Sebastian in front of him. His mouth opened slightly but no noise came out.
"Sorry. Who are you?" Jim asked taking a step away from Sherlock.
"Don't you remember me?" Moran said menacingly, "I'm your husband."
A/N
*hides behind pillow* I'm sorry. Don't hurt me.
-A